By the time she got to her common room, she was in tears.
"Hermione, what happened?" asked Draco.
"They don't want to be friends anymore," cried Hermione.
"It's ok. Everything will be ok," said Draco.
"We've been in fights before, but they had fire in their eyes," cried Hermione. "They were furious because I didn't push away."
"It's ok," said Draco, hugging her.
"I like you. I liked you since the first time I met you, but I couldn't like you. I couldn't bring myself to like you. So, I thought I threw that feeling away, but I didn't. I realized that after you kissed me," cried Hermione.
"When did you try to throw it away?" asked Draco.
"In our 2nd year," Hermione said wiping her tears.
"Oh, that's when I called you a mudblood. Look, I'm sorry about that, my father was ere and that's what he taught me when I was young. I didn't like it, but if he knew that," Draco shuddered.
"Then why are you being nice now?" asked Hermione.
"Well, as you know, he escaped from Azkaban last summer," said Draco.
"Yeah, I read about that," said Hermione.
"Well, when he got home, he killed my mum in front of me," tears started to stream from his face. "I know don't why he kill her. I just heard them fighting, and I came down to tell them to stop, but he killed her, right in front of me. He didn't know that there were Aurors outside, protrolling the neighborhood. They had heard her screams and poisoned him before he could kill be or apparate," said Draco. Hermione hugged him tightly.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," said Hermione. "It's ok, just let it out. It?s ok to cry. I won't tell anyone, I promise."
"Thanks," said Draco.
"What would your father do if he knew you were being nice to a muggle-born?" asked Hermione.
"Well, when I got in trouble when I was younger, he'd use the Crucio on me. That's probably what he'd do," said Draco.
"Oh my God. That's horrible," said Hermione.
"Come on, it's two in the morning, we need to go to bed," said Hermione. She kissed Draco goodnight and went to her room.