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Forgive and Forget

Summary: Draco and Hermione bump into each other, but soon those meetings aren't so coincidental anymore. But don't they have better things to do than talk to each other?

The Seventeenth of December - Draco

Draco sat in his dorm room, thinking. He wanted to go out and kiss Hermione, but he also just wanted to stay here, all cooped up and out of the way of the people who didn't like them dating.

How did Hermione cope with that? Did she cope? Or did she isolate herself just like he did? He, of course, wouldn't know, since he hadn't come out except at night to sneak himself meals.

There was a knock on the door, and Draco flinched. Despite most of the Slytherins hating him for dating Hermione, they still had the audacity to knock. They always knocked.

"Draco? It's me, Hermione. Can I come in?"

It was Hermione. How in the world she got in there he didn't know, but he wasn't about to question it.

"I guess", he grumbled as he lay on his bed, watching as the door opened and Hermione stepped in. With Harry in tow. At first he wondered why he was there, but then it came to him that they probably got in with Harry opening the entrance with parseltongue.

"Hi, Hermione. Potter." He smiled weakly at Hermione, and nodded at Harry.

"Malfoy. Look, I'm not trying to sound mean, but it's hurting Hermione that you're not coming out. It's not even that bad anymore. It was bad in the beginning, but it got better. Really!"

"Tell that the Slytherins…", Draco mumbled under his breath, but Hermione heard him.

"Well, they haven't been that bad to me. Some have even smiled at me, but those that don't like it glared at me the most, but nobody does anything. And Daphne and Astoria Greengrass were really nice as well in the past two days."

Draco looked up. "Yeah, but that's the Greengrass sisters. They've always been nice. It's the others that bother me. Just yesterday, Goyle burst in and lunged at me. Imagine what would've happened if Blaise didn't come in a second later…" He trailed off and looked away.

"But Malfoy, that's one person. Has anyone other than Goyle done anything because of this?" Draco refused to look at him and said nothing, which was answer enough for Harry. "See? Just Goyle, nobody else. And to tell you something, everyone has accepted it. Well, everyone except Goyle and Ron. But that's another story."

"Everyone? Even Parkinson?"

Hermione nodded. "Yep. She even told me that she wished she'd seen us coming earlier."

Draco blinked. "Well, isn't this surprising…", he muttered. "So, I understand that correctly? You came here now to tell me to take that ass out of my bed and go up to lunch?"

Harry and Hermione nodded, and Harry added, "Exactly. And just so you know, Malfoy. You hurt her, and I'll come for you. And I will find you, wherever you are. So, don't ever hurt her, or else…" He made a show of pretending to behead himself with his hand and looked pointedly at Draco, who smirked back at him.

"A boy must be stupid to ever even think of hurting Hermione."

"Well…you kinda did hurt her. Did you know that anyone could call her a mudblood and she'd just insult them right back, but she couldn't stop crying for the life of it when it was you calling her that?"

Draco looked at Hermione, who blushed at those words. He smirked at her, and she blushed deeper. Draco sighed as he stood up from his bed and took his robes from the wardrobe and went into the bathroom.

"You can wait up for me if you want, but I'll be up in ten minutes."

Word Count: 601

AN: This fucking shit didn't publish today's chapter and I only noticed now! I've been publishing this story on Wattpad, Quotev, AO3 and , so WHY IN MERLIN'S SHIT DID IT PUBLISH THIS CHAPTER EVERYWHERE BUT HER?!

Ahem, anyway...thanks for reading this.

Love, Sarah💚

QOTD: Did something like this (chapters not being published and you not noticing it) ever happen to you?

My answer: I think my answer is obvious, but something like this never happened before.