A/N: Hey guys :( I am actually really disappointed. I got a review that I found really hurtful. I won't explain it but if you look at all of the reviews you will probably know which one I am talking about. Review/Favourite/Follow joyful acknowledgements are in the A/N at the bottom.

Disclaimer: Don't own the song references/ the song, and if I may ask you one thing. Would I be writing on Fanfiction if I was J.K. Rowling and owned Harry Potter? I think not, henceforth I don't own a damn thing.

Twisted Love

Chapter 9

Teardrops on my Guitar

Hermione was the last student out of the Charms classroom, well second last. Zacharias Smith was waiting for her, it just seemed fitting as he was the cause of her being late to lunch. His admiration for her caused him to split her bag while walking out the door. Frustrated at what her notes, quills, and ink bottles had become, Hermione stayed back and began to reorganize her once perfect notes. Zacharias wanted to form and become the role of the Knight in Shining armor, henceforth he stayed and helped her. For he knew that Hermione had loathed him and was not entirely elated about this information, I mean, who would be? Zacharias wanted to change her feelings, changing himself would be utterly barbaric.

"Hey Hermione," smiled Zacharias.

"Oh hi Smith," Hermione said not looking up from her disorganized notes.

"Please, call me Zacharias, Zach for short," he said walking up to her. "Do you need help with that?"

"Sure thanks, my bag split while I was walking out of the door. I guess I have too many things," she shyly said.

"Look Hermione, the Hogsmeade trip is coming up and I would like you to accompany me on it," Zacharias said boldly obviously not caring about her bag.

"Uh, I might have to patrol," Hermione said, silently praying that he would buy it.

"Oh," he said his giant smile fading to a frown.

Being the sweet caring girl that Hermione was, she didn't want to hurt his feelings. She sighed and said, "I will try to get out of it."

His smile returned to his broad face and he said, "Thanks, I knew you wouldn't let me down. I'll see you in the Great Hall after lunch before we leave."

With that said he left the classroom happily bouncing, and Hermione was left with her thoughts.

'Oh Merlin, Ron is going to become absolutely bonkers when he hears this,' Hermione thought worriedly shaking her head. 'Perfect.' She left the room with a smirk on her delicate face and her bag and notes returned to their fine quality, and departed off to the Heads Dormitories.

*Third Floor Landing*

"I spot a mudblood," a drawling voice behind Hermione said.

Hermione quickly turned and saw Pansy and Daphne Greengrass standing a few steps away. She reached for her wand put was disarmed as soon as she reached for it, and her vine, dragon heartstring wand vanished from sight.

"Parkinson, Greengrass, altercations in the hallways are unnecessary and against school rules," Hermione explained fear extinct from her voice. "And with that in mind, cursing and hexing me, Hermione Granger, Head Girl of Hogwarts, would be utterly consequential, goodbye."

Hermione walked up the steps to the portrait of Albus Dumbledore and said the password, "Jauda."

"Jauda, remember that Daphne. We can't let Granger have Draco, not like he would, she is an ugly little mudblood," whispered Pansy to her friend.

"Put its Dumbledore in the portrait, he knows the appearances of Draco and Granger," Daphne silently said worried for Pansy's plan.

"Don't worry Daph, I have it all figured out," Pansy sneakily said, while she and Daphne descended down the staircase to the Slytherin Dormitories.

*Gryffindor Common Room*

After the weak brawl that Hermione had with the two Slytherin witches, she went to the Gryffindor Common Room to talk to her mates.

"Hey Harry, Ron, Ginny," smiled Hermione walking into the Common Room and sitting with them by the fire.

"Hello Hermione," the three chorused.

"I have absolutely dreadful news," Hermione said groaning.

"What?" Ginny asked worriedly.

"Zacharias Smith asked me to accompany him on the Hogsmeade trip, and me being my blissful/guilty self I said yes," the brunette said collapsing in her chair.

"What!" Ron and Harry yelled. The pair looked murderous, more Ron then Harry. The ginger got up and looked inferior, like he could strangle someone. This aspect frightened first and second years and they all ran away from the golden trio plus one.

"I felt guilty because he looked immensely happy then sad when I started to say no, so I had to say yes. Merlin I am too nice," groaned Hermione.

"Merlin, Hermione. You know I hate Smith, how could you do this to me?" Ron shouted a stern glare from his eyes progressed to the Muggleborn.

"How could I do this to you? Why would you give a damn? Last year you and Lavender were attached at the lips until they'd bleed, snogging in empty corridors. Did you ever think of how I felt through all of it? I loved you to pieces last year, I gave my heart to you, but you gave it back to me in little tiny pieces. Oh bullocks you make me feel so inferiour with the pain you cause," snarked Hermione rising from her seat to look him in the eye.

"Why would you care what I did with Lavender last year? You were too busy shagging McLaggen!" Ron roared, his face rivalling the crimson red Gryffindor is known for.

