Author's Note: Finally, I'm getting around to that double update I promised a few weeks back. Well, anyway, this is my way of simply not doing my research for my French project. Enjoy all.
Summary: Standing at a crossroads saying nothing they had a misunderstanding.
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all...except a new computer with an OS I don't like very much.
She didn't have high hopes for them.
She knew him relatively well and it hadn't taken her long to develop strong feelings for him. Hermione never allowed herself to have high hopes for though. She wasn't naive enough to think that he could want her when he could have any other young witch with more assets than herself. Hermione wasn't good enough to be his lover; she could only be a friend.
So now, she couldn't understand why she felt so upset. It wasn't like Pavarti had told her something she wasn't already aware of. She already knew that he would only consider a Pureblood woman with a considerable dowry; Hermione knew that well. Parvati had thought that she was protecting Hermione from shame and embarressment with the revelation; as if Hermione would be stupid enough to go up to him and say "By the way Draco, you realize that I'm in love with you, right?" Hermione didn't need to be protected from rejection because she would never put herself in a position where rejection was the inevitable outcome. And with Draco, that's exactly what it would be: inevitable.
That was all the more reason to not get her hopes up. They were friends and she nursed no fantasies; that's all they would ever be. She knew that from the very beginning. There was no reason for her to feel like this: miserable, inadequete, unwanted, unneeded, poor, replacable, rejected.
No, she would never tell him the truth.