Mind Yourself

Hermione was fast becoming accustomed to waking up next to Draco Malfoy. He began spending nights at her flat in Diagon Alley, and Hermione was more content than she could ever remember being. She was also becoming accustomed to answering several notes a day. George would send her notes frequently, and so would Eliza. And since her matchmaking had worked like a charm sometimes a note from both George and Eliza. And then there were notes from Ginny, which were making Hermione increasingly angry. She never asked about Draco directly, and there were all kinds of passive aggressive comments in her notes. Hermione had stopped replying to her. She also had Gloria sending her owls once a week inquiring about runes, and lunches.

So it was on such a morning when Draco had stayed the night that Hermione awoke to a less familiar sound. It was a knocking; the same as an owl delivery, but this sound was louder and coming from the door to her apartment. She groaned and blinked her eyes open. Draco was still asleep; she had come to think he could sleep through just about anything. She sighed as she registered what the sound was and pushed off of the bed. She grabbed her housecoat, flinging it over her flimsy night gown, and shoved her feet into her slippers before padding out of the bedroom and closing the door to it. She made her way to the front door and marvelled at the knocker's persistence. She opened the door and her mouth dropped open. She quickly regained herself and smiled. "Harry, hi!" She looked at a clock in the living room to see it was seven in the morning. "A little early for a visit isn't it?" She asked. Harry had an apprehensive look on his face. Hermione stood back to let her friend in. He crossed into her flat and looked about briefly before settling his gaze back on Hermione.

"I'm told that you are keeping all sorts of odd company at weird hours." He said at length. Hermione's eyes popped open and her mouth set into a snarl.

"Harry James Potter!" She screeched. "I have not heard from you, or seen you in at least four months! And you have the audacity to come in here and try to reprimand me? Just who do you think you are? I don't know what it is you think are doing, or trying to accomplish, but it won't work. And another thing! How did you even know in the first pla-" Hermione stopped up short; she knew exactly how Harry had found out. "Of course, Ginny! Well you can just turn around and tell your little twat of fiancée that I want her to stop meddling around in my life! To stop sending me letters full of patronizing phrases, and rude subjects. Tell her that I am a big girl. I can do what I want, I know how to choose who is important to me! You tell her that! And tell her that I know my own mind, maybe because I have my own mind! She needs to grow up! I don't know how you stand her, I really don't!" Hermione took a shuddering breath. She was kind of out of control, but she couldn't stop herself. "So you go on and tell her those things, because maybe she will listen to you, because she doesn't to me. So both of you can go screw yourselves! Get out of my home this instant Harry, before I do something I'll regret!" Harry just stood there dumbfounded for a second.

"I've never seen you this way Mione. Maybe he has affected you more than you think." That was the wrong thing to say. Hermione glared daggers at Harry and fought the urge to slap him.

"This has nothing to do with Draco, and everything to do with you and Ginny. If you can't see how stupid the pair of you are acting…" She sighed and pushed a hand through her hair. She blinked a couple of times trying to hold in the angry tears that were threating to fall from her eyes. "This is ridiculous. I know that you know it is. Harry, just because Ginny asks you to do something, doesn't mean you have to do it. I thought you would have had more sense than this. You both need to mind your own business. I won't be talking to either of you until I get an apology for this. Now please, and this is the last time I'll ask, leave now." Harry had seemed to shrink once Hermione had calmed down. He made for the door but turned around just before he left, seemingly unable to help himself.

"It's not like we hear from you much anyway Hermione, this won't change much." With that he left and closed the door behind him. Hermione stared angrily at where Harry had just been. She was so angry she just wanted to punch something. Who did that asshole think he was? She started pacing around unthinkingly shooting magic from her wand. She was unaware of pretty much everything, until she felt Draco's hand on her arm. She stopped moving and looked up at him, her anger turning to sadness. Draco sensed that and put his arms around her. She sobbed into his chest. They stood there for around twenty minutes, then Hermione was able to get a handle on her tears. Draco brought his hands to her face and wiped the tears away, his face full of concern.

"Are you alright? That was…not the best way to start your day." Hermione closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened her eyes she nodded.

"I'm alright. How much of that did you hear?" She winced. Draco made a sympathetic face and sighed.

"I'm pretty sure I heard almost all of it. You yelled his name, and I woke up, I missed probably the first little bit because I was still coming out of sleep. Do you want to talk about this?" He asked. Hermione looked away unhappily. She shrugged.

"I'm not sure what there is to talk about." Draco brought a hand to Hermione's face and she looked up at him. He was looking at her like he was sorry. He led her over to the couch and got her to sit next to him. Hermione sighed. "It's just…it's not fair. They don't care about me unless I am doing something they don't agree with, then they are all up in my business. We used to be so close, and now…" She sighed. "I used to try and make an effort, but after a while I guess you just give up. So it makes me angry. I never thought we would grow apart like this." Draco nodded and rubbed a hand over her back.

"I feel bad, that I am causing things like this to happen in your life. They wouldn't be making you angry if it weren't for me."

"This isn't your fault. I don't want you to feel badly about this." Draco shrugged.

"I'm going to feel bad anyways." Hermione grinned.

"I wish you wouldn't. But that's enough of this for today, huh? I don't know about you, but I am starving, breakfast?" She asked. Draco smiled and nodded, following Hermione to the kitchen to make breakfast.

AN: Okay not the longest chapter in the world, but I'm having a bit of a block with this story. I loved writing this though, Hermione being uncontrollably angry is kinda fun. :P I want to thank my reviewers for the last chapter! I got some really nice ones. :) And thanks to any new followers or favorites! You guys all make me really happy. So please leave me a review for this chapter and let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!