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The tranquility of the moment didn't last long. In burst Ron, red-faced and gasping.
"Hermione, whatever Harry did to you, if it was bad, he didn't mean it. He just got chewed out by Filch for tracking mud on the floor. He is in a really bad mood," Ron explained.
"Well, if you really know what happened, Harry just broke up with me," Hermione stated huffily. Ron clapped a hand to his freckled forehead, and ran off, muttering about knocking some sense into Harry. Hermione sighed, and sank back into her bed. Meanwhile, Ron was bursting into the common room. He didn't see Harry, so he clambered up the stairs to the dormitories. He ran into their room. He saw Harry lying on the bed.
"I know what you are here to say. I know that I should make up with her. I know that she wasn't cheating on me. But my pride won't let me do it," Harry admitted. He had been thinking to go back to her. But then in came his pride.
"How would it look for famous Harry Potter, who can have any girl he wants, goes crawling back to a girl he had broken up with?" it jeered. But then his conscience would argue back.
"But you and Hermione are perfect for each other!" it would cry. While his conscience and his pride bickered, he just felt exhausted. In the end, it turned out that his pride won. He wasn't happy about it, but at least he didn't ruin his reputation.
Back in her room, Hermione thought of what had happened that day. Well, she and a new friend and a kitten, but she had lost her boyfriend. There was a soft knock on her door.
"Come in!" she yelled, pretending to be cheerful. In walked Draco Malfoy. He gave her the first blush she had ever seen him make. It only tinted his cheeks pink, just brushing him with a pale hue.
"I hope I didn't get you into trouble," he said softly. Hermione looked away.
"No, you only made Harry break up with me," she said. It wasn't like Hermione to be sarcastic, but she was in an exceptionally bad mood today.
"Well, I am sorry Miss Granger, but if you do recall, it is not my fault," he said, stalking out of the room. Hermione realized that she had just lost the friend that was newest. Well, that had to be a record. Hermione Granger had never had a friendship that had lasted less than two years. Well, less than two hours would definitely be something new. Instead of trying to get him back, she just turned over and sobbed herself to sleep in her pillow.
The next morning she felt refreshed. She looked it too, except for the tear tracks running down her cheeks. Hermione walked into the giant Prefect's bathroom. She didn't bother to lock the door, a charm locked it when you were bare and unlocked it when you were decent. She stripped and stepped into the shower. She turned the water on hot, and enjoyed the tickling sensation of it down her back. What was more comforting was that it was washing away all signs of tears and, what seemed like, all memories. She showered for 15 minutes, then stepped out and wrapped the terry towel around her figure. Then she pulled on a jumper and a sweatshirt. She combed her hair and tried in vain to get it to not be so fuzzy. She looked with a sigh into the full length mirror. She heard the door creak open and she turned to the sound. She saw Draco standing outside the door.
"Oh, I am so sorry for interrupting you, Granger," he said coldly. It hurt to hear him call her Granger. He turned his back on her and began to walk away.
"Draco, wait!" she cried, hurrying after his retreating back. He stopped and turned slowly. "I am really sorry for being so cold to you last night. It wasn't your fault. If it was anybody's fault, it was mine," she apologized, looking into his cold grey eyes, which remained angry and icy.
"You know, Granger, I really thought you would know me better then this, I really did. Do you really think that I would want to be your friend? As for Potter, I am happy that he finally learned that even Mudblood-loving-Purebloods and Mudbloods don't mix." With that stinging statement, he stormed past her into the now vacant bathroom. Hermione grabbed his shirt as he walked by.
"Listen Malfoy. You are not all that you think you are. You are just some pigeon in parrot feathers. You could dress an ape up in your clothes and he'd be equal to you!" she spat. With this statement, Draco's irises got so pale with anger that they almost became white. This frightened Hermione a little bit, but she kept her head high, and continued with her stream of insults. "You are a selfish pig, and I don't know how I ever liked you!"
That last comment took them both by surprise. Hermione gasped. She had never told anyone about liking Draco. In fact, she hadn't even admitted it to herself. But always, deep down, she knew it. She didn't know how she liked him, she truly meaned every insult she had flung his way. She had liked him from the day she had bumped into him on the train. Flashback Hermione was threading her way through the crowd of people. She was looking at the ground and shufflong, worried about things. Did she pack enough stuff? Would she make friends at this new school? What if she was the worst in the class? How would she find her dorm? How would she be sorted into the Houses? What if the teachers were mean and didn't like her? Hermione was so nervous that she almost turned back, and ran, crying, into her mother's warm arms. 'No,' Hermione thought. "I have to do this. I have to be strong." With this thought in mind, she lifted her chin; smashing her head into a cute blonde boy's chin. They both flinched, shouting 'Ouch!' Hermione stepped back, embarassed. To her surprise, he was smiling at her. She smiled slowly back.
"Hello! I am Draco Malfoy. Who are you?" he asked cheerfully.
"I'm Hermione Granger. This is all so nervous. I didn't know I was a witch until I got the letter. My parents are normal, if you know what I mean," she said, giggling nervously. At this, a suprising transformation came over Draco's face.
"In that case," he hissed, "you'd better stay out of my way!" He pushed past her and walked onto the train. Right then, Hermione should have realized what a jerk he was. But at that moment, she was too star-struck by her first crush to realize how poisenous Malfoy had become at her words. From then on, she had liked him, no matter what evil he did to her. After all, first impressions stick for a while. End of Flashback
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