A/N: hello people here is another chapter. I felt like updating again so here it is. As usual, you guys were awesome and left reviews, keep up the good work. I would like to warn y'all that in these next couple chapters, Hermione is gonna be Depressed (with a capital d as you can obviously see) but never fear. As you prolly know, this is a dm/hg fic so Hermione wont be too sad for too long but get ready anyway.

Disclaimer: I'm seriously comin up dry on the good disclaimer front, im kinda going through a disclaimer drought but when wet season starts, I'll let you know. Just kidding I just wanted to be weird for a minute. I'm back now. Wow this is a long disclaimer, but it doesn't even really count as a disclaimer because I haven't said that I am not getting money for this fic or that I don't own harry potter. Well before this disclaimer becomes a novel, let me just say I am not getting any money for this fic and I don't own harry potter.

Hermione continued to stand right outside Harry's four-poster. She continued to listen to him…with her. Yes, Hermione had let the thought sink in now. Harry was cheating on her. To the old logical Hermione, it all would've made perfect sense. She wouldn't have been surprised; she would have remembered how Harry had been distant for the past couple weeks. But the new Hermione, the head-over-heels-in-love Hermione could barely see straight. Hearing Harry's ragged breathing, and the girl's, whoever she was, moans of pleasure was killing Hermione. Each time the girl whispered Harry's name, a knife would plunge itself into Hermione's heart, breaking it over and over again.

"Oh, Ginny…" Harry breathed

Hermione stopped breathing. She felt the knife hit again, but this time, it stabbed her right in the back. She couldn't believe it, she didn't want to believe it, but in reality, Hermione knew that her best friend was sleeping with her boyfriend.

The unmistakable noise coming from Harry's bed stopped and Hermione was still trying to hold back tears. 'How could he do this to me?' Hermione thought. 'After years of tutoring him, helping him with his work, watching Quidditch practices, making sure he didn't get expelled, helping him escape Voldemort, and he goes and fucking sleeps with my best friend?!' Hermione was doing all she could to not go and kill the Boy-Who-Lived. But the anger that had possessed her so suddenly was soon replaced by pain, hurt, and sorrow once again.

"Ginny, you are really special" Harry said breathlessly.

"You mean that, Harry?" Ginny asked.

"Yes. You are the most special girl I've ever met" Harry replied.

Hermione had already felt her heart break, but what Harry just said caused whatever was left of her heart crumble into a million pieces and disappear. His words "You are really special" ran through Hermione's head over and over. She remembered how he'd said those exact words to her, and how Harry had also said he meant it. And Hermione believed him.

"Ginny…" Hermione heard the love of her life whisper.

"Yes, Harry?"

"I love you, Ginny. And only you. I know it's soon but…"

"Oh, Harry! I love you too." Hermione heard more rustling on Harry's bed.

"I can't take this anymore; wanting to be with you, hold you, and kiss you, but I can't. I'm planning on breaking it off with Hermione soon."

"Don't bother" Hermione said, opening the curtains of Harry's four poster.

"Hermione!" Harry and Ginny screamed together, desperately trying to cover their less than modest attire.

"How long have you been here?" Harry asked guiltily.

"Long enough to know you weren't half the person I thought you were" Hermione said on the verge of tears.

"Oh, Hermione I wanted to…" Harry started.

"Don't say anything, Harry. Don't say anything to me ever again" Hermione whispered as she ran from the room.

"Shit!" was the last thing Hermione heard Harry yell before she ran out of the Gryffindor common room, and into the long corridors of Hogwarts. To students passing by, she was just a moving, glowing ball. She was running so fast and glowing so bright, no one could tell it was her.

He didn't love her. He loved Ginny. There were only three words that Hermione had been longing to hear form Harry, and he'd said them to her best friend. Hermione didn't stop running until she reached her bedroom, taking no notice of Malfoy, who was lying on their common room couch.

"Bloody hell! Hermione Granger, slow down!" Malfoy yelled up at Hermione, right before he heard her door slam. He remained sprawled on the couch for a few minutes until he realized that Hermione had been crying. He could still hear great sobs emanating from her room.

