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She knew she could not function if she did not have food.
Hermione made her way to the great hall, because it was almost time for breakfast now. She averted her eyes from the Slytherin table, and she sat on the side of her table not facing it. She couldn't bear to see Draco. As more and more students filled in, Hermione just stared down at her plate.
"Hermione! Why so sad?" she heard a happy voice say. Ginny. Hermione looked up at her, just in time to see Draco out of the corner of her eyes. She cursed herself for letting herself look up. Ginny sat down, and put her arm around Hermione.
"Seriously…what's the problem?" Ginny asked, but as soon as she saw the food she started eating. Hermione sighed, feeling like she was going to cry again.
"I don't want to talk about it right now," Hermione mumbled, hoping Ginny would get the point. Ginny nodded.
"Ya, so how's Malfoy doing?" Ginny asked, stuffing food into her mouth. Hermione felt the tears well up in her eyes.
"Excuse me," she said angrily and softly. Hermione got up, and she ran out of the great hall. Some people noticed, but Ginny just sat there.
"What'd I say?"
Hermione ran to the potions classroom, hoping Snape wouldn't find her there. She sat next to one of the desks on the floor and let it all go. She tried to be quiet, but she didn't care who heard her or if she got kicked out of Hogwarts at this point. The boy she loved, the one she finally got a chance with, the boy of her dreams, didn't want her. This only made her cry harder. Her whole body shook. She heard footsteps, and she covered her face. She expected Snape to give her detention.
"I saw you leave."
Hermione didn't stop crying. She didn't say anything, either. Neither did he.
He sat down next to her, not caring if his black robes got a little dirty. He brushed the hair out of his face. Hermione felt a string arm go around her back, and she jumped up.
"Get away from me!" she yelled, and tears streamed down her pretty face. He slowly rose.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, and Hermione had a look of disgust on her face.
"Why should I accept your apology? Because you broke my heart? Uh…NO!"
Draco just stood there, silently. She was right.
"Hermione…you aren't the only one," he quietly spoke, and Hermione laughed sarcastically.
"Yeah? Is that so?"
"Yeah, actually…I know you don't believe me. This hurts me far worse than you, Hermione!" Draco cried out. Hermione crossed her arms.
"Then why did you do it? Hmm?"
"I knew I had to, for you."
"For ME? Ya, if you had a BRAIN in that ugly head then you would know, the best thing for me would have been YOU!"
For a moment they just stood there in silence. Draco knew all of that, and he desperately wanted to tell her so. Hermione pivoted on her heels and walked out, speeding past Draco. All he could do was watch her.
He knew it was too late now. He stayed in his room most of the time, not talking to anyone. But that was not unlike the way he was before. But this time, he didn't talk to anyone, nor did he come to meals. He always skipped Potions class, making it up with Professor Snape after hours, which Snape didn't mind because Draco helped him clean up. He wasn't a stupid man, and he noticed how even more unusually glum Malfoy had been recently. He thought of questioning the boy, but then he decided against it. The students matters were private, after all.
One night, as Draco swept the Potions classroom floor, Snape was sitting in silence reviewing grades. All of a sudden, his thoughts came to Hermione. Not like he had stopped thinking about her any time, but he felt odd. He felt as if there was something wrong, something terribly wrong. He stopped sweeping, and Snape looked up at the panic-faced boy. He scowled.
"And why did you stop?" the silky voice muttered. Draco looked frighteningly pale, even more so then ever.
"I don't know Professor. I just have this…feeling that something is wrong," Draco said, knowing he wasn't making any sense.
"I've seen this happen with other students…just go," Snape sighed, and flicked his wrist toward the door. Draco ran as fast as he could up to the Gryffindor tower, his heart racing. And what would he do if it was just a feeling after all? Well, it was pretty much enough of a feeling to take a chance on it. Something was happening to Hermione, and he didn't want anything to happen to her.
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She knew she could not function if she did not have food.
Hermione made her way to the great hall, because it was almost time for breakfast now. She averted her eyes from the Slytherin table, and she sat on the side of her table not facing it. She couldn't bear to see Draco. As more and more students filled in, Hermione just stared down at her plate.
"Hermione! Why so sad?" she heard a happy voice say. Ginny. Hermione looked up at her, just in time to see Draco out of the corner of her eyes. She cursed herself for letting herself look up. Ginny sat down, and put her arm around Hermione.
"Seriously…what's the problem?" Ginny asked, but as soon as she saw the food she started eating. Hermione sighed, feeling like she was going to cry again.
"I don't want to talk about it right now," Hermione mumbled, hoping Ginny would get the point. Ginny nodded.
"Ya, so how's Malfoy doing?" Ginny asked, stuffing food into her mouth. Hermione felt the tears well up in her eyes.
"Excuse me," she said angrily and softly. Hermione got up, and she ran out of the great hall. Some people noticed, but Ginny just sat there.
"What'd I say?"
Hermione ran to the potions classroom, hoping Snape wouldn't find her there. She sat next to one of the desks on the floor and let it all go. She tried to be quiet, but she didn't care who heard her or if she got kicked out of Hogwarts at this point. The boy she loved, the one she finally got a chance with, the boy of her dreams, didn't want her. This only made her cry harder. Her whole body shook. She heard footsteps, and she covered her face. She expected Snape to give her detention.
"I saw you leave."
Hermione didn't stop crying. She didn't say anything, either. Neither did he.
He sat down next to her, not caring if his black robes got a little dirty. He brushed the hair out of his face. Hermione felt a string arm go around her back, and she jumped up.
"Get away from me!" she yelled, and tears streamed down her pretty face. He slowly rose.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, and Hermione had a look of disgust on her face.
"Why should I accept your apology? Because you broke my heart? Uh…NO!"
Draco just stood there, silently. She was right.
"Hermione…you aren't the only one," he quietly spoke, and Hermione laughed sarcastically.
"Yeah? Is that so?"
"Yeah, actually…I know you don't believe me. This hurts me far worse than you, Hermione!" Draco cried out. Hermione crossed her arms.
"Then why did you do it? Hmm?"
"I knew I had to, for you."
"For ME? Ya, if you had a BRAIN in that ugly head then you would know, the best thing for me would have been YOU!"
For a moment they just stood there in silence. Draco knew all of that, and he desperately wanted to tell her so. Hermione pivoted on her heels and walked out, speeding past Draco. All he could do was watch her.
He knew it was too late now. He stayed in his room most of the time, not talking to anyone. But that was not unlike the way he was before. But this time, he didn't talk to anyone, nor did he come to meals. He always skipped Potions class, making it up with Professor Snape after hours, which Snape didn't mind because Draco helped him clean up. He wasn't a stupid man, and he noticed how even more unusually glum Malfoy had been recently. He thought of questioning the boy, but then he decided against it. The students matters were private, after all.
One night, as Draco swept the Potions classroom floor, Snape was sitting in silence reviewing grades. All of a sudden, his thoughts came to Hermione. Not like he had stopped thinking about her any time, but he felt odd. He felt as if there was something wrong, something terribly wrong. He stopped sweeping, and Snape looked up at the panic-faced boy. He scowled.
"And why did you stop?" the silky voice muttered. Draco looked frighteningly pale, even more so then ever.
"I don't know Professor. I just have this…feeling that something is wrong," Draco said, knowing he wasn't making any sense.
"I've seen this happen with other students…just go," Snape sighed, and flicked his wrist toward the door. Draco ran as fast as he could up to the Gryffindor tower, his heart racing. And what would he do if it was just a feeling after all? Well, it was pretty much enough of a feeling to take a chance on it. Something was happening to Hermione, and he didn't want anything to happen to her.
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