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And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse

Fix You - Coldplay

Hermione pressed her fingertips against the stained gothic window. The view in the Gryffindor tower was perfect. She could see miles and miles of green pastures and deep into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. She could also see a lone Draco Malfoy sitting against a tree throwing pebbles across the frozen lake.

Part of her wanted to feel pity for him, but another part of her felt hatred and loathing. After all, he did call her a whore and a mudblood. But she was used to the whole name calling process, and the snickers in Potion class. She had always thought that after six years of spitting insults at each other, that Draco would get a fucking clue and start acting the least bit friendly towards her.

Hermione thought wrong. Draco became detached the beginning of the year and now walked the cold grounds of Hogwarts alone. He had even quit the Quidditch team. He had lost interest in girlfriend (the revolting) Pansy Parkinson. Of course, he was still handsome. She would hear girls from all the four houses whispering to each other that Draco was a bit of a catch. Hermione didn't blame them. Over the years, he had grown taller, in a lanky sort of way, and his soft blonde hair was a bit longer, but not as long as his fathers, and he still had those gray colored eyes.

Even from afar, Hermione would admire when he wore a simple green sweater and old fitted pants with simple green hightops. She always thought that the heir of the Malfoy fortune would spend thousands of galleons on robes and simple clothing. But in a way, his style was casual relating to the muggle way.

Hermione pushed a lock of brown hair behind her ear and hugged herself as she shivered. It was going to be her first Christmas without her family. She was going to miss putting up the tree and opening her presents on Christmas morning. The last thing she had wanted to do was experience a Wesley Christmas or spend it with her boring Aunt Mildred in Wales. The grand castle only had a few students staying in for the holiday. A few first years and second years were out and about in Hogsmeade, a special trip thanks to Professor McGonagall . Harry and Ron had promised her Christmas gifts by owl by next week, but Hermione could care less.

She was depressed and sad. She knew she had aced all of her finals, thanks to the millions of hours she spent at the library pouring over book and reviewing her notes. Hermione couldn't understand. She had been named Head Girl earlier that year, had been awarded her own dormitory, and was in good health and loved her friends, and was at the top of her class. Her parents showered her with affection and even had an adorable cat.

All year long, Ginny had told her countless time that Ron had a crush on her for years. Hermione wasn't stupid, she had suspected this back in her third year. As sorry as she felt, Hermione knew she could never return those kind of feelings to her best friend. She saw both Harry and Ron as brothers, and nothing else. Ron had finally given up and started dating and fucking every girl in the Gryffindor house. His next conquest was probably to move onto Hufflepuff. Hermione was disgusted when she found out and distanced herself from Ron for a while. Ron was still clueless to the whole thing. Instead, Hermione admired Harry.

Countless of girls in Hogwarts longed for the boy who lived. But only one redhead had his heart, Ginny Weasley. Hermione shook her head and laughed. She was a joke. She had really never had a steady boyfriend.

Hermione had severed her ties when Viktor Krum after they stopped writing letters back and forth. She had been so long with out any kind of relationship that Pansy Parkinson had called her a lesbian. Draco had actually reacted and told Pansy to "Shut the Merlin up." Pansy had quieted down but gave Hermione a smug look.

Hermione gathered her book and her sweater and made her way down the three staircases to the Great Hall for dinner. She had never felt so alone. The grand room was empty, except for some bowls of food filled with fish and chips. Hermione sighed as she squirted her ketchup bottle and dipped a fry. It was going to be the beginning of a lonely two weeks.

Draco nibbled on a piece of fried fish. He really wasn't hungry, but had wanted to feel the warmth of the Great Hall. The only people seated at the Slytherin table were a small first year that was even to scared to look at Draco in the eye. Draco smiled at the small boy, and the small boy gave him a small smile but kept looking down at his plate.

Draco's silver eyes scanned the massive room, to instantly spotted Granger sitting by herself at the Gryffindor table.

Bloody hell, he thought, Why not and just sit by the damn mudblood, it beats sitting here with I'm going to wet my pants if you even smile at me boy.

Draco stood up and made his way up to Hermione. He took a seat in front of her and placed his patented smirk. Hermione looked up at him and glared.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Draco continued staring at her. He had never noticed that she had beautiful clear brown eyes, and long thick lashes. He shook himself from that thought and grinned.

"Nothing Granger, just examining to see if you have any blemishes today."

Hermione glared, " Fuck off for once Malfoy, you're not winning anything with insulting me."

She stood up and stalked off to the outside of the room and plopped down on a sofa near a staircase. She was tired and sleepy, and the last thing she needed was the constant teasing. She was scared and alone.

Hermione curled up on the couch and silently began to cry. It was nearly stressful. Fulfilling her position has Head Girl has taken a strain on her. And the fact that Draco was Head Boy did not help. All the time, she was stuck with all the work, organizing the school stuff without and input from Draco whatsoever. The one thing she was thankful for was that the only thing she shared with him was the dormitory bathroom. Other than that, she distanced herself from the Slytherin.

Hermione wiped her tears and looked up. She was startled when something brushed againt her book. Draco was sitting next to her. It was hard to read his expression. He didn't seem angry or amused.

"What has your knickers on a twist Granger? Has Weasel shagged another fellow classmate?"

Hermione looked up at him, her face was blotchy and her eyes were wet from crying.

Draco stared at her. Even though she was crying, she still looked beautiful. Her curls were piled on top of her head, and those brown eyes, oh those eyes were the key that sent him over the edge.

"I'm sorry." He managed to croak out.

Hermione kept staring at him.

Without hesitation and without any warning, she buried herself into Draco's shoulder and clutched at his sweater.

Draco's eyes widened as he slowly wrapped his arms around her thin fragile body.

"I'm sorry." He repeated.