Gravity.
Disc : Harry Potter is not mine.
Sixteen
Hermione sat on the stairs leading to her charms class. The mid afternoon sun was streaming through the painted glass windows and into her lap. Her tears were streaming through her hair and into her lap in the same way. She wringed her hands and hiccoughed. Ron. It was his entire fault.
She had been the best friend he or Harry had ever had. She had done everything for them, from writing essays to saving their skins on a few occasions. She had even thought, foolishly, for a moment, that Ron might have cared for her in the same way that she clearly cared for him.
She heaved another sob into her lab and looked through her lashes to the deserted hallway. She was skipping charms because Ron and Lavender would be there, and she was not in the mood to deal with heartache. She sniffed, not in a ladylike fashion, and tried to dry her eyes, but to no avail.
"Granger?" A cool voice rang through the hallway, and a pale boy approached her.
"Draco, what do you want?" She tried to hide her tears, but the raw tone of her voice gave it away too quickly. Draco, whose graying skin gave the look of a much older and defeated man, came right up to Hermione, and his expression shifted from disgusted to afraid.
"Why are you crying?" He almost seemed in a panic. Hermione would have laughed at his obvious inability to read girls' emotions, except her heart hurt too much to attempt mirth.
"No reason, Draco." No witty comebacks, no foul names, Hermione just sat on the step, defeated.
Slowly, Draco sat down beside her. He was already skipping Ancient Runes, no one would notice. Hermione burst into a fresh tirade of sobs and stuck her head between her legs. "He is so stupid, Draco, so stupid. Why would he pick that child? She is nothing but a bumbling idiot!" Her head was pounding and all notions of rationality had already been proven ineffective. She was telling Draco Malfoy about her boy problems. And the funny thing was, Draco Malfoy was sitting beside her, albeit awkwardly, and listening.
As Hermione became less angry and hysterical, the tears subsided, and she felt empty and tired. She tentatively leaned to the side, and rested her head on Draco's shoulder, closing her eyes. He put his arm around her, the situation becoming more and more bizarre. Her breathing returned to normal and she wiped her nose on a tissue from her robes.
When she stood up, Draco saw that her eyes were red and she looked sicker than even him. Hermione noticed that Draco's eyes were dull and flat; there was no taunting sarcasm behind them now.
"Thank you." She said simply.
The unspoken agreement between them was gone, and they were two students who hated one another once more.
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