Our Complicated Love.

