[AN: Just a note, this story takes place during the sixth year of Hogwarts, and Sirius isn't dead.]
She didn't stop running until she reached the girl's dormitory of the Gryffindor common room. She couldn't believe what she had done. Granted, it wasn't actually her fault, but she still couldn't believe it. Draco knew. Oh god, he knew! Hermione burried her face in her pillow. Who knew what he would do to her now. He had always been cruel. He would probably tell everyone. She didn't know why she loved him in the first place, but she did. She couldn't explain it.
She fell asleep like that, face-first in her pillow. She was awoken by Ginny, who was shaking her fiercely. She looked up at Ginny who was looking down and frowning at her.
"What the hell happened last night?" Ginny asked. "I didn't see you for the rest of the night, and I was pretty drunk so I didn't really think much about it until this morning."
"Uhm," Hermione tried to straighten out her hair. "I got pretty drunk last night too, so I just came up here and went to bed."
"Oh, okay." Ginny said. "Well come on and get cleaned up so we can go and get breakfast." Hermione groaned and burried her head in her pillow again. She would have to face him sooner or later.
When she was showered and clean, Hermione and Ginny went to the Great Hall to grab some breakfast. When they entered the room, nothing happened. Hermione expected at least a few glances her way, if Draco had told anyone. She looked toward the Slytherin table to see that he wasn't even there. She breathed out a sigh of relief and sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Harry and Ron.
"Merlin, Hermione. You look exhausted." Ron said, filling his plate up with eggs and bacon. Hermione began to do the same as she looked away.
"I didn't sleep very well last night." She lied, glancing in Ginny's direction and begging her with her eyes not to say anything.
"Yeah, we were up all night studying." Ginny said. Apparently, Ginny didn't want Ron knowing about the previous night either.
"Oh, well it's Saturday. So what do you guys want to do today?" Harry asked. Ginny smiled at him and she saw Harry blush. Those two would end up together sooner or later.
"Hm.." Ginny thought for a moment. "We could go to Hogsmeade. I've been wanting to go to this little shop I found.." Ginny trailed off as the doors to the Great Hall opened, and in came Draco Malfoy, looking particularly angry. He stormed to the Slytherin table and stopped when he reached Blaise Zabini. He then drew out his wand.
Hermione couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was shouted whispers. She caught a few words such as "How could-" and "Bloody hell, Zabini!"
Hermione decided that now would be a good time to dismiss herself, just in case Draco decided to come to her and say something. She really didn't want to have to deal with that right now. So she excused herself, saying that she had some things she needed to take care of and left the Great Hall.
She hid out in the library. Of course that wasn't the best hiding spot, considering that it was the one place her friends always looked for her. But Draco didn't know that.
She sat down and grabbed a book out of the romance section. Nobody knew she had a love for romance novels, but of course she kept that a secret. Nobody needed to know that Hermione loved anything other than education.
Part of the reason she even became the braniac that she is now is because she wanted to impress Draco. Although that never worked. He still never noticed.
She read until she felt someone sit at the chair across from her. She looked up from her book for a brief moment to see Draco reading The Daily Prophet, and not doing a very good job at hiding the fact that he was looking at her.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"Yeah, you can actually." He said. "Let me get this straight. You're in love with me."
Hermione paused for a moment before rolling her eyes. "No, you're mistaken."
"You told me last night."
"I was lying to mess with you."
"I gave you a truth-spilling potion. You couldn't have been lying."
"You didn't give me anything, Malfoy." She spat. She set the book down and stood up, pushing the chair back. She walked over to him and leaned down so that she was facing him. "You probably just imagined it. You were drunk, after all." She said. And with that, she walked out of the room.