After what seemed like hours, she walked back to her room, leaving a trail of tears.
Hermione layed on on the bed, facing the ceiling. It was an enchanted ceiling, just like the one in the Great Hall. She could still see the rain falling, hear the thunder roaring.
She closed her eyes tightly. Hermione didn't want to cry anymore. She didn't want to feel anymore.
And slowly, her mind shifted thoughts and Draco was envisioned, smiling. A tear escaped, but was quickly swiped away. A sad smile appeared on Hermione's face. Of what she had, taken for granted. She reminiced on the last conversation they had.
I miss you, Hermione.
She shot up from bed. He wanted her back! But... Pansy. This doesn't make any sense. She sat for a few minutes, lost in thought.
Some day you'll understand.
So, this fling with Pansy... was it all for show?... He cares for me!
Relief engulfed her. He cares. And that one thought sent Hermione to sleep with a happy smile on her face.