Sorry about the atrocious writing last chapter hope you enjoy this one

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Chapter 4

Insults and Jealousy

Saturday September 19, 7:00 pm

It had been almost three weeks since they arrived to Hogwarts and they had yet to actually speak.

For the most part Granger seemed to be ignoring him. Draco wasn't sure why he felt dejected about it.

When they arrived at Hogwarts McGonagal showed them their rooms and common area.

The one that they shared, they saw each other every bloody day because of this.

Yet she still managed to avoid him.

A knock at the door brought him from his thoughts.

Once he opened it his good mate Blaise walked in.

"Morning Draco," he said. "Granger let me in."

Draco nodded in reply and looked outside.

She was sitting quietly on the sofa looking really upset.

"So," Blaise said. "How have you been? Must be interesting being head boy."

Blaise new Draco hated small talk, yet he still always made him do it.

"It's no walk in the park, Zabini," Draco drawled out.

He then plopped onto the couch in his room quickly followed by Zabini.

"Hey you still get a lot of benefits," Blaise replied.

Draco laughed.

"Oh yes, because unlimited books and no curfew make me all giddy inside," he said very sarcastically.

"You get to share a room with Granger," Blaise smirked.

Draco raised his eyebrow at this.

"What's so great about that?" Draco replied.

"Well for one she is bloody beautiful?"

Why did Draco's chest constrict.

"I wouldn't mind living with her."

Again with the pain.

Not wanting to seem like he had a soft spot for the girl he said the first thing that came to mind.

"She is nothing but filth, a mudblood prude."

He hadn't realized the door had opened.

"She is a bitch, ugly and really it's a bore living with her."

"Draco," Blaise warned.

"Its true, why would anyone want that thing, no wonder the weasel broke up with her ugly arse."

His door suddenly slammed shut.

Fuck.

"That was horrible," Blaise scolded. "I thought you were over your stupid bigot beliefs."

Draco just growled out a whatever.

…

Today was just not a good day.

It was her birthday but because Ron was mad at her he sent nothing.

Harry was to "busy".

Ginny was siding with Ron.

Well at least Molly sent her a nice basket full of treats.

As for everyone else, Hermione was only that pretty girl.

For the past three weeks boys would come up to her and ask her out.

Girls would ask her about harry.

Children would ask her for her autograph.

She was the bloody brightest which of her age for merlins sake!

Not a celebrity.

She guessed that her new found Veela-ness had some added starlight effect.

But that was not the worst part of her day.

Her own mate was.

All she wanted to ask was a question about patrolling.

But he had to be a jerk.

He had insulted her with the meanest comments he could muster. It had really hurt. Not only did it emotionally affect her, she was having hard time breathing and her nose was bleeding (yet she hadn't even realized it).

Tears leaked out of her pretty grass green eyes and she let out sad sobs in the comfort of her private room.

He really would never love her and in three months to the day she would be dead.

…

"That was a bloody messed up thing Malfoy," Blaise yelled.

Oh, he was mad. Draco couldn't help but agree.

It was a really mean thing to say.

"You are a git Malfoy," Blaise said calming down. "Draco, mate you should apologize."

Draco just looked at his door.

"Why," he grumbled.

"Well one," Blaise said. "It was horribly rude to say that to someone on her birthday and two I want to ask her out."

At hearing that Draco felt bubbling jealousy roar through him along with guilt with the thought it was her birthday. Still he kept to himself.

"Why does that involve me?" he angrily asked.

"Easy," Blaise said. "If she doesn't hate you she will at least like me."

Draco didn't want to say what he thought.

'I don't want her to hate me, I don't want her to like you, it bothers me and I don't know why.

…..

Hermione opened the door.

Someone was knocking at took all her might to get up and put on a happy face.

At her door all bright and smiley was Luna.

Hermione tried to smile but really couldn't.

"Hello Mione," she said.

Hermione motioned for her to come in.

"You do realize that your nose is bleeding. "

Hermione touched her little nose.

She was right.

BLOODY HELL.

She had been bleeding and didn't even feel it. What if he rejected her or worse loved someone else. What would happen to her then?

She had forgotten Luna was there until the unique girl spoke.

"Did your mate say something hurtful?" she asked.

"Yes he did," Hermione replied.

Wait!

What!

Hermione turned to face Luna with her eyes bulging out of their sockets.

Luna only gave her a bright smile.

Hermione calmed down.

She had to say she wasn't as shocked as she should be. It was Luna after all.

"Is that obvious what I am now," Hermione asked putting her head in her hands.

"Well," Luna replied. "There are a lot of Fuzcle faeries flying around your head."

Hermione raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"They are attracted to veela for their scent," she explained.

Hermione stayed quiet.

"So," Luna spoke up. "Your mate, he said something that hurt your feelings. Why don't you explain to him what the situation is?"

Hermione gave a dark chuckle.

"Luna," Hermione whimpered. "He hate me, he always has."

"Perhaps you haven't given him a chance."

Luna was always so optimistic. In this case it was hopeless.

"Luna," she sobbed.

Luna came and wrapped her in a hug.

"There," she cooed. "No need to cry."

"You don't understand," she whimpered.

"No, perhaps not. Still I know that you aren't giving Draco a chance. You only see the bad side of him."

Luna went to the kitchen and made her some tea.

"No one wants you to get hurt Mione," Luna told her handing her a steaming cup of a blue tea.

Hermione took a sip and felt relaxed.

"That's why I came here today," Luna told the dozing off veela hybrid. "I want to help you; I do not want to see you dead in three months."

Hermione was starting to blank out.

"Hermione be brave, you never know what Draco could truly be feeling."

Right before Hermione blanked out she remembered something.

She never even mentioned Draco.

….

Yes I know my fic is in a strange style but really that's only because I had no idea how to start it. I do hope it starts getting better in the upcoming chapters.

As for a happy ending, idk maybe if reviews sway me to the happier side of life.