It was Sunday. Two weeks and one day after he had left her.
Hermione exited out of the restroom. It was one place where she could cry and no one would see her.
Because most everyone was at Hogsmeade, the castle seemed empty. Every once in a while a few students would pass her in the hall. She was making her way upstairs back into the Gryffindor Common Room, seemingly rubbing her eyes. While doing so, she didn't look where she was going and accidentally walked into another person. De ja vou is what one could call it. Hermione had bumped into Draco.
She stepped back. There was silence. She didn't know what to do. Her voice seemed to vanish. And here she was again. Standing right in front of him. Hermione searched his eyes. But he didn't seem to want to take any notice of her. Moving to the side, Draco passed her as if nothing even happened. Walking his stuck up strut, he ignored her. Hermione watched Draco until he turned a corner.
Notice me. Hold me in your arms like you used to... she thought. But he never even looked over his shoulder.
Closing the door to her bedroom, Hermione went to her bed. She closed the curtains around it, placed a silencing charm, and cried.
Hermione missed him so much. Draco didn't even make eye contact with her. It was as if she never existed in his life. She was nobody to him. Nothing at all. There was nothing she could do about it. Draco was getting along fine with Pansy now. He didn't need her anymore.
She sobbed more. This was a cruel world that gave and took away so easily. Happiness only lasted so long. Love always turned to pain.