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A/N: ok so here's 3d chapter, mwahahahahaha. Would you like fries with that?
Chapter 3 Hugs and tears
Solemn days passed without consequence. Draco and Hermione's friendship blossomed like a delayed flower finally in bloom. (A/N: I know cheesy shut up!)
Draco couldn't understand what was happening to him, he had feelings towards a m..mudblood, the sound of those words made him queasy. He kept these feelings to himself because of the disgrace he would lay on his family's head, not to mention Gryffindor and Slytherin's reactions. Hermione secretly felt the same. Outside of the common room they referred to each other as "Granger and Malloy" but inside the common room, they were "Hermione and Draco, or Dear or cupcake or... well you get the picture."
One foggy night, Professor McGonagall walked into the common room, a tired sullen look was worn on her face.
"Hermione, please come with me." She said.
A deathly silence erupted within the room. They all knew what was wrong. Hermione looked back at Draco, a tear dripping down her face. Without a word, they departed from the common room, leaving the gray eyed Slytherin alone.
"Hermione?" Dumbledore asked apprehensively.
"Yes?"
"I am sorry, but your father has just been sent to Azkaban," He said quite simply
"NO!"
That was all she remembered.
"Mr. Malfoy, this is the Hospital Wing you do not have permission to be in here!"
"I don't care, I want to be here when she wakes up, I want to see her!"
"But Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley are already here for her, that's quite enough! Now please, people are trying to rest."
"Argggggg!"
Hermione slowly opened her eyes, Harry and Ron were standing over her.
"Where am I?"
"The Hospital Wing." Ron mumbled
"You fainted, so Dumbledore brought you here." Harry said.
She felt a throbbing feeling on the side of her head and rubbed it, wincing.
"That's the spot where you hit your head."
"Well, I'm perfectly fine now, so if you'll excuse me, a lot to catch up on, um bye!" she ran out of the wing.
She ran.
She ran.
She ran.
When finally she found herself in the common room.
"Draco!"
Silence.
"Draco!" she yelled louder
"Hermione!" came his muffled voice from inside his room. He ran out and hugged her fiercely.
"Are you alright?"
But Hermione couldn't speak, she was already weeping into his chest. They sat down on the couch, Hermione looked up at him, her face red, her eyelashes soaking.
"What's it like Draco? To have your father in prison."
Draco had nothing to say to this just "Everything will be alright." she hugged him again.
They lay in silence for a while, Draco stroking her hair, the sound of her sobbing. He could feel her breath on his chest.
"Hermione?"
"hmm?"
"I really like you."
"I know, I really like you too."