Shortly after Draco's hasty escape Hermione gathered herself off the floor and headed to the bathroom hoping a soak in the tub would clean not only her aching body but also her mind of the imagines and sounds that seemed to be playing on repeat in her head. She turned the tap to nearly scalding temperatures and gingerly lowered her nude self into the steaming water. As the warmth was numbing her skin, her mind seemed to spin out of control, the silence of the room more harmful than relaxing. Before she could comprehend what was happening, screams echoed around the stone room. Her throat raw with the previous crying, she continued to yell.
Nearly an hour had passed since running from the Heads Dorm. Draco began sprinting as soon as his bare feet hit the hallway and he had hardly stopped since. He was now outside in the morning sun, his feet damp from the dew-coated grass. But he didn't notice his cold, wet feet. The only thing he could think at the moment was "What have I done?" Over and over he chanted it to himself, replaying the flashbacks, each one taking him into that moment, into the room where he…no, he couldn't say it. Yes, he would concede that he had never been the nicest person to Hermione Granger but this? This was a whole new low, one he never thought he was capable of.
With numb feet, he paced in front of the Black Lake as the castle was coming to life next to him. Laughter and cheers could be heard from the doors as students made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He vaguely wondered if Granger was one of them or would she already be in Dumbledore's office detailing his disgusting work? He would deserve anything they could dole out, that is if his guilt didn't kill him first.
Another hour of pacing left his legs aching and head no clearer than it was the hour prior. He knew eventually he would have to face her; whether here in school or in a courtroom somewhere. Slowly, he trudged back inside and began the trek to the Heads Dorm. Or as he called it, the final walk to his death.
All too soon he was facing the millions of tiny portraits with his head hung in resignation. "This is it. My life is over." He said softly to no one. The portrait, feeling sorry for the young man swung open without the password.
Silence greeted Draco's ears as he stepped over the threshold. The room wasn't in shambles and there were no flying curses at his head. The silence was worse. He saw that Grangers door was shut as well as their shared bathroom. Two steps in, the bath door opened and out stepped the same Hermione Granger from two days ago, before all this happened. One brief moment of terror flashed in her eyes before she collected herself and cooled her expression.
"Malfoy," she said in a restrained greeting. She was dressed for her day; jeans and one of her typical granny sweaters.
"Hermione, I…I.." he started and stopped. She cut him off.
"Don't. This never happened. Last night is just a figment of our imagination. You will never bring it up again. And if I ever catch you in my room again, I will kill you. No questions asked, you will be dead. Deal? Great." She walked out the portrait behind him without waiting for his confirmation.
'Well that was unexpected,' he said to himself. And then went to make sure he forgot about what had happened...as best he could in the only way he knew how. The needles and drugs were right where he left them.