A few days later, Hermione had spent most her spare time sitting in her room, thinking, and re-reading Draco's emails.
One night, after a whole day of thinking about what Draco said, and convincing herself it was a good idea, she plucked up the courage to tell Draco, she agreed and wanted to be with him…
She looked at her clothes and cringed, she didn't want to go apologise and perhaps get with Draco dressed in pyjama bottoms and a red hooded jumper.
She quickly changed in some navy blue jeans and a baby blue t-shirt. She opened her bedroom door and began to walk down the small hall, slowly. Each step she took, her heartbeat quickened, her hand touched the round golden doorknob, she twisted it and the door opened.
As she stepped out into the common room, she saw the portrait door close as two figures stepped inside, it was Draco, with a girl, her hair jet black, her eyes sparkling blue and her pale skin looking quite soft.
She wore a green vest and black combats, her hand in Draco's, her cheeks pulling at her lips to smile, and her voice giggling as she stayed close behind him.
Hermione watched as she froze, Draco saw her as he walked by, leading the girl to his room, he opened the hall door, he tugged at her hand, signalling for her to go on through, "That door there" he nodded, she smiled and then vanished into the hall.
He turned to look at Hermione, her face trying to be strong for herself, she didn't want Draco to see her upset and angry. "Are you going out?" he asked her, Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it, "Good, it'll be safe to come back in a few hours… mudblood" he glared.
Hermione looked away quickly and stormed over to the portrait door and burst through it, her feet stomping through the halls, her lips pressed together in anger, her eyebrows arched and the anger in her eyes.
She burst through the library doors, Madame Pince gave her a very annoyed stare, but Hermione just didn't care any less, Hermione randomly grabbed a book as she passed the bookcases. She stormed over to a chair and table in the corner and angrily opened the book.
'The stupid, bloody ferret! Why bother telling a girl he wants to be with her, and then having sex with a complete stranger! She must have been in her fifth year for goodness sake! How low could he possibly get? How dare he try to even smitten me the other day! Does he expect the same as Ron? Who cares, they all make me bloody sick!' – Hermione.
Hermione tried reading but she couldn't, she was far to angry, and upset, she knew at this very minute, Draco was getting what he wanted, from a random girl he must have met in the corridors!
A familiar face then spotted her, it was Ron. "Hermione" he nodded, she stared at him and looked disgusted, "Don't speak to me, you foul pig!" she moaned then closing the book harshly.
Ron was surprised; he had never seen Hermione so angry before, "Hermione are you okay?" he asked, she rolled her eyes to herself, "Why would you care Ronald?" she asked nastily, he sat down in front of her and sighed.
"Of course I care Mione" he lightly smiled, she arched her eyebrows, "Whatever!" she snapped, "What's your problem?" he asked her, "You, Malfoy… everyone!" she yelled.
Madame Pince then appeared, "Ssshh!" she bickered with her finger over her lips, and then stormed off picking the books up students left around.
"What have I done?" Ron asked quietly, "Hasn't Harry told you?" Hermione asked with a witty look on her face, "Told me what?" he asked, she grinned to herself and explained.
"I broke up with you, but I was about to come an apologise and suggest we remain friends, but I find out, that you, the heartless pig, had gone off with Luna Lovegood for a memorable moment I refused to give you!" she said angrily, yet with the witty look.
Ron stared at her surprised, Harry had forgot to mention that Hermione knew, he swallowed hard and looked away from Hermione, she smiled sarcastically, "You're all the same, every male is the same!" she stereotyped.
"Hang on wait a minute, I'm just one guy!" he argued back, "You can't judge everyone because I made a mistake" he told her, "A mistake? Oh well Ronald, it makes it all better doesn't it? And what would you know? How do you know you're the only one I'm talking about?" she growled.
"Who then? Who else are you bloody talking about?" he asked, she silenced herself and crossed her arms, "It's none of your business" she told him as she calmed down, "You mentioned Malfoy, what has he done to you this time?" Ron asked.
"That's none of your business Ron!" she almost shouted, she grabbed the book and threw it past his head, Ron's eyes widened, "You're bloody mental Mione!" he gulped, she hung her head and tried not to cry.
"Mione" he said as his hand went to touch hers, she pulled away and jogged out of the library as the tears began to release themselves.
She returned to the dorm after two hours, she didn't bother seeing Draco or if the girl had left, she left straight for her room and sobbed into the red pillows.
Luckily for her, the next day was a Saturday, she changed into her pyjamas and laid in her bed, the lights were off, and the tears began to fall again.
She woke at 9:33am Saturday morning, the room was still quite dark, her long dark red drapes blocked out the sunlight, which pleased her very much, she was no way in the mood for blue skies and sunshine, she wanted to stay in her dark room, crying.
'Hermione get a grip of yourself!' – Hermione.
She knew crying over Draco was pathetic, but she had really fallen for him, and she was about to go confess her secret feelings.