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Days after that, Ron and Harry didn't mention schoolwork to her, hardly
mentioned anything at all to her, in fact. Hermione felt hurt and left out
as she saw them talking to each other at the Great Hall, laughing
sometimes. Why did they exclude her all of a sudden? After all, they had
been able to stand her for the last four years, and suddenly Ron did
something wrong and she got the blame? She sighed as she put away her
homework for the first time. Don't think about them. You don't need them.
Pretty soon they'll come crawling back, and you wont have much sympathy to
spare. She tried to think of the good things, but there were none. If they
weren't her friends soon, they'd go until the end of 7th year to talk and
finally say goodbye. Hermione screwed up her face and took out a lined
paper, smoothing it to the curve. She smiled as she took her quill and
slowly decorated the parchments with tiny hearts, and one name.
Draco. Hermione told herself to stop, that this was nonsense, but it was sort of nice the way it felt as she put her fingers through her loopy handwriting. Draco. Hermione shook her head in disgust of what she had just done and crumbled up the note. She preceded to throw away but instinct told her not to, so blushing, she put the note loosely in her pocket and went down for a snack. As she was walking down the rough steps, she saw Draco Malfoy coming towards her, going up. Maybe he wouldn't see her, Hermione thought, thinking if she could make a quick dash toward her common room and wait till he was gone. But no such luck. He had seen her, and he gave her a cold smile. His hair was not moussed off like it always was, but Hermione made no effort to notice this. Before she knew it, Draco had Hermione up against the wall, and they were smashed together. "Remember my last warning." he said, and Hermione felt another chill, more greater than before, go up and down her body as he reached his hands over her pockets. He walked away slowly and Hermione rubbed her temples harshly. Then she felt weird. As if she was missing something. Then, she knew what it was.
Hermione felt her knees go weak, and her heart sank with stupidity and embarrasment. Her life was ruined. How could this happen? One minute life was somewhat nice with her parents beaming at her, her friends cared and stood by her, and now her life was in shambles, everything was wrong and mixed up. Her best friends were no longer in presence of her life, her worst enemy had gotten evil to her, more badly and now that she didn't have any friends, she had enemies. Even Ginny seemed like a snob, though it was kind of the truth. Now she sat up like that, her knees drawn up her chin, alone in the empty hallway, her head in her lap and her hair sprawled out everywhere, and she did the only thing a sensible girl would do. She cried.
Draco. Hermione told herself to stop, that this was nonsense, but it was sort of nice the way it felt as she put her fingers through her loopy handwriting. Draco. Hermione shook her head in disgust of what she had just done and crumbled up the note. She preceded to throw away but instinct told her not to, so blushing, she put the note loosely in her pocket and went down for a snack. As she was walking down the rough steps, she saw Draco Malfoy coming towards her, going up. Maybe he wouldn't see her, Hermione thought, thinking if she could make a quick dash toward her common room and wait till he was gone. But no such luck. He had seen her, and he gave her a cold smile. His hair was not moussed off like it always was, but Hermione made no effort to notice this. Before she knew it, Draco had Hermione up against the wall, and they were smashed together. "Remember my last warning." he said, and Hermione felt another chill, more greater than before, go up and down her body as he reached his hands over her pockets. He walked away slowly and Hermione rubbed her temples harshly. Then she felt weird. As if she was missing something. Then, she knew what it was.
Hermione felt her knees go weak, and her heart sank with stupidity and embarrasment. Her life was ruined. How could this happen? One minute life was somewhat nice with her parents beaming at her, her friends cared and stood by her, and now her life was in shambles, everything was wrong and mixed up. Her best friends were no longer in presence of her life, her worst enemy had gotten evil to her, more badly and now that she didn't have any friends, she had enemies. Even Ginny seemed like a snob, though it was kind of the truth. Now she sat up like that, her knees drawn up her chin, alone in the empty hallway, her head in her lap and her hair sprawled out everywhere, and she did the only thing a sensible girl would do. She cried.