He didn't know why her behavior was worrying him, because he'd never cared about Granger before. He'd never cared about anyone in any other house, actually; all he'd cared about were his few friends and his father's opinion of him. His father's opinion didn't bother Draco anymore, something he was thankful for. If he still cared then he'd have to call Granger a mudblood and he was sure that wouldn't help her. Draco had seen the way Weasley had treated her at dinner and he'd seen the way Potter had just let it slide. How could he have done that, though? Potter had cared about Granger since a month into their first year; he'd protected her since then. Yet he did nothing when Weasley said something as horrible as wishing that Granger would have died in other's places. It had to be because Weasley's brother had died and everyone was trying to protect his feelings.
Draco sighed and buried his face in his pillow, trying to get to sleep. It had been an hour since he'd left Granger on the sofa in the common room and he couldn't stop thinking long enough to fall asleep. Half of his thoughts were about Granger, the other half about everything he'd done wrong. He hated thinking, sometimes; he couldn't understand how Granger could think constantly and manage to function properly each day. He knew that she was always thinking about something, based on her expression; that was common knowledge. "Shut up," he groaned, running his hands over his face. He shouldn't have to be stuck thinking about Granger of all people; she was horrible to think about. And having to see her face when his eyes were closed because he couldn't stop thinking about her expression when she started hallucinating... "Go away," he said desperately, squeezing his eyes shut in the hopes that it would help him forget about her. He would be made fun of if anyone knew he was thinking about Granger; he would be disowned if his father knew he was thinking about Granger. Then again that didn't bother him as much as it would have even a few months ago. But he'd never seen her look so terrified in months, not since she'd been at his house.
And there he went again, thinking once again about her being tortured in front of him. It was the thing from the war that he felt the most guilt over; he didn't even feel as bad for what had happened with Dumbledore and Dumbledore had actually died. With his eyes closed, Draco once again saw Granger laying on the floor with Bellatrix on top of her, her knife carving into Granger's arm. He'd been right there; he could have stopped it and yet... He'd just stood there. He'd watched Granger scream and beg for his aunt to stop and all he'd been able to do was stand and hope that, in the worst case, Bellatrix would kill her soon so she wouldn't be in anymore pain.
With a sigh, Draco climbed off his bed and went digging through his trunk, looking for one of the few sleep potions he'd stored in there. He had trouble getting to sleep every now and then, when his mind wouldn't shut down and let him go to bed. The potions helped. He drank it quickly, throwing the vial back into his trunk before going back to his bed and laying down, throwing the blanket on top of him. He was exhausted; he'd always needed eight hours of sleep a night to be able to function and at this rate he'd only get five or five and a half. It seemed terrible to him; he couldn't imagine how people could function on that little of sleep. He'd never be able to, nor would he ever want to; Draco knew that for sure.
He drifted off quickly after taking the potion, though he'd expected that. The potions always sent him to sleep after a few seconds. He was pleased, when he woke, that he couldn't remember any of his dreams; he hated remembering them. They were always odd and involved things he didn't understand, so he was glad when he couldn't recall them. He climbed out of bed and sighed as he looked at the clock; it was only six thirty in the morning. Five and a half hours of sleep; that was what he'd gotten. He knew that he'd end up falling asleep in one of his classes, the only problem was he didn't know which one. He'd probably end up with a detention, he knew, but Draco didn't worry about that too much. Detentions had never really bothered him unless they were with Potter or like the one in his first year with Potter, Granger, and Longbottom.
Shutting his bedroom door quietly behind him, Draco walked out into the shared common room, only to see Granger yawning and walking away from the bathroom, lazily drying her hair with a towel. "Morning," she said softly as she got to her door, barely paying him any attention. Granger didn't even look at him as she slipped into her room; she just shut the door behind her, the towel still on her hair. Draco stared at her door for a few seconds, wishing for some reason that he would have given her a response, but he shook his head to make that thought go away. He couldn't really interact with Granger more than he already had, because he knew people would find it odd. And he knew they wouldn't be happy with a Death Eater around one of their heroes. And that was all he was to everyone else, probably even to Granger: a Death Eater.
He got ready quickly, as usual, before heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast. It was still early, which meant that few people would be eating at that point. That was another thing Draco was thankful for; the less he could be around other people the better. That was his opinion anyway, though he was sure it was an opinion he shared with others. Everyone else in the Great Hall was leaving him alone, so it was a good guess. He ate quickly too; doing things quickly felt right to him; Draco was half sure if he did everything quickly then the year would go faster and he'd be able to cut out everyone he knew from Hogwarts. If he didn't see them, he wouldn't be reminded of everything he had done wrong.
Potions was his first class of the day, and he was happy for that. He'd always been pretty good at brewing potions, never as good as Granger, but still good. And yes Slughorn adored Granger, but he didn't seem to hate Draco like he was sure the other professors did. He waited for a while, so he wouldn't end up in the dungeons too soon and annoy Slughorn, but when he did end up in Potions he wasn't surprised at who else he saw standing in the classroom. Granger was there, obviously, as was Potter and even Weasley. Boot was there as well, as were a few others Draco couldn't remember the names of at the moment. He no longer cared about who was in his classes, because he didn't have any friends in them.
