A/N- I'm not really sure about this chapter. I've decided that I want to do at least some chapters from Hermione's perspective, but I think I want to mostly focus on Draco now that we've reached this point. Although, I am tossing around the idea of doing the chapter from Draco's POV, and then recounting the same events from Hermione's POV. If I did that, I would include any major details in both, so that you could read only one, if you so wished(I know my writing sucks). Anyway, enjoy, review, and please let me know what you think about the dual POV(I guess that's what we're calling it now) idea.
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Hermione paced back and forth in the girls' bathroom, trying to make sense of what had just transpired. Draco Malfoy had been… nice to her? She shook her head. Who was she kidding? She'd probably just imagined the whole encounter. She was hungry and sleep deprived, and the only water she'd had to drink had come from the filthy sink tap. If that conversation had been real, Malfoy had better bring back some pumpkin juice. Pumpkin juice. The mere thought of food had her salivating heavily. She clasped her head in her hands, trying desperately to force some sense into it. Malfoy had been a delusion. The whole conversation had been a mere figment of her imagination. What she couldn't wrap her head around was why the hell her imagination had conjured Draco Malfoy, of all people. Not one of her friends or teachers, or even her cat. All of those she would've guessed before Draco Malfoy. And yet, here she was, anxiously awaiting his imaginary return. She couldn't make sense of any of it. She shook her head once more, blinking to clear away her thoughts, and instead chose to ponder the possibility of the delusion bringing back real food. She supposed she wouldn't be able to tell the difference either way. That thought was both comforting and alarming at the same time. She sighed, perching on the edge of the sink, and gave in to the thoughts pressing at the edge of her consciousness, tears spilling over as she sobbed, letting thoughts of her failure slowly seep through the barriers she had so carefully constructed.
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A/N- I might just take this chapter down. I'm not sure yet. It doesn't really add anything to the plot, but I do think it's a decent chapter(short of course, but that's sort of the point). Anyway, please review, and I'll let you know probably next chapter if I'm going with the dual POV idea. Thank you!
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