"Professor, I have a note from the Headmaster." Draco said when he walked in, five minutes late to his Transfiguration class.
"Hand it here, Mister Malfoy. Where is Miss Granger?" McGonagall took the note and gave him a look of distrust.
"Oh, she's sick this morning. The Headmaster asked me to take her assignment to her." Draco said with an ounce of arrogance.
"Fine. Take your seat, Mister Malfoy." She pointed to where Crabbe and Goyle were seated at the back of class. He walked back there, sat down, and was barraged by questions. Mostly in the form of the idiots trying to talk about his marriage to Hermione, but having their tongues tied.
"Would you idiots shut it? I've told you not to talk about her. And Goyle, I heard you say mudblood. You'll pay for that later." Draco gave him a menacing look and the two goons sank back in fear.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were in their usual second row seats, muttering and writing notes.
"She's never gone. What's up with her? I mean, this stupid you-know-what, it's gotten her all weird!" Ron whispered to Harry as McGonagall showed the class how to transform an owl into a broomstick.
"But, didn't they get you-know-what today? She's probably making herself sick over it, up their crying about what's going to happen tonight." Harry answered quietly.
"Let's go see her in the break." Ron said with a grin.
"Yeah, cheer her up, maybe if Malfoy's there we can beat him up! That'd make her feel better." Harry said with a matching grin. Do boys always grin when making bad plans?
"Hermione, it's Harry and Ron! Let us in! We've come to visit!" Harry yelled to the portrait.
Inside, Hermione sat on the couch groaning. She didn't want to see the boys. Not yet, not until she was okay with everything.
"What are you two doing at my dormitory?" Draco came up behind them.
"Trying to see Hermione." Ron said in a fed up tone of voice.
"Well, obviously, f he hasn't let you in she doesn't want to see you. Move, Scarhead." Draco pushed passed Harry and muttered the password so they couldn't hear it. The portrait swung forward. "Don't let these two in, even if they know the password." The lady in the portrait nodded and swung closed behind him. Harry and Ron were miffed but knew he was probably right, so they left, making fists and swearing to get Draco back if he hurt Hermione.
"What, no fan club meeting today?" Malfoy said with a smirk, but the he realized he told Hermione he'd be nice to her. Stupid compassion.
"Sorry. Are you feeling better?" He walked over to the couch where she sat, staring blankly out the window into the clear blue sky.
"You can answer me, you know. You don't look like you've been crying. Are you alive? Look at me!" Draco yelled, and she looked at him with glazed eyes.
"I'm scared." Was the only thing she said.
"Why? I told you I won't hurt you. Well, once, but I'll make it stop hurting. I promise." A promise? God, Hermione was making him into some sentimental weirdo.
"I don't want to be with you. Let's annul the marriage. Let's divorce. Please, make it go away." She sounded… weak, like she didn't have the strength to deal with life.
"I can't. We can't. We have to be together forever now." Draco looked at her as she turned back out to the window.
"You can't ignore me forever. Tonight can be the only night forever, if you like, but it has to be tonight. We could do it now, if you prefer." He said with a smirk. There was the old Draco!
"Just make it quick." She muttered. She agreed? She wanted to do it now? Draco smirked. He knew she wasn't boring.
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