Draco sat in Hyde Park, across the street from the Patil's house, all night. He decided that enough was enough around eight-thirty in the morning and began his walk home. As it happened, Hermione had just finished dressing and looked out her window at that exact moment. She saw him walking and ran down the stairs to catch up with him. Not as fortunately, Ron saw him from the other side of the river and decided to catch up too.
"Son of a bitch," Ron muttered under his breath when he was nearly face to face with him. "Malfoy," he called out.
Draco turned, having just walked passed him without even registering that it was Ron. "Ronald," he said halfheartedly. He barely had the energy to make it home.
"I have to talk to you," Ron said, getting in Draco's face.
"Well," Draco said, "can we do it later? I had a really bad night…"
That was the moment that Ron decided to shove him backwards.
"What's your problem?" Draco asked.
"Where the hell do you come off hitting Ophelia?" he responded.
Draco shook his head. "Merlin, she got to you too…"
"She told me everything," Ron said.
"Ron, you don't know what you're talking about," Draco said outright.
"Oh, yeah?" Ron asked angrily.
"Yeah," Draco told him.
"She also told me you fucked Lavender," he said, raising his voice. Draco looked down. "It's true, isn't it?"
"Ron, I'm sor…" Draco tried to say before Ron punched him in the chin.
Draco hit him back, throwing him off balance, but he caught himself before he fell.
At that moment, Hermione turned the corner to see Draco and Ron beating one another to a pulp.
"Draco!" she called out.
Draco looked up at her, causing him to take another punch to the cheek.
"Draco! Stop it!" she yelled, running over and grabbing Ron by the neck. Ron threw her off of him. She landed in the street, only yards in front of a taxi cab.
Draco pulled himself off the ground when he saw where she landed and dove to shove her out of the way. Hermione just barely escaped it, but Draco was not so lucky. He rolled over the car, smashing the windshield, and landed behind it.
Hermione stared, horrified, then ran to him.
He was breathing, but only just. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth and his forehead had a cut from his temple to his hairline.
"I…I love you, Hermione," he whispered.
"I love you too," she cried, holding his hand tightly.
Ron was standing nearby, and a crowd was beginning to form. He lost consciousness just before the mediwitch arrived.
"As the new headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it saddens me to start off the new year with such a mournful tone," Professor Granger addressed the Great Hall, filled to the brim with grim faces.
In the bathroom, Ophelia stood in front of the sink, her broomstick pendant in one hand and a line of cocaine in the other. She snorted it heavily, wiped her nose, then screwed the cap back on her necklace. She turned the sink on and began to wash her hands of the remnants.
Hermione exited the stall behind her.
"I didn't know anyone else was in here," Ophelia said nervously.
"I'm sorry," Hermione said. "Hermione Granger.
"Ophelia Yates," she replied with a false smile.
"Have we met?" Hermione asked, looking closely at Ophelia's reflection in the mirror.
Ophelia smiled. "I don't think so. You're father's the new headmaster, right?"
"That's right," she responded. "I was sorry to hear about your brother. Are you okay?"
"I'll be fine," Ophelia said quickly, picking up the parchment that had her eulogy written on it and beginning to read. "Did you know Draco?"
"You might say that," Hermione said, turning to get a towel to dry her hands.
"Such a tragedy isn't it?" she said, fixing her hair.
"Yes, it is," Hermione replied. "I'll leave you alone now. Are you sure you're going to be okay? I'm here if you need a friend."
"That's great," Ophelia said.
"I know it sounds really trite," Hermione continued, "but when I feel like I can't go on I turn to Merlin, and he helps me through it."
"Thank you," Ophelia said, staring at Hermione's reflection in the mirror.
"Okay, I'll see you around campus." With that said, she left the bathroom.
"Looking forward to it," Ophelia said mockingly. "Freak."
Ophelia stood before the whole school, dressed in her uncharacteristically modest school uniform. "However dark the cloud, there's always a silver lining. It might be hard to see, but what we should learn from this experience is to be true to ourselves and resist the temptations of peer pressure."
She paused as she saw Millicent Bulstrode enter the hall and rush over to her best friend, Pansy Parkinson.
"As seventh year prefect, I've tried to set an example in myself. Unfortunately, the one person I could not reach out to in time was my step-brother, Draco."
She paused again as Millicent crossed the aisle and whispered to Hannah Abbott
"I know he's looking down at us today and…"
She paused once more when a quarter of the students in the hall got up and began to leave.
"Um, I know he's looking down on us today and he'd want me to say…"
As they left, all the students looked up at her.
"…he'd want me to say, Ophelia….He'd want me to say, Ophelia, I'm sorry. What is going on? Don't you people have any respect?"
Ophelia stopped her speech and followed the evacuating students out of the hall angrily. She burst out of the Grand Entrance and saw a flock of students, all reading the same book. Lavender Brown pushed through the crowd with a stack of them and hand one to Ophelia, then she returned to distribute more.
Ophelia stared down at the paper cover. In blocky letters were the words "Cruel Intentions: The Journal of Draco Malfoy". She flipped it open to see neat writing and pictures. Pictures of Hermione, Lavender, Blaise, even Cormac. Then she saw her own picture. Surrounding it were labels Draco had given her throughout the years: bitch, whore, coke problem…and in the middle of the page was her broomstick pendant, coke spilling from the capless opening. A tear rolled down her cheek, and when she looked up she saw that every single student in the courtyard was staring back at her.
Professor Granger walked up to her and took the pendant from her, opening it to discover cocaine pouring out. He shook his head and confiscated it.
Hermione remembered all of the memories that she and Draco had shared. She remembered that they first held hands on his vintage broomstick, the one he gave her in the end of his letter. She remembered how often he said "the fact of the matter". She remembered how he looked in the sunglasses she was wearing. She remembered that he love her, and that made her smile.
A/N: I hope you liked it. Sorry if you didn't. I remind you, I did say at the beginning that I was copying directly from the movie. I am considering making the second film into a prequel. If you like this idea, please let me know.