Chapter 4
…Love, funny word isn't it? Love can start from being best friends since you were three…or even enemy's since you were eleven…
Dinner went frightfully slow that night, and not wanting to draw attention to her, Hermione let it drag on. Bad choice.
"…So I was talking to Ginny yesterday right? And she was telling me all this interesting stuff about Ron. You know, how he's quit school and doing stuff with Harry? Yeah well she told me that he's not as busy as he thinks he is. Ginny found him in bed with…you'll never guess whom…Cho Chang! And what made it even worse…Harry walked in!" Parvarti finished with a sigh as her friend Lavenders face looked drawn.
"See…he was never worth it!" She told in an effort to cheer Lavender up.
Hermione sat, frozen at hearing the takes from the Barbie's conversation. No it couldn't be right. He wouldn't do that to her…well its not like you ever made a move to go out with him…her subconscious said. But, he knew I liked him…didn't he? …Oh yeah sure, that's why he went and slept with Mrs Weepalot herself… But, but, I…Oh stop making excuses. It's obvious he never liked you…
At this point Hermione had, had enough. Near tears she slammed her fork down and stormed out of the great hall, earning a lot of stares.
It didn't take Draco long to realise that Hermione was late, and knowing that the bookworm Hermione wouldn't approve he went looking for her.
She was head girl this year right? He asked himself unsurely. He had been to occupied with pounding Zabini's head in for snagging head boy to notice who head girl was. But to his "surprise" he found the picture leading to the heads dorms with a gloating Blaise and a troubled Hermione.
He knocked on the portrait and waited for Blaise to answer.
When he did he smiled profoundly.
"Has little Drakey-poo come crawling back to big old Blaise and his master?"
Raising a blonde eyebrow Draco pushed passed Blaise and listened intently until he heard the faintest crying coming from the girl's heads dorm. He headed that way just as Blaise sighed and muttered,
"I miss you mate…" And flopped himself down on the couch to read the Daily Profit. Draco paused only for a second before continuing up the stairs.
The door was barely open when he reached it, and glancing in he saw the figure of a girl laying on her stomach on the double bed. She was weeping uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but wonder why?