February Event: 41/81
W.C: 234
Disclaimer: Nope. Never Have, Never Will.
Warmth
"Sorry," Ron admitted, looking anywhere but Hermione's dejected face. "I don't see you that way. You're one of my best friends, 'Mione, not a potential girlfriend."
Hermione could hear his words repeat in her head. Sorry. "It's okay, Ron," she forced herself to say. She smiled feebly, waving his rejection off as if it didn't bother her. As if it didn't pierce her heart. "I'm okay. I wasn't expecting anything, really."
Ron turned his head to look at Hermione and his expression screamed relief. "Oh, really? You're the best, Hermione. I guess, I'll see you around?"
Hermione swallowed the giant lump in her throat. "Yeah, of course." He awkwardly hugged her and walked out of the empty classroom. "I'm okay."
She inhaled and exhaled, refusing to let her tears fall.
"Granger?" Draco asked surprised as he walked in a few minutes after. He saw her crestfallen face and immediately walked over to her. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Hermione laughed shakily, wiping at her eyes furiously. "N-No, nothing. Don't worry about it, Malfoy."
"It's better to cry, you know. Just let it all out," he said, giving off a comforting aura.
Hermione smiled, letting her tears fall freely. "Thank you." She felt his strong arms wrap around her frame as she sobbed. "You're warm," she whispered, once she calmed down.
"And I feel your warmth, and it feels like home," he whispered back softly.