"Shit, Shit, Shit," Hermione thought as she tried to stand as close to wall as possible. Everyone was looking all around Draco's bed for the source of the giggling. Blaise Zambini stuck his hand out in her direction.
"Think skinny, think skinny," She sucked her stomach in trying to avoid his hand. Blaise touched the cloth that kept Hermione hidden.
"Guys I think there is something over here," Blaise said. Everyone turned toward him as he grabbed onto the fabric. Suddenly there was a loud scream coming from the common room. Everyone raced down stairs to check it out, everyone that is except for Draco.
"Granger you can come out now," He said annoyance dripping from every syllable. Draco muttered something and the door slammed shut and locked. He grabbed the cloak and pulled it off of Hermione who was still pressed against the wall.
"Why are you here?" He asked using the same tone.
"Because this was the only way I could think to talk to you, you wouldn't even come near me," Hermione looked at her feet. Her black hair falling around her eyes as a small tear slipped down her face.
"Well did you expect me to talk to you after you broke my heart?" He was near yelling at her. He muttered something else and a silencing charm was put on the door. "I asked you a damn question mudblood!" He yelled grabbing Hermione by the chin to make her look at him.
"Mudblood," She said in a tiny voice. "So, we're back to that now, Well there is something you should know Malfoy, I'm not a mudblood anymore," her voice broke as he tried not to cry. Draco didn't seem affected by her hurt.
"In my book you will always be a mudblood, even if your mom was a pureblood, your dad is still muggle," He said as he through the cloak over her and told her to follow him. He took the charms off of the room and walked out. As soon as they were safely out of the common room. Hermione sent the cloak back to its place in Harry's closet.
She looked at him one more time. Tears were now dripping from her eyes. She shook her head and ran for the Gryffindor common room.
He stared at her as she rounded a corner. He didn't know what to do now. She broke his heart and he couldn't let her get away with that. He still loved her more than anything but he knew that she wouldn't return his feelings.
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Hermione ran straight into someone. She found herself on the ground crying not trying to hide her tears. Now that Draco hated her nothing mattered to her anymore.
"Hermione are you okay?" She looked up into Jackson's eyes and shook her head. He offered her his hand and she took it. He pulled her to her feet, but before he could say another word she ran.
Hermione muttered the password and ran through the portrait hole and up the stairs. She looked around the room and when no one was there she locked the door. She ran to her trunk and pulled it out; the silver blade that she missed so much. She dragged it roughly across her arm.
She watched the blood pour from the wound. It snaked around her arm and dropped onto her jeans. She put the knife to her arm again and made another deep mark. She was crying hard now and the tears fell onto her arm mixing with the blood. She said a cleaning spell and the blood was gone from her arm.
She looked down at the cuts and sighed. She hated herself. The way she ruined the relationship she had with Draco. She sighed and grabbed her sweatshirt and put it on to cover the cuts. She put the knife back into her trunk and left the room.
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The day went by slowly for Hermione. She didn't pay attention in her classes. She didn't even pick up a book. Everyone had noticed something was wrong with Hermione; everyone including Draco.
"Hey, Herms," She felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked into a pair of calming green eyes. "Are you alright, I'm worried about you," he said softly.
"I'm fine Jackson, just a little spat with Draco," She said trying to make it sound like it was nothing and everything would be fine.
"Oh, your boyfriend," He replied.
"He's not my boyfriend," Hermione said spite filling her voice. "He's not even my friend,"