Dramione

They're Wrong About You (2)

A/N – Thank you for reading, it means a lot, I hope you enjoyed the previous scene, now for the next one. Unfortunately I still don't own any characters etc. (They belong to JKR). It's the same writing: normal is Hermione's POV and italics is Draco's POV. Enjoy!

I hadn't seen Draco since the night of the Quidditch match. I had attempted to erase it from my memory. He hadn't shown up to any classes or anything, but I had noticed he always went to the room 0f requirement, every day.

I had tried to avoid Ron as well, sort of difficult for a best friend who spends an immense amount of time with Harry and snogs his girlfriend in the middle of the common room, hallways, bathrooms, classrooms, library, basically anywhere. I couldn't stand it, every time I saw them I wanted to cry, in fact, most of the time I did.

I had just tried to blur out of existence and study with Harry. It was hard though, he constantly had girls staring at him, talking to him, and he was stressed about finding out Professor Slughorn's memories of Tom Riddle.

Slughorn's Christmas party had been awkward enough, I had taken Cormac McLaggen because I thought it might annoy Ron the most, but it backfired on me.

It appeared that Cormac had become very attached to me. I managed to get rid of him most of the time, making excuses that I needed to study or wasn't feeling well, but that wasn't always enough. When I couldn't get away he stood unusually close. He constantly had his arm on my shoulder or my waist, and he kept his body almost attached to mine, he always tried to hold my hands and there were too many instances when he began to lean in to kiss me. It was awkward.

I often found myself daydreaming, about what had happened with Draco, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't forget.

I was in the room of requirement, as usual. I couldn't get the cabinet to work, if I didn't, I was dead. I also hadn't attended my classes since the incident with Granger, in all honesty, I had tried to forget it, tried, and failed.

I had blatantly ignored her every time I passed her in the corridors or she called me from across a room. It was for the best, she needed to know that I wasn't ever going to even tolerate her. She was a muggleborn. Voldemort would soon take her out anyway, so what was the point in me talking to her?

The room was a mess at the moment, it was a clutter of things because that way nobody would ever find the cabinet. As well as random objects stacked everywhere, it was always dark and the place was completely covered in dust. It looked forgotten. I suppose that was the point.

I was sat on a black box with a dust sheet on it, I had been in here for two days now and yet again, no progress had been made.

It made me so angry! Why couldn't I do this? I got up and kicked the cabinet, yelling in anger and I began picking up anything I could and smashing it on the floor or throwing it at a wall.

I couldn't do it much longer. That was all that was to be said. I needed to shout and scream, and break something real. Not these random objects that the rom had conjured up for my benefit, I didn't just want to watch things smash, I wanted to truly break it, I wanted to crush and crush and crush it, watch the happiness drain away from it and then leave it to die. Make me feel better about myself.

Then I felt them, like tiny raindrops falling down my face. I was crying. Me, son of the fearsome Lucius Malfoy and server to the Dark Lord, sat in a dark room, crying. The worst part was, I couldn't stop, I didn't really want to. It felt nice to be able to let it all out, all the pent up emotions.

I continued to throw things everywhere I could, destroying the room, taking my mind off the problem whilst tears poured down my face and I yelled at the vast emptiness before me.

I was so preoccupied that I didn't hear anything else until there was a tiny voice. I ceased my smashing, I dropped the vase I was holding and listened to the shards of glass skidding around on the floor. There was a silence ringing in my ears, but the voice came slicing through it, tearing up the still atmosphere, the sameness I had become accustomed to.

"Draco?"

Harry and I were talking as we made our way back from one of Slughorn's potion lectures on how to be safe around the cauldron.

We turned the corner to see none other than Lavender and Ron snogging each other's faces off, it looked like Ron was about to swallow her, it was disgusting. All you could hear was their heavy breathing and Lavender calling him 'Won Won'.

The tears came flooding to my eyes and I tried to blink them back, it wasn't going to work. I needed to get out of there, so I turned to Harry, he knew I couldn't stand seeing them together.

"Excuse me while I go and vomit." I said quietly and I walked away quickly.

I could feel the tears falling now and I began to run. I didn't know where I was going, all I knew was that I had to get as far away from Ron as possible. I ran and ran and ran and ran, until I found myself going towards the room of requirement, Draco was bound to be in there, he always was, and I felt like he would be the only one to understand how I felt.

I opened the two huge doors and took a step backwards into the room. I watched as the doors closed and slowly disappeared.

