A/N: Oh my god I'm so sorry it took me so long to update I had a lot of stuff to do. I think chapter is going to focus more on Hermione then with Draco. Enjoy and please review:)
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can't finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
If you're alone it must be you that wants to be apart
Alameda- Elliot Smith
Hermione wiped her hands on a maroon washcloth and retreated inside to her bedroom. Three days had passed by since she has lost spoken to Draco. Well argued is more like it. She had kept herself busy by doing extra credit work and reading over various subjects. She wasn't in the mood to deal with devil himself. Hermione dipped her quill into the thick black liquid and began to write away. She needed all the distraction she could get. As the black dried on the parchment, Hermione stretched her arms and settled back into her chair. She had been at it all day, and to think that today was a Saturday.
Harry and Ginny had gone into Hogsmede for a dinner at the Three Broomsticks, and Ron had gone with them but had gone with Lavender Brown to shop for new robes. She ordered Ron to purchase new ones since his old ones were frayed everywhere. Hermione had to admit, she was more of a loner lately. After her big fiasco with Draco, she had not been in the mood to pursue any activities with her friends, using her schoolwork as an excuse. She was also mad at herself for even such thinking such thoughts of Draco Malfoy.
As cliché as it sounded, she felt something warm whenever she was around him. Draco had always been popular among the girls of Hogwarts, of all the houses. It seemed that his biggest fan club was among the girls for Gryffindor. She would always here Lavender Brown with her trio of giggling girls ogling the blonde teenager at every chance they could expense.
Hermione had noticed as their seventh year progressed, Draco became even more of a loner and separated himself from all his friends. She would sometimes go to the Astronomy tower and peer below by the lake, to find a lone Draco sitting against a tree, shaded by the moonlight writing in a small black notebook, presumed to be a journal. Hermione wanted to think that there was something deep inside him, something only she could unbury.
She knew there was more to him under that cold exterior he always seemed to posses. There was something inside of him that he isolated. Hermione wrapped herself around her thick blanket and curled up into the chair. Her mother had always nagged her about getting to know more boys, to find a suitable boyfriend. Part of her knew that her mother and father would be pleased if they ever met Draco, if they had only been pureblooded wizards. She was crazy to even think that she was enamored by him and even intrigued by his blunt personality.
There was something that drew her to him and it was something that she craved. But the truth was that Hermione was even to scared to think of something that could form into a fatal relationship. All her life, she had seen her future before her eyes. Before she received her letter from Hogwarts, she intended to follow in the footsteps of her parents and open a dental practice in London.
But all that had changed when she received her letter. Her parents seemed confused by the prospect of their only daughter becoming a witch, but they were also proud of her. Now, she had switched gears in her future. She wasn't exactly sure what was going to become of her , but she hoped for the best. Hermione yearned to have a normal life just like any other teenage Muggle, to laugh and experience the newest trends in the London scene, to sing along to poppy songs, and to watch the movies. Every year when Hermione returned home for the summer vacation, she had been lonelier then ever. It seemed as if all her Muggle friends thought she was strange for refusing to name her boarding school, and had gone on with life.
She didn't have any brothers or sisters, and the long summers stretched into an eternity of boredom for the young girl. She'd gaze out the window longing for a glance of a flying owl. Sure, she also went to Ron's for the last two weeks, but the loneliness was still intact. She'd gossip about the wizadring world with Ginny, and the two girls would get along fine, but then again Ginny was two years younger then her.
Hermione loved her best friends, but at times she couldn't find a person that was compatible with her, and shared her interests. It pained her deeply, but she faked her happiness. The true happiness she received was when she received her letter stating that she would become Head Girl. After years of hard work, she had finally accomplished her goal of being something other than the "Smart One". But still, after all these years, the loneliness had spread and left her back where she had started.