Betrayal 5
Her dorm was empty the first thing that she noticed was that her curtains round the bed were open and the note had gone. There was going to be school wide turmoil, but she probably wasn't worth that. Hermiony just gathered up a few of her belongings and headed to the secret entrance to Draco's dorm. He had his own and a lock on the door, there was no need to share as he had prefect privileges.
She would go, and wait. Draco was probably out hunting and he would be back as soon as he found a human to dwell on.
The thought of it make her sick. Preying on innocent student's, how unfair is that. Normally he preyed on the weaker student's like year 7's and it was no different today. After he had finished off a particularly tasty Hufflepuff student draining him almost completely of his blood he returned to his dorm however not using a conventional method he used the window.
He was surprised to see her, sitting on his bed a small bag next to her.
"What a surprise." Hermione turned not expecting to see Draco, His footsteps were soft across the floor and she had not herd him come in. having sat next to her he looked, almost gazed into her eyes taking in the soft hazel colour that they were. Why did she not feel the way he did, they had enjoyed it so much, it was her choice she had decided He delved back into his mind but could not remember the actual event's. This was strange, he normally didn't forget anything.
"can I stay with you Draco. For now anyway, I couldn't bear to go back I don't want to be around people and we need to talk." She looked sincere. Emoticons were running through her and they could be seen as well as sensed by Draco, looking into her eyes he saw dark emoticons and sadness.
"You can stay, but there is no place for you to sleep here. Unless you count the floor and my bed." He knew he had said the wrong thing, Hermione collapsed into tears leaning into Draco's jacket. Somehow he couldn't figure out what to to, those reflexes and senses ceased to react to the girl and he gave in to his emoticons. They lay holding each other crying, both him and her, tears streaming down their faces. They must have cried until daybreak when the pale figure sat up. A sleeping girl on his bed and yet he did not feel he needed to do anything. Instead he just covered Hermione's frail form with the bedcover and left the room for breakfast.