Hermione felt absolutely awful and nobody could help her. It was one of those days she was reminiscing about her parents.
Hermione sat down in the window frame and looked out over the terrain of Hogwarts. It was a sunny day and all students were outside.
Hermione sighed and she almost started to cry when she remembered the trips she used to go on when she was younger and it was a sunny day like this. Almost. Hermione had promised herself she'd never let anyone see her cry. She might be alone right now, but students could pass m=by every moment. She was right.
Just then, Draco Malfoy walked in, quite depressed himself. He'd just received a letter from his mother and she wrote way too cheery, she only wrote like that if she wanted to cover up things weren't alright at all. He always felt so powerless when he was at Hogwarts!
That's when he noticed Hermione, sitting in the window frame and looking everything but happy.
'What's wrong, Granger?' he asked.
'Nothing, why would there be something wrong?' she responded dull.
'You just look a little off…' Draco answered her.
'Besides, if there was anything wrong, why would you care?!' She snapped now.
'I've promised myself after the War I would do everything to make people around me happy. I may not be able to help my mother right now, but I can at least try to help you.' Draco said seriously, then he continued.
'To make a start, I will first tell you my story…' He told her everything, about the War, about his family, even about his feelings!
'You trusted me and I'll trust you.' Hermione stated.
'You might not want to hear everything and I understand if you walk away.' But Draco didn't.
He stayed and listened to her whole story. That was just what they both needed: someone to listen, someone to understand them.
In the end, they both felt relieved and not so depressed anymore.