He stood as far away from Granger, Potter, and Weasley as possible so he wouldn't have to hear anything they were saying. Weasley was glancing at him every few seconds with a glare, so Draco knew that he would have tried to say something bad if he'd stood closer. Potter wasn't looking at him at all, thankfully, but Granger was. She wasn't looking at him as often as Weasley was, but every now and then she would follow his gaze and frown, though not at him, at Weasley. She said something Draco couldn't hear and Weasley rolled his eyes, shooting Draco another glare before turning to Potter and starting up a conversation. Granger sighed and, realizing that Weasley might not talk to her again, went to stand next to a Ravenclaw girl Draco had never remembered the name of.
He was right in assuming that Potions wouldn't be too bad. Everyone ignored him during the class except for Weasley, who Draco would catch glaring at him every now and then, but Draco tried his hardest not to let that bother him. It's not like he appreciated being glared at, and it took every ounce of self control he had not to say something rude to Weasley in return. The class ended with Granger, of course, having the best potion, and earning a prize from Slughorn that Draco didn't care about. He quickly walked out of the classroom, hoping to avoid Weasley's glares, and it seemed successful at first, until a hand gripped his arm. "Get off me," he said angrily, yanking his arm out of someone's grip before even turning around to look at who it was. After the way Weasley had been looking at him during class he should have know it would be him. "Don't touch me,"
"Ron what are you doing?" Granger sighed, coming up beside them. Potter was by her and he was actually giving Draco an apologetic look, which was an expression Draco thought he'd be seeing more often on Potter's face, even if it wasn't directed at him. "I saw you looking at her," Weasley said, ignoring Granger.
"At who?" Draco asked, rolling his eyes. The only person he'd been looking at was Granger and that was only because he'd been able to feel Weasley's glare on him and Granger was beside him.
"Hermione," Weasley snarled.
"Oh, please," Granger said, frowning. "He wouldn't be looking at me, Ron, you're just seeing things,"
"Like you, right Hermione?" Weasley asked, turning some of his anger on her. Granger's cheeks went pink, clueing Draco in to the fact that Granger had gone running away from a hallucination more than once. Draco glanced at Potter to see him sighing once more, though he appeared to want to stay silent.
"So Granger's having a little trouble," Draco said angrily. "That's not something you throw in her face. After the way you've been treating her, I'm surprised she's still hanging around you. You don't deserve her, Weasley," He only said that because he knew it would hurt Weasley; that's what he forced himself to believe.
"Ron, let's go," Potter tried, grabbing Weasley's arm and attempting to pull him away.
Weasley stayed in place though, the frown on his face deepening. "And what, do you think you do?" he asked, smirking at Draco.
"I-Of course I don't-That's a stupid-" Draco said, flustered by the question. That wasn't what he was trying to say when he told Weasley he didn't deserve Granger, not at all.
"Oh look," Weasley chuckled. "He's all tongue-tied,"
"Shut up, Ron," Granger said angrily, her face still red. "This is a stupid conversation and I think we should go," She tugged on Weasley's arm along with Potter, making Weasley stumble slightly. Weasley's gaze left him and Draco let out a small sigh of relief he hoped the others wouldn't hear. Weasley turned his attention to Granger then, planting a sloppy kiss on her lips. "Don't look at my girlfriend again, Malfoy,"
"I wasn't," Draco muttered, watching shock steal Granger's face. And then she began to look furious. She didn't say a word, she just stormed away from everyone, leaving Potter looking rather confused and Weasley looking indifferent. Draco was curious though. Why would she get angry about Weasley kissing her? They were together, weren't they? It probably happened every day.
"Come on," Potter said, shaking his head slightly and gripping Weasley's arm once more. Draco was half tempted to say something rude to Weasley as he was pulled away, but he managed to keep his mouth shut. He knew that saying something would only make matters worse and that wasn't something he wanted; he didn't want to deal with Weasley or Potter. He went to his next class instead of retaliating, something that made him happy, though going to Charms was not something he was looking forward to. Professor Flitwick had never liked Draco much, though unfortunately the feeling wasn't mutual. Draco had always liked the small wizard; he was a good teacher and a kind man which were all things Draco had wanted to be when he was younger. Now he just wanted to be anything but what he was: a Death Eater.
Professor Flitwick didn't really look at Draco the entire time he was in class, which was bad because the class was doubled in length. He had to sit with Flitwick for an hour and a half while the wizard did his best to ignore him. It was not particularly fun. By the time the class was over there was only half an hour until lunch, which at least meant that the school day was almost over. Then he'd be able to disappear to the Delegate's common room or his own bedroom. He knew that he should be following McGonagall's instructions and speaking with the other Delegates about how to make the houses more unified, but he didn't feel like talking to Boot, Abbott, or Granger. He could admit that discussing issues with Granger wouldn't be too terrible because she would probably have valid points, but Boot annoyed him more than anyone else besides Weasley and he'd never been a huge fan of Abbott. She wasn't terrible, she was just too different from him.
Draco walked to the common room and sighed; just the person he didn't want to see. Boot was sitting in the chair by the fire Draco was sure he'd claimed as his; he always sat there when in the common room and while it was only the second day, he was in the common room a lot. Draco sighed and rolled his eyes, noticing that there was a bag on the floor by the door. It was Grangers, he could tell, so he picked it up and brought it over to the sofa he was going to sit on. He couldn't remember if they had a Potions assignment but he knew Granger would have written it down.