'Oh, shit. Right when I was starting to relax, I have to bloody go and get a conscience" Draco thought as he made his way up to the crying Gryffindor.

 "Hermione! Open up!" Draco yelled, while pounding on Hermione's door.  "Hermione, I'm coming in!" Draco slowly walked in and found Hermione shaking with every sob on her bed.

"Bloody hell, Granger, what happened to you?" Draco asked, trying to lighten the mood. Hermione just cried harder, so Draco guessed that the mood wouldn't lighten any time soon

"Hermione, what is it?" Draco asked softly, sitting on the edge of her bed.

After trying very hard to speak, Hermione sat up and looked at Draco. "He doesn't love me; he loves Ginny."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, slightly confused.

"What do you think I mean?!" Hermione shouted, her tears ready to give way again.

"Wait a minute, do you mean that Pothead and the girl-Weasel are together?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean!" Hermione yelled again, letting her tears fall freely again. "How could he do this to me? I loved him; I know we were only dating for a while but I thought we were happy. I loved him, Draco."

Draco felt really bad for Hermione. He had gotten to know her a little bit and she was a great person. She helped him to forget about his father and Voldemort and all the deatheater junk he had to deal with. And here she was, crying her eyes out, and he couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. That stupid scarhead doesn't even deserve you."

After Draco said this, Hermione flung herself at him and started to cry even harder into his chest. Draco awkwardly grabbed the Gryffindor's shoulder. He had never been this close to her before, and he felt kind of weird because he was not the type who usually comforted people.

"It's all my fault, Draco. I should have been a better girlfriend. I'm so plain, and boring, and ugly, and Ginny is beautiful. I should have known Harry could never love me over her."

Now Draco was mad. 'That stupid Pothead broke her heart, and she thinks it's her fault' Draco thought as he rubbed her back soothingly.

"Hermione, look at me" Draco said, slightly letting go of her so he could look at her properly. "This is not your fault. He never should have done this to you. You didn't do anything wrong; he was just being a selfish bastard who doesn't deserve you in the slightest. And you anything but plain, boring, and ugly. Don't ever think this is your fault." Draco didn't know where these words came from. He was starting to feel protective of Hermione and he didn't know why. He felt like he wanted to kill Harry for putting her through this. 'Why do I care so much? We said we'd be friends, but do I like her more than that? Do I want her to be my girlfriend?' Draco asked himself. 'Bloody hell, Malfoy, get a grip on yourself. She just got her heart broken and you're thinking about having her as your girlfriend.' Hermione's glowing had stopped, showing she had calmed down a bit, and it was safe for Draco to stop comforting her. Only he didn't. For reasons unknown to Draco, he liked being there, holding the sad Gryffindor.

Hermione's sobs died down and she eventually fell asleep. Draco didn't let go of her though, because he was too afraid he would wake her and she seemed much more peaceful when she was sleeping. Draco stopped thinking about having a relationship with Hermione because one) she just got her heart broken and she probably wouldn't trust guys for a long time; and two) it scared him to think about Hermione that way. After about an hour of holding Hermione, Draco fell asleep.

When Hermione woke the next morning, she definitely was not expecting to see Draco. She thought he would have left as soon as she fell asleep. Her eyes were not used to the light, so at first she couldn't tell it was him, and she was ready to scream, but she remembered the events of the previous night. Harry cheated on her…she ran…she cried…she glowed…Draco came…he comforted her…she fell asleep. It was all coming back, and Hermione was about ready to start crying again. She still felt hurt and betrayed, but Draco's words had been comforting. She slowly got up, reluctant to leave the warmth sleeping next to another person brought. She made sure not to wake him; she got all of her bath stuff, and headed for the bathroom. Hermione filled the bath with warm water, and the best smelling bubble bath the enchanted faucets had to offer; perfect for wallowing in her misery. Hermione had known the first time she saw this bathtub, she would be needing it. Since it was Saturday, she had the whole day to herself. She didn't have to see anybody, nor did she want to. She didn't know what she was going to tell Ron. He had probably already talked to Harry anyway, but she wasn't sure if Ron would be mad at Harry or not. She really didn't want to think about it anymore. Hermione was determined to try and not be depressed; she had always disliked the girls whose happiness depended on the boy they were dating. Now that she was one of them, she really hated it. Hermione was so lost in her own thoughts she hadn't heard Draco come into the room.

