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Chapter 28
Hermione and Draco now stood in a nook a few corridors up from the Potions room, Hermione however was being held up by Draco as she cried on his chest. Draco ran a hand over curly hair, and looked hard at the wall just behind her. Fuming thoughts continued to real through his head, he was furious that someone would be such a jerk to such an amazing girl. His head was full of thoughts of beating the guts out of Ronald Weasley.
"Hermione," Draco said ever so softly, "Do you want to talk about it." Hermione nodded her head.
"First I got mad when he felt me up when we were taking notes during class." Draco stiffened slightly when he heard this but didn't say anything and let Hermione continue. "Then when I tried to make him stop, he wouldn't. Not until I got up to go get the potions ingredients."
"Why didn't you tell me what he had done then?" Draco inquired furry was now boiling inside of him. Hermione shook her head furiously and a few more tears fell down her cheeks.
"I don't know." she whispered hoarsely, Draco wiped the tears that had fallen down her cheeks.
"Then what happened after you went back?" Draco urged her on, desperate to know what had happened.
"Well," Hermione sniffed trying to regain her composure, "I started to brew the potion while Ron decided to sit back and watch and sleep. Once I noticed he was asleep I was furious. Then after Snape told us to collect a flask and bottle our finished potion. So I woke up Ron and told him to go get one and he gave me this haughty attitude about how he was trying to sleep and that I should do it. I couldn't believe his nerve! After all I had brewed the ENTIRE potion without his help and the least he could have gone was gotten the flask. So then I told him that it wasn't a question and that he needed to go get it now. He grumbled the entire way up and the entire way back, fueling the fire that was already burning. I was so pissed that I didn't put his name on the flask, after all he didn't do any of the work, and then I turned it into Snape. Snape then asked me if I knew that I hadn't put his name on the flask, and Blaise said something and when I turned around the entire class was staring at me. I then went to go get my stuff, and then that's when Ron hurt me." Hermione glanced down at her arm at the light bruise that was sure to become darker later. "I'm such an idiot." Hermione sniffled into Draco's chest. Draco paused and looked down at the top of her head.
"Hermione you are, in no way, an idiot." Draco said firmly.
"Yes, I am. I'm an idiot to believe that I could ever pull something like this!" Hermione cried.
"What do you mean by 'something like this'?" Draco asked curiously, since he had no idea what on earth Hermione's eyes widened as she heard what Draco had just said back to her. She had never meant for that to come out of her mouth. It was just supposed to stay in her head, in her private thoughts.
"N-N- Nothing. It didn't mean a thing." Hermione stuttered, slightly nervous, but hoped that Draco would put that on her distraught state. She looked down towards the ground, and shuddered slightly when he placed a finger under her chin.
"Tell me, you have to be able to trust me." Hermione looked into his eyes and saw the truth behind them.
"Look I do trust you but I can't tell you. You'd hate me for it." Draco laughed slightly catching Hermione off guard. "What? What's so funny?"
"Hermione, I couldn't hate you. I may dislike you at times, but I could never hate you. Not after all that you've done for me this past year." Draco's face had once again become serious and full with compassion. Hermione's eyes brimmed once more with tears, still fearing that he would turn his back on her. She felt like she truly was an idiot, she had ruined a relationship with her one of her "best" friends and now was teetering on the edge with Draco as well. It was almost to much for her to handle.
"You wouldn't understand." She looked away from him, trying her best to not let anymore tears cascade down her cheeks.
"Hermione, why wouldn't I understand? Why can't you tell me?"
"Because, I can't, Draco. I just can't." Hermione took in a deep breath, trying to calm her mind. Draco looked at Hermione questionably, knowing that she was hiding something from him. He desperately wanted to know what.
"Hermione, I wish you would tell me. I won't make you but I hope that you will come to me and tell me, all right? Over the past few days, you see to be growing steadily unhappier. I'm worried about you." Hermione looked up and saw the sincerity in his eyes, as well as worry too. She felt immediately guilty; he shouldn't feel worried about her, he shouldn't be this caring towards her. "Hermione I just want you to be happy." Draco said softly rubbing his calloused thumb over her tear stained cheek.
