Hey guys! Here's the 4th chapter. I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Chapter 4:

*Hermione's POV*

I woke up eventually, but my eyes were tired, judging by the fact that they were shut, refusing to open up and welcome a new day. I was like this, too. Awake, but wanting to go back to sleep. And probably sleep for ages. I never really appreciated sleep until then.

I forced my eyes open as I yawned. I glanced out the window, and noticed the snow thicken on the ground. I liked winter, and maybe that was something to look forward to, besides the fact that it was a Hogsmeade weekend.

I sat up on my messy bed. And I remembered last night, which wasn't good, because the whole point of my desperate attempt to fall asleep last night was to forget about it. I guess I never really thought about remembering it again in the morning.

I stood up from the bed and headed to the girls' bathroom, where I took a brief shower, brushed my teeth and picked my outfit, which was a gray oversized sweater, tattered jeans and a pair of sneakers. I wore my bushy, unmanagable brown hair into a loose, sloppy bun, making it look somewhat normal. I took a swift glance at the mirror as I noticed my eyes looked puffy, but not too obvious. I took a breath and I was ready.

I walked to breakfast, where I noticed Harry and Ron and sat with them. I made it a point to apologize again. Harry said it was alright and Ron said there was absolutely nothing to worry about and I smiled and thanked them.

We talked as I munched on my peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwhich, taking gulps of coffee to energize me. Everything seemed light and happy, which was good, of course.

I took a glance at the clock. It was almost 10:00 and it was time to head to Hogsmeade. I nodded at Ron when he asked if we should go, which we did.

I have to say this, Hogsmeade always looked most beautiful when it was snowing.

"Where should we go first?" asked Harry

"I say Honeydukes." said Ron, "I feel like eating some sweets."

"Ron," I giggled, "You're mum told you specifically to avoid candies, because it will increase your weight gain, or whatever."

"Ask me if I give a shit."

Harry, Ron and I laughed. So we walked to Honeydukes. The aroma of sweets and treats filled the air as we opened that door. It was a lot more crowded than usual, I guess because it was a lot more warmer here than it was outside.

I was able to pick about a bagful of various kinds of candies. I was really glad, but unfortunately, my legs started feeling tired, it was aching from all the standing, i think.

I approached Harry and Ron.

"Oh, how about this?"

"No, Ron, are you stupid? You aren't even allowed to eat that."

"Well I think it's my body and besides, i'm tall and- Oh, hey Hermione."

I smiled. "Hey guys."

"What's up?" said Harry

"Fine. I'm just going to pay for this and take a rest." I said, glancing down the plastic bag I was carrying, "I'll meet you guys at Three Broomsticks."

They agreed and I walked out of the building. I spotted a bench not far from here. It was an area where there wasn't much people and I brought a book, so it was a perfect place.

I walked towards the bench and sat, taking out my book from my shoulder bag. I read silently. It was peaceful, unlike the crowded store. And it was really nice to be alone sometimes.

But then, I wasn't really alone after all.

"Hey."

I looked up my book, shocked. And there stood Draco Malfoy, blonde, gray-eyed with a smug look on his face. He wore a sweater underneath a thick coat with dark jeans and slip-on Vans. I raised my eyebrows and thought for a while when I finally said.

"Oh. It's you."

"Don't play smart." he said, rolling his eyes.

"Why shouldn't I, then?"

"Look, I know you're upset and everything," he said, walking towards me, with a grin plastered, which I really wanted to slap off his face, but I held my anger inside me and replaced it with pure sarcasm. "but I wasn't able to say everything the other week."

"Well, I'm so glad for you to show up, then." I said, frowning, "It's not like i've been harassed constantly for the past week for something you did, or anything."

"Hey, it's not my fault Parkinson was taking it on you badly."

"Yeah. Whatever." I said, rolling my eyes, "Get to the point, Malfoy."

"Sure." he said, smirking, "I'd just like to agree that I wasn't defending you because I like you-gross- I was sleepy and upset at Pansy."

"Who said I liked you?" I snapped angrily.

He chuckled, "I mean, who doesn't?"

"Aside from your mum, you mean?" I said, sarcastic, 'Oh, you know, a load of people, but I wouldn't want to waste my precious time on you."

"Yeah. Whatever. I think I proved my point."

"You sure did. But don't expect me to forgive you."

"Who said I wanted forgiveness?"

"Don't play smart"

"Whatever"

"Whatever"

We were silent. And we were playing with eachother. Malfoy smiled a little, nodded once and left, slowly disappearing.

I never realized how much I absolutely hated him until then.

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