"Me, Hermione Jean Granger, shagging Cormac sodding McLaggen? You arse, you trully believed that? I cared for you, couldn't you see that? How can you say that I didn't give a damn? When you were poisoned last year I sat in that Hospital Wing day and night and you have the odasity that I didn't care? Ronald Weasley, you are such an arse! And for your information, what I do with other bloke's is absolutely none of your sodding buisness, goodbye Ronald," Hermione said running out of the Gryffindor Common Room with tears in her eyes.

When she reached the Heads Common Room she hoped to see no one but to her dismay, Draco was in there. He made a gesture of hello but Hermione was too busy running past to notice. For it was his turn to hear her musical abilities. Hermione sat down by the window, picked up the acoustic guitar. Little did she know the blonde Slytherin was standing by the door waiting to hear her, and on that note she started to play,

"Long handwritten note deep in your pocket
Words, how little they mean when you're a little too late
I stood right by the tracks, your face in a locket
Good girls, hopeful they'll be and long they will wait

We had a beautiful magic love there
What a sad beautiful tragic love affair

In dreams I meet you in warm conversation
We both wake in lonely beds different dormitories
And time is taking its sweet time erasing you
And you've got your demons, and, darling, they all look like me

'Cause we had a beautiful magic love there
What a sad beautiful tragic love affair

Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting
Silence, this train runs off its tracks
Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen?
Hang up, give up, for the life of us we can't get back

A beautiful magic love there
What a sad beautiful tragic, beautiful tragic, beautiful

What we had ‒ a beautiful magic love there
What a sad beautiful tragic love affair

We had a beautiful magic love there
What a sad beautiful tragic love affair," she finished with tears in her eyes.

Hermione couldn't take it any longer, henceforth she broke down. Teardrops falling on her guitar, she sobbed. Draco couldn't watch her cry, for it was breaking his heart as much as it was hers. He didn't want to awake her from her trance of heartbreak; therefore he quietly walked in and sat beside her.

"Hermione, come here," he said in a calm caring tone,

"No. What do you want Malfoy? Are you here to celebrate my sorrow, because I assure you it is not worth celebration," Hermione said in a shaky tone, her head not leaving her arms.

"I am not here to hurt you; come on you'll feel better. Your silver tears are not a joy of happiness waiting to escape myself," Draco said his voice stern. Seeing no movement, Draco wrapped his strong arms around her waist, gently trying to pull her into him. Realizing that if she tried to fight his kindness it would get her nowhere, Hermione lifted her head from her arms and let him pull her down. Draco wrapped his arms around her and pulled Hermione into his lap, her arms went around his pale neck. She cried, hard, her silver tears damaging his dark charcoal shirt. His head rested on her temple while she sobbed, Draco began rubbing circles into her back in effort to calm her down.

"Shh Hermione, Weasley isn't worth your tears. If he is really that big of a prick to go for Lavender shame on him, she has nothing on you. She's Lavender, and you're, you're Hermione. The most beautiful girl in Hogwarts, you are," Draco said blushing.

"Malfoy, did someone give you Veritaserum?"

"Surprisingly no, at least I am not aware of it," he said rocking his 'Gryffindor pride' in his pale cheeks.

"Then that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me," smiled Hermione lifting her head up to look into those silver cloudy eyes she adores. "Thank you Draco, for everything."

"Well, umm, it, it was nothing," stuttered Draco.

"It was not nothing and you and I both know that, really, how should I thank you?"

"Well, umm, uh, maybe we could-" he was unable to finish his sentence because the clock chimed 1:00.

"Oh bullocks, is that the time? I have to get to class. See you Draco," Hermione said hurriedly getting up from his lap and running out of the Common Room.

Draco sighed sadly and thought to himself, 'Our love really is sad, beautiful, and tragic. Teardrops are stained on our guitar to prove it. Oh bullocks.'

A/N: A long chapter for a long wait. I truly am sorry for that. First I had that gum/ tooth surgery, then I had no time, then I recieved a rude review that downed my spirits, lastly I sprained my ankle extremely badly, but it is getting very better. If you want to know which review really hurt, it's the last one. In the acknowledgement A/N.

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*A Polite Review* Out of curiosity, I stumbled across your fic. I'm not one to bash a pair, though I will silently ask myself why someone ships a pair that weren't made for each other, but you're the exception.It is one thing to keep both of the characters in canon, but with your story, you did not. Her Hermione Granger does not ever say "oh my gosh" and proceed to jump up and down. She never would and your action of having her do that has honestly made me question if you've read the books or not. Hernione doesn't swear. She might say bloody hell, once in the whole series so shed never use "shit". I could go on, but I don't wish to be any more rude than necessary. My mum did raise me to be polite

I understand your critiques I just don't find the necessity of it to question my Harry Potter commitment. Although you said you aren't one to bash a pair, you certainly bashed it. The one part that irked me the most was the part where you said you could go on. In my opinion, rudeness is never necessary in anything you do so saying you don't wish to be more rude than necessary it a tad odd. As much as you wanted it to seem polite and nice, it devastatingly wasn't. I'm sad to say I question your definition of politeness.