Chapter 12
Hermione was still crying half an hour later when Draco pushed the portrait open and climbed through. Her crying, although quieter, could still be heard through her door. Draco started to climb the stairs to his room when he heard it. His immediate reaction was that of anxiety what had happened to her? Then one of anger, had someone done something to her? If they had there was going to be trouble…
He ran to the other side of the gallery and tried to open her door, it was locked. He knocked on the door "Hermione let me in. What's wrong?" he said. On the other side Hermione heard him and at the sound of his voice she burst into fresh tears. Draco's knocking was getting louder. "HERMIONE LET ME IN. PLEASE." He shouted but it was to no avail. Hermione curled up under the covers and put a pillow over her head until she could no longer hear him. Draco eventually left her door feeling sad and disappointed. Why did she not want to talk to him? He went to bed dejected and tired.
The next day Hermione waited until she was sure Draco had left the common room to get up and go down to breakfast. When she walked into the Great Hall the first thing she saw was Pansy stroking Draco's arm and whispering in his ear. Hermione turned away and sat down at the Gryffindor table with her back to Draco.
"What's up 'Mione?" Harry asked
"Nothing" Hermione said but it wasn't convincing. Dean winked at Harry, she had found the letters. Now all they had to do was wait.
Over the next few days Hermione avoided talking to Draco and seeing him alone like the plague. She couldn't bear to be in his presence, not now she knew that he really hated her and was just using her. It didn't help that whenever she looked over at the Slytherin table or at him during class he always had arms round Pansy or she was kissing him on the cheek. It made her upset just to think about it.
For his part Draco couldn't understand what was happening. Hermione had barely spoken tow words together to him and now she owuldn't even look at him or acknowledge him. She spent more time in Gryffindor tower than in the Head common room and she was nearly always in the company of Potter or Weasley which drove him mad with jealousy.
That Friday was the day before the Hogsmeade weekend and Draco was determined to find out what exactly was going on with Hermione and try and sort it out. Hermione was now thoroughly fed up of seeing Pansy all over Draco and then Draco not doing anything about it. Hermione finished her dinner quicker than all the others as usual that Friday and decided to go to her room and do some more studying. As she got up Draco who had been watching her all evening got up as well and hurried after her, catching her shoulder and turning her round to face him in the entrance hall.
"Can I help you?" Hermione said coldly. Draco was taken aback by her tone.
"Well yes you can. You can tell me what's gotten into you these past few days. Why won't you talk to me or even look at me? You are my girlfriend after all." He said. Hermione laughed.
"That's rich, you pretending not to know. I suppose it's all part of the plan isn't it? Make me forgive you publicly only for you to laugh in my face and humiliate me." She said shrilly.
"Hermione I have no idea what you're talking about. What plan? I would never humiliate you." Draco said confused.
"You see there you go again. What plan? The one to make me believe you were in love with me while you were really cheating on me with Pansy and then humiliate me in front of the whole school just for a laugh." Hermione said raising her voice. The other people going to dinner in the entrance hall had stopped and were watching.
"Hermione what are you talking about? I'm not cheating on you with Pansy. I do love you" Draco said trying to keep calm. At this Hermione lost it.
"LIAR. I SAW THE LETTERS" She shouted causing people in the great hall to turn and look. Draco snapped
"I'M NOT LYING. WHAT LETTERS? I HAVEN'T BEEN SENDING ANY LETTERS" He shouted back. Hermione took a small bundle out from her robes and threw them at his feet,
"THOSE LETTERS. THE LETTERS SAYING HOW MUCH YOU HATE ME AND HOW YOU'RE JUST USING ME WHILE YOU'RE REALLY AT IT WITH PANSY BEHIND MY BACK AND LAUGHING AT ME." Hermione yelled. Draco picked up the bundle.
"I didn't write these" He said quietly.
"LIAR YOU KNOW YOU DID. I THOUGHT YOU HAD CHANGED BUT REALLY YOU'RE STILL THE SELF-CENTERED ARROGANT MUGGLE-BORN HATING ARSE THAT YOU ALWAYS WERE." She yelled. By now everyone in the Great Hall had stopped eating and were looking towards the open doors.
"DON'T CALL ME A LIAR. I SWEAR I DIDN'T WRITE THESE." Draco shouted back anger building up inside of him.
"I'LL CALL YOU A LIAR IF I WANT TO, BECAUSE IT'S TRUE. I HATE YOU DRACO MALFOY. IT'S OVER" Hermione yelled and turned on her heel and ran all the way back to the head's dormitories, once again tears poured down her face.
Draco was left standing in the entrance hall speechless holding the bundle of letters in his hands. His heart had been ripped to pieces with her last words.
A/N hope you liked this chapter. What will Draco do now? Will he get Hermione back?