Hermione Granger ran out of the Gryffindor common room, tears in her eyes, and no particular destination in her mind. She just ran until her legs couldn't carry her anymore. When she finally did stop, she sat in a windowsill, and stared out at the grounds. Snow was falling, and putting a fresh, white blanket across the grounds, covering the dying green grass. She drew her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them and wrapped her arms around her legs tightly. It was chilly in the corridor, but she ignored it as she continued to cry. How could Ron do that to her? Didn't he see the way she looked at him? The way her eyes lit up at the sight of them. The way she smiled at him. She was head over heels for the guy and he obviously had no clue.

"Granger…is that you?" Hermione looked up from her knees and saw a silhouette of a boy. He stepped into the little bit of moonlight coming in from the window, and Hermione realized it was Draco Malfoy. "It is you…What are you doing out here? Alone…this late at night?" he asked with slight concern.

"What does it matter to you Malfoy?" Hermione asked, turning to look back outside.

"It doesn't…well, it sorta does. Still…what's up?" he asked as he walked over and leaned against the wall.

"None of your business Malfoy." Hermione said quietly.

"It obviously has to do with the Weasel. He's the only person I know who can make you so upset. Other than myself of course." Draco said lightly.

Hermione felt a fresh batch of tears released and she buried her face in her knees once again. "Ron is such a git." She said quietly.

Draco chuckled lightly and nodded. "That he is. What did he do Granger? It must have been something awful to have you crying like this." He said gently.

Hermione looked up at him, her brown eyes meeting his gray ones. She sighed and nodded a little, "Him and Lavender Brown hooked up tonight. In front of me. Didn't he see the way I look at him?" she asked.

Draco sighed and looked over at her once again. "I don't know Granger. But, as you said, Weasel is a git. You don't need him. You're too good for him. You deserve better." He said quietly. Draco could not believe what he was saying. He could not believe he was telling Hermione his inner feelings. Especially the ones towards her. He hadn't said the three words that he fought daily, so he was good so far. "Plus, he must be blind as a bat Granger. You are prettier than that slut will ever be. Way more intelligent, and just a better person. He's an idiot for choosing her over you." He said quietly. Hermione looked at him and their eyes met, he felt his cheeks tint a little so he cleared his throat and said, "I, uh, have to go now."

Draco pushed himself away from the wall and put his hands in his pockets and began to walk towards the nearest staircase so he could get back to the dungeons. He froze when he felt a dainty hand close around one of his. "Thank you Draco. Thank you for saying those nice things about me. I know you probably had to swallow vomit to do it, but it really means a lot to me." Hermione whispered.

Draco turned to look at Hermione. She was no longer crying but she was blushing a bright shade of red that Draco found quite adorable. "I didn't have to swallow vomit Granger. It was all the truth. I really, truly meant it." He said gently.

Hermione looked up to meet his eye and smiled. "Really?"

"Of course. I…I…l-." Draco stopped himself and turned away. "Goodnight Granger." He said before running down the hall, towards the dungeons.