The thud echoed around the room and all that was left was a distant sound of objects breaking. Was that Draco?

It was creepy in the room and my heart was thudding against my chest so hard I felt as though it would leap out at any moment. It was a wonder Draco couldn't hear it.

"Draco?" I choked out through my tears, he didn't respond. He was shouting, yelling, screaming, and it sounded like he might be… crying?

I continued to make my way deeper into the room. It was like a labyrinth of random items, some piled up high, some sprawled across the floor. There was a huge number of things as well. I saw some mannequins, empty pieces of parchment, metal bowls, a fancy green velvet sofa, a tall lamp, a small bed, and a huge cupboard with an entire drawer filled with various silverware. It was odd. Everything in the room was either covered with sheets or a thick layer of dust.

I expected I would never find my way out of here but I didn't care, I wanted, no, needed to find Draco, he would make things seem better again, I didn't know why, but he had to.

I winded my way about the huge room, calling his name out every so often until I came into a slight clearing, Draco was stood there with his back to me, he had just dropped some sort of glass object and it shattered into thousands of tiny pieces that collected around his feet then prayed out everywhere.

There was another silence. Not like the one before though, this was a horrible silence, filled with tension and anger.

"Draco?" I whispered just loud enough for him to hear me. He turned to face me, looking worse than I had ever seen him before.

I was a mess, I know I was, it hadn't mattered last time because she was a mess as well, this time she only had a few tears staining her cheeks, it made me so angry.

I turned to her and swept my hand along my eyes, deleting all the tears, all the things that are making me vulnerable, I was about to explode, and Granger would be the only casualty.

"What Granger? Why are you here?!" I spat at her, I wanted to break her, she was the thing that would I throw my anger at.

"Draco." She said softly "Are you okay? I came to find you to…"

I cut her off.

"To gloat?! To show me how much happier you are than me?! To come and whine about your petty troubles?!" I yelled.

"Draco, I only wanted to…" she began, her tears flowing.

"Only wanted to what?! To cry about how the Weasel doesn't want you?! Well guess what, he doesn't! Why should he?! Look at you! Not even a Weasel could love you Granger, so don't bother with anyone else! Just go back to the library and be the stupid little nerd that everyone thinks you are!" I was going crazy, I needed to watch her suffer.

"You don't mean that. You're just angry. I thought that you of all people would understand." She was getting angrier now, I could see it in the way she was standing, fists clenched, and jaw tightening.

"Understand what?!" I shouted, coming right up to her face.

"What it feels like to be alone!" she yelled back at me. She could see through me, it was as easy for her as it was to fall asleep.

"Well I can't help you Granger, what did you think I could do?!"

"Tell me that you understand!" she yelled, the hurt obvious in her voice "Tell me that he's stupid, tell me that I'll be fine, that he isn't the one who is right for me. Tell me… Tell me that you care, that you have at least a tiny shred of humanity left in you, that you aren't a completely disgusting person!"

I looked at her, this was it, she had snapped, she was vulnerable, ripe for the picking, I was ready to destroy something worth destroying.

"You, Hermione Granger, you are the disgusting one, even Weasley is disgusted by you, because you are worthless, you are nothing but a filthy… little…" I leaned in close to her and whispered the last word ever so quietly into her ear:

"Mudblood."

I pulled away from her teary, pain filled face and walked away, giving her a sharp push with my shoulder on the way.

I kept my footsteps steady and loud until I reached the doors, I waited for them to open fully, casted an eerie glow upon the room, then slammed them shut and set off for my dorm.

I walked along the corridors, ignoring the murmurs and dodgy looks cast by other students, I had destroyed Hermione Granger, so why didn't I feel happy about it?

I heard the huge doors slam shut and the room was consumed in a still silence again. My knees were weak and my heart felt as if somebody had punched a hole in my chest and ripped it into little pieces.

I felt so small in that moment, like one tiny raindrop in a raincloud. My consciousness flickered, I wanted nothing more than to lose it.

I sank to my knees and bit my lip and the shards of glass cut apart my legs, pushing their pain into my soul, I leant against a tall cabinet in the corner of the clearing. It's cool, bumpy surface was like a blast of winter, it was cruel, but I needed it, its bitterness would keep me sane, keep me grounded.

The room had a mind of its own, it knew what each person needed, what they felt like, and it tried to match it. So I sat in a puddle of tears and broken glass, the room had generated a dark and cold atmosphere and a forceful wind swirled around, blowing up odd papers and dust, and the room cried with me.