Hermione dragged her feet through the heavy winds to the bookshop. She felt too numb to even place a warming charm onto herself. When she made it to the bookshop she found herself going and grabbing the book she had been so excited to get. She sat down on the spot that she often found herself sharing on most of her visits; all interest in the book was completely gone. She looked down at the book and tried not to cry.

Draco had found himself detained by his mother, but thought nothing of it. Granger wouldn't care one way or the other if he showed up or not and he certainly could care less if he saw her. That odd twinge in his chest was most likely indigestion he assured himself. When he got to the book shop he readied himself to look for a few books but the first spot he found himself nearing was the comfortable bench that was being occupied by a familiar figure.

"I shouldn't say I'm surprised to see you here Granger." She looked up at him with tears streaming down her face and his heartburn began to double its efforts to affront him. He found himself sitting next to her and her silent tears turned into a gentle sob. He did the first thing that came to mind. He opened his arms and she leaned into him, crying into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on top of hers. "Merlin, Granger." He whispered before slipping his wand from his sleeve and placing a concealment charm around them, and she started to choke down her sob. He quickly held onto her tighter and she grabbed at his shirt, as though holding onto him was keeping her together.

"He met someone." Her voice was muffled as she spoke into his chest; he could feel the heat going through his shirt and warming his skin but ignored it. "I wasn't worth waiting for." She gasped out. "Where did it go wrong?" She sobbed and Draco quietly slid his wand back into his sleeve being sure to keep a tight hold onto her. Finally she calmed herself enough to gently push herself away from him and rub the tears off her face using the sleeve of her cardigan. "How embarrassing, I made a complete twat of myself," she said with a shaky laugh. "I bet the entire store heard me." She finished as she continued to rub her face and attempt to flatten her hair.

"No one heard. I placed a concealment charm around us." Hermione looked at him and quickly looked around.

"What if someone saw you, or heard you?"

"Did you hear me?" She looked at him, and shook her head no. "I happen to be very good with non-verbal spells."

"Oh." She said and she continued to calm herself down. She knew he was staring at her but she did not know how to continue from there.

"I am going to take a guess, and say, you did not have a good day." She let out a scoff.

"No, it's safe to say I had a horrid day. I was having a fantastic week actually until Ron decided to muck it up."

"The Weaselbee has a knack for mucking things up doesn't he?" Hermione glared at Draco but said nothing to him. "He always seemed incapable of being generous with others feelings. He was very moody that one, always angry or happy never had a mood for middle ground."

"An emotional range of a teaspoon." Hermione said with a sad smile. Draco said nothing for a while.

"He broke your heart did he?" Hermione only sniffed. "Well, it will mend." And Hermione knew that she could believe him.

A/N: Can I say, I love this chapter. I was so excited for you to read it! And now you have!

Other than that there is no little notes, the next chapter will also be short but the one after that is really long and really eventful. The only thing is I had written this story to be closer to Christmas time, and we are only in October. Not that it matters, but it does bother me a little. Anyways...

Happy Readings.