Personal Thoughts.

Newspapers rain on my parade.

"Hermione let me see it!"

"No!" Hermione shrieked running around the common room grabbing all the Daily Prophets before anyone else can see them. She scorched them with her wand and dumped the ashes in the fireplace.

"What's the big deal? It's not like anything in there is believable anyways." Ron told her staring at her with wide eyes and a wondering look coating his features. She shrugged him off.

"Ronald, can you just give me some space for a minute. You're crowding me. Maybe I had a reason for burning them, is that such a problem?" She hissed as rage came over his face and he backed away with his hands raised in surrender.

"Fine" Ron backed away without another word and went upstairs. He was mad now but he would have been madder had he seen what was in that article. She ran out of the portrait hole and began charging toward the dungeons. She knew exactly who she was looking for and almost exactly where to find him. The dungeons were cold and dark, only lit by the torches hinged to the wall. It was so normal but it was like she hit a wall of rage as she turned a corner. A poor crying boy was being slammed against a tall platinum blonde haired boy. Hermione approached slowly. It was as if the air got colder every step she took, but she hesitantly moved closer.

"Draco put him down it's not his fault Rita Skeeter is mean and evil." She told whispered. Collin Creevy was scared out of his mind as Draco held him there. Draco's eyes softened for a moment but he shook it away and shoved him harder. Hermione reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder and he shivered dropping Collin who ran away tripping over himself and his robes. Draco shook beneath her touch and she could tell he was crying. She tried to look at him but he kept turning away. She grasped his wrist and pulled him around. Tears were mixing with blood that was caked on his cheek.

"My father saw it." He told her shivering in defeat. She didn't really know how to comfort him, but the picture and the article of them hugging and kissing in this very hallway had already been spread. Thankfully she destroyed them all before anyone in the school saw them or at least she hoped, but from the looks on the kids faces in the common room it told her they saw it and they were ready to cling to their mean comments toward them. Hermione took her hand in his and began to take him toward the staircase leading out of the dungeons.

"It'll be ok Draco." She told him. She glanced around before shoving him in the first floor bathroom and locking the door. He was shocked at first but she shrugged him off and took a towel to wipe his face with. She dabbed at the gash on his cheek and cleared away the tear stains. He was very grateful for her though sometimes she didn't know that. A splashing noise sounded behind them and she glanced up from beneath her curly hair to see Moaning Myrtyl standing there. She turned away and didn't say anything until Myrtle began talking.

"Everyone's whispering you know…" She drawled in that annoying voice of hers. Draco looked up and scowled.

"Shut up!' He snapped. Hermione soothed him and waved her hands to shoo her away.

"Go on Myrtle, no wonder you sit in a bathroom and cry all day no one likes you!" Hermione shouted. Myrtle huffed and whined crying as she splashed through the pipes. Hermione put the cloth down and Draco didn't thank her but he didn't need to. She took his hand in hers and he glanced down at the interlaced fingers questioning. "If we don't face them now it will just make things worse." She told him beginning to pull them out the door.

Yay so I think my muse is back guys, which makes me very very happy:0

so i hope you enjoy this i don't really know what made me think of it. It just popped in my head randomly. haha

-rayn, (who does not own harry potter or hermione and draco)