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Chapter Four.

Broken.

It had been nearly a month since Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley had begun dating. The news had spread through Hogwarts like wildfire, igniting gossip and excitement centring around the fact that remaining two thirds of the Golden Trio were taken.

The Slytherins seemed to be the only ones less than interested by the revelation.

Harry and Ginny were often seen with the new couple and they became more like the Golden Quartet as the days went on, due to them being paired off and in each other's constant company.

This wasn't as much to everyone's taste. Hermione felt strangely stifled by Ron – which was strange seeing as she spent about the same amount of time with him as normal, except that now they were 'together'. But for some reason she just wanted a little more space. Space to breath. Space to think.

Down in the Slytherin common room, Draco reclined back on a serpentine green chaise lounge, one arm behind his head and his other arm draped across his stomach. He was deep in thought, determinedly ignoring Pansy Parkinson as she prattled on about some rumour to do with Zabini and some Ravenclaw girl.

He inwardly groaned as she leaned closer to him so that she could speak quieter.

"I mean, she's not a Slytherin, so I thought he'd never go for her. I mean the rest of us would go for the odd Ravenclaw, and possibly a Hufflepuff, but Blaise never seemed like that type of Guy. I thought he was strictly Slytherin bound. What do you think? I mean, you are his best friend."

She frowned.

"Draco? Are you even listening?" she chided.

"Are you still talking?"

She folded her arms and pouted at him.

"You could pay more attention to me, you know. We are going to be married one day."

"To be honest, I couldn't care less for your trivial gossip" Draco responded, cocking an eyebrow, "Nor do I think that we will be married."

"We are supposedly dating, yet you never bother with me. I'm just for show, aren't I?"

"Pansy, I think you declaring that we are going to be married, constantly, and forcing your way into my company every day, does not count as 'Dating'."

"But, Drakie-"

"Don't call me that."

"-We're made for each other. You know I'm your ideal pureblood match!"

"Parkinson, for the love of my sanity, will you please, LEAVE ME ALONE."

He stood up abruptly and strode to the door. Pansy lent back in to the sofa, clutching a pillow, as her pug-like features twisted into a pout again.

Draco marched down the hall and quickstepped up the stairs from the dungeons. He stormed away turning options over in his head, exit methods, somewhere quiet to go. Where there would be as few students as possible. Preferably none at all. He reached the fourth floor corridor, attempting to almost jog up the moving staircases.

Draco slowed down. There were muffled mumblings and slight giggles from up ahead.

He slunk behind one of the suits of armour that lined the hall, encasing himself in shadow.

Granger's arms were tangled round Weasel-King's neck and their lips were furiously interlocked. Weasel traced his hands down the bookworm's back, gripping her, pulling her closer.

Draco rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. He tapped his foot impatiently. He was not in the mood for weak, love-struck Gryffindors.

Hermione was completely wrapped up in Ron. She could feel his breath on her neck, his hands tracing her spine, his lips on her skin. But even though her body moulded into his, something was wrong... she shrugged it off. She was beyond happy, she was ecstatic. She broke away, breathing a reminder to him about her potions essay and his DADA practice, and smiling at him as he groaned at the prospect of work.

Draco watched as Granger giggled at Weasel-bee moving over her. They whispered a bit before Granger rocked up on to her toes to kiss him on the cheek, before beaming and hurrying off down the hall. Weasel stood there for a while, staring dreamily after her with a lop-sided grin on his face that was just begging to be wiped off.

Draco smirked and began to step from his hiding place, almost coming out into full view before something rocketed past him, making him take a step backwards to be reclaimed by the shadows.

The something that had almost flown past him turned out to be a someone. Draco's eyes widened as the person jumped at Weasel, who caught them around the waist, which was strange in Draco's opinion.

Weasel was grinning.

Draco furrowed his brow. Confused.

The Blonde head bent down to Weasel-King's and kissed him. Draco expected the Weasel to push her off, throw her to the ground for attempting to make him dishonest, like the overly amazing member of the Golden Trio he was.

Draco was wrong.

The Weasel kissed her back passionately, pushing his lips back against hers fiercely and hooked her higher up his waist, gripping her thighs and turning to lean her against the wall. Revealing her face.

The face of Lavender Brown.

Draco almost gasped. Instead he let his mouth hang open, gaping.

So Weasel was playing two girls? That could be dealt with.

Throwing Weasel-bee off his high Golden horse was a very attractive idea to the blonde Slytherin. It seemed that Brown was the other woman, since she (and the rest of the school) knew the blood traitor was with the Mud- Muggleborn.

Weasel and Brown fell through into an alcove behind one of the tapestries. Draco walked briskly away, hastening his steps to escape the disgusting noises that gave away what the pair were doing. He reached the door at the end of the hall and paused, his arm stopped midair, resting slightly on the door handle.

Does he find Granger, tell her and use it to taunt her? Does he do nothing? He could just tell her and walk away?

He chose the latter. He could save the taunts for another day. Once she was past it and the memory would just irk her and give Draco the high ground in inevitable future arguments.

Draco began to push the door open and rounded the corner, expecting to have to walk to the library or some kind of classroom to tell Granger, but was stopped in his tracks.

She sat crumpled on the floor against the wall, tears streaming down her face and her knees drawn up to her body. Her sobs cascaded through her chest and she hugged herself as a meek kind of consolation.

Her head snapped up.

She instantly held her tears back and wiped her face hurriedly and forcefully with her sleeve, heaving herself up off the ground.

Her eyes narrowed at him.

"What do YOU want, Ferret?" Her words ripped into furious snarls that punctuated every word, "Come to kick me while I'm down?"

Draco would've cringed away from her words had it not been Granger speaking.

"Well, I came to provide you with information on your beloved," he sneered, "But I see you already have that."

He turned to leave, but he heard fresh sobs as she crumpled back against the wall again, sliding slowly back down to the floor. He turned back to her and stood passively for a moment before closing his eyes, sighing, and opening his mouth to speak.

"I'm going to regret this." He mumbled to himself.

He extended one hand down, offering it to her. She looked up, eying it suspiciously. He rolled his eyes and shook his open hand slightly, urging her to take it. She reached up and gingerly took it. He pulled her up and pulled her into him. She didn't stop him. She didn't glance once at his pale pointed features. She just buried herself into his shoulder, sobbing heavily, letting her cries ricochet through the emptiness around them. She could smell his scent; Peppermint and freshly mown grass.

He put his arms cautiously around her shoulders, mentally recoiling at the same time as reaching out to comfort. His whole heritage screamed "MUDBLOOD! MUDBLOOD!" at him, deafening his inner thoughts.

For a while they stood, until her crying began to subside.

They both froze suddenly. Stiffening. Before jumping back from each other, snatching their arms away, as if they had both been burnt.

And with that, Draco turned on his heel and walked away from Hermione Granger. Again.

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