A/N- So I think I've decided to do the dual POV thing(I really need a better name for that), but I think I'm going to do a few chapters first before I get to that(this is becoming far more complicated that it should be, sorry about that:(). Alright, now I've got THAT out of the way, I'm pretty happy with this chapter. There are a few rough patches, and also I realized that I never addressed where Moaning Myrtle was, and it's kinda too late to do that now in the fic, though I will if I find an opportunity to do so. Anyway, I feel like Hermione would've driven Moaning Myrtle crazy, and so she left, probably to go haunt the prefects' bathroom. Alright, now that I've addressed all of that, enjoy, and please review!
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Draco walked down the corridor toward the girls' bathroom, arms weighed down with food, wrapped in napkins, along with a glass of pumpkin juice. He glanced in either direction before opening the door. Granger was perched on the edge of one of the sinks, bawling. Draco approached her cautiously.
"Granger? I brought food," she looked up, drying her eyes on her sleeve, and frowned, looking him up and down, as if she were seeing him for the first time.
"Here," he handed her a still-warm roll, setting the glass of pumpkin juice down on the sink beside her, unsure of whether or not she would be able to keep ahold of it, not wanting the liquid to spill. She studied the roll much as she had him, unspeaking, before taking a tentative bite out of it, closing her eyes as a warm smile spread across her face. She took another bite, followed by another, and it wasn't long before she had devoured the entire thing. He quickly handed her another, then another, until his pockets were empty, and he picked up the glass of pumpkin juice, now more confident in her ability to keep a firm hold on it, which she downed in one gulp.
"Thank you," she said softly, staring off into space. He eyed her. He needed his wand back. He had Charms that afternoon. He studied her expression for a moment before deciding that asking for his wand back now would be futile, and might erase any progress he may have made with the Mudblood. So instead, he perched up on the sink beside her.
"So… Granger. A-are you okay?" he stammered, suddenly nervous, for no reason he could fathom. She displayed no sign of having heard him, so he plowed ahead, "i-is something wrong?"
She looked up at him, eyes wet, and opened her mouth as if to speak… and then turned away suddenly, a choked cry escaping her lips. And all of a sudden, she was sobbing horribly.
"G-granger?" Malfoy asked, eyes wide with horror, "what-?"
The sobbing grew heavier and heavier until it became almost desperate. Draco sat, rooted to the spot, gaping at the scene before him. After a moment, he came to his senses and inched a bit closer to her, tentatively touching her shoulder, pausing to gauge her reaction. She gave no physical indication that she'd even noticed the caress, but he could have sworn he heard her sobs grow quieter. Encouraged by this, he slowly and carefully extended his arm to wrap around her shoulders, before pausing once more. To his immense surprise, she leaned into the embrace, and he carefully released the tension in his arm, allowing its full weight to rest on her shoulders. Hermione's sobs quieted almost completely. Sniffling, tears still streaming steadily down her face, she rested her head on Draco's shoulder. Immediately, he stiffened, limbs seizing up, before relaxing a moment later with a resigned sigh when he saw the tears begin to slow, before stopping altogether. Her breaths began to lengthen, evening out as they did so. Draco, relieved as he was by the lapse of the sobbing, took a moment to notice this. Holy shit! He thought wildly. She's asleep! What am I going to do now? He contorted ever-so-slightly to get a glimpse of his watch, eyes widening. He was twenty minutes late for Charms. He must have been in the bathroom longer than he'd thought. He sighed. Well, Charms was his last class for the day, and there was no point showing up this late. Besides, if he woke Granger, the crying might start again, and he was nowhere near ready for more of that. With a sigh, he gave in to the inevitable, and began pondering ways to get his wand back from Granger.
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A/N- I'm really happy with this chapter, and the next one should be posted within a day or two. Please review, and tell me what you thought!
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