Draco had woken up in Hermione's bedroom about two minutes after she walked out. At first, he didn't know why he felt so cold, but then he realized that Hermione wasn't in the bed with him. He heard the bath running so he assumed that she was in there.

"Hey, Hermione." Hermione quickly opened her eyes, realizing she wasn't alone in the bathroom.

"Draco! Don't scare me like that!" she said, sinking further into the tub, making sure none of her body except her head was visible.

"Oh come off it, Hermione. I don't mind seeing your body. In case you forgot, I'm a teenage boy, it's okay with me."

"Oh, you sick prat."

"So, I'm guessing you're feeling better?"

"Not in the slightest, but I decided that I would at least try to pretend like I was better."

"Good plan."

"Draco, thanks for being there last night. It meant a lot."

"Don't mention it. Any place where I can say mean things about the stupid Boy-Who-Lived is the place for me." Hermione laughed lightly, thanking the gods for Draco and his ability to make her laugh. She was going to need a lot of that.

"Well, I'm getting out, so turn around" Hermione said after a few moments of comfortable silence.

"Remember what I said about being a teenage boy? I'm okay with seeing you naked."

"Yeah, well I'm not, and since it's my body, it's me we'll be listening to, okay?"

"You know, you're really good at pretending to be okay, are you sure it's not for real?" Draco asked, wishing she would be okay.

"Yes, I'm sure, but eventually, it won't hurt so much. But let's not talk about it anymore. I'm going to try and be as normal as possible, even if I am heart-broken on the inside."

"Fair enough."

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"Turn around."

"Dammit, I was hoping I could make you forget!"

"I suspected as much. Turn."

Hermione was a little nervous about going down to breakfast. She knew Harry and/or Ginny would try to talk to her, but she just wasn't ready to speak to either of them yet. The wound they inflicted upon her was still too fresh, and she didn't want to talk about it more than she had to. After she had dressed, she made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She paused right in front of the doors, took a deep breath and whispered "You can do this. You didn't do anything wrong. This was not your fault." After repeating her little words of confidence in her head, Hermione walked into the hall with her head held high. The first thing she saw was Ron walking up to her. She wasn't sure what he would do, so she just stopped walking and waited for him to come to her.

"Oh, 'Mione, I'm so sorry" he said as he swept her up in a hug. If there was someone you could always count on, it was Ron. Hermione hugged him back eagerly, almost ready to cry again because of his kindness.

"Oh, Ron, I thought you wouldn't want to talk to me" Hermione said, after he released her from their embrace.

"Why? I would never stop talking to you."

"Oh, really? What about when you thought Crookshanks killed Scabbers, hmm?" Hermione said, feeling like her old self for a minute.

"Well, I don't do that anymore. Now come on, eat breakfast with me" Ron said taking Hermione's hand and leading her down the table. He walked right past Harry and Ginny and sat with Hermione at the end of the table.

"Ron, I don't want to come between you and Harry, or Ginny" Hermione said, once they had sat down and helped themselves to some breakfast.

"Don't worry, 'Mione. Harry and Ginny dug their own graves by doing what they did to you. I mean my own sister had the nerve to do that to you; I just can't get over it. And Harry! I thought he would treat you better."

"Ron, please, I don't want you to hate him. You two have been best friends forever, you can't just throw that away!"

"Oh, and so he can treat you like trash and throw you away?! I don't think so. And if I knew he could do something like this, I never would have been friends with him to begin with. Hermione, I want you to know, I didn't know about them."

"Of course you didn't know, Ron! I never even came to that conclusion. I know you were just as in the dark about it as I was" Hermione said reassuringly.

"Great, here comes the bastard now."

"Ron!" Hermione had never heard Ron talk this way about Harry. She could hear the hate and anger dripping from Ron's voice.

"Hi, Hermione" Harry said, once he had sat down next to her.

"Hello, Harry" Hermione said calmly, trying not to let her emotions get the best of her, and butter her toast without her hand shaking.

"Hermione, I want to explain."

"Explain what, Harry? How you could break my heart, when all I did was love you?"

"You…loved me?" Harry asked, shocked at her admittance.

"Yes, Harry. But as you can see, it doesn't really matter anymore, does it? You have Ginny now, and as you said, you love her and only her. So go love her and get away from me." Hermione couldn't keep her anger or her pain at bay anymore. If Harry was going to keep up with this, she wasn't going to hesitate to tell him how she really felt.

"Hermione, can you please just let me explain?" Harry pleaded.

"What's there to explain, Harry? You love Ginny, not me. It's as simple as that" Hermione yelled, drawing the attention of the Gryffindor table.

"No, Hermione, it's not as simple as that. Just let me explain my reasons."

"Your reasons!" Hermione yelled, feeling all the anger, pain, and sadness rise up within her, but she willed herself to not glow again. "I don't need to hear your fucking reasons! You had me, but it wasn't enough…I wasn't enough. Ginny was and still is. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to have a peaceful day where I don't have to think about how the first person I have ever truly loved broke my heart in the worst possible way." Hermione swiftly walked out of the hall, not once looking back at the many eyes following her every move, the whispers heard throughout the hall, or the guilty red head walking after her.

"Hermione!" Ginny yelled as Hermione started walking faster and faster away. Hermione slowed down her pace, but she didn't stop or turn around. Ginny kept on running until she caught up to Hermione, who still hadn't stopped.

"Hermione, stop" Ginny said, grabbing Hermione's arm.

"What? What could you possibly want more from me than my boyfriend? You have him, okay? I have nothing else for you for you to rip away from me."

"Hermione, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have, it's just...I love him Hermione."

"So did I, Ginny. But you have him now, so you win. Ten points to Gryffindor" Hermione said trying to release herself from Ginny's grasp.

"Hermione, I'm sorry I hurt you. I never meant for any of this to happen. You know I've had the biggest crush on him forever."

"Oh, and so that makes everything alright?! If you really had the biggest crush on him, why did you wait until he was my boyfriend to do anything about it?"

"I didn't do it to purposely hurt you, Hermione."

"What did you think you were going to do to me by sleeping with Harry? Did you think I would be happy? Did you fucking think I would congratulate you on being the worst best friend anyone could have asked for?! You did do it to hurt me and I'm just completely disgusted right now thinking about it."

"Hermione, you know me better than that."

"Correction: I knew you better than that. I don't know you at all. The Ginny who was my fucking BEST friend never would have slept with my boyfriend. But you, I have no idea who you are anymore."

"Hermione, I never meant for any of this to happen."

"Well, it did and there's nothing you can do about it. What's done is done."

"Hermione, I don't know what you want from me! Do you want me to break up with him?"

"Ginny, all I want is for you and Harry to leave me alone. I thought you would be able to do at least that much after what you did to me."

"Hermione, I still want us to be friends."

"Well you should have thought about that before you fucked my boyfriend. You made a choice. You chose him over me and now you have to deal with it."

"Hermione, I never chose anybody."

"Okay, that's bullshit and you know it. When confronted with the choices of "Should I sleep with Harry? Or should I respect my best friend?" what did you do? You did make a choice so don't fucking tell me you didn't choose anybody. Ginny, let go of my arm. I'm tired of trying to make you and Harry understand how much I don't want to see either of you ever again. So if you don't mind, I'm going to enjoy the rest of my day. I've already had the worst day of my life happen; I was hoping today would be an improvement." Hermione released herself from Ginny's hand and walked back to her dorm. The second she reached her room, she collapsed into a fit of sobs.

A/N: well there you have it. I know it may not seem like Hermione would have said some of those things to ginny but this is my story and I wanted Hermione to be really mad so ginny the ho would feel bad hehe anyway please review and tell me what you think it means a lot I will try to update soon and I finally didn't do a cliffie I feel very proud right now well anyway do what you do and have fun doin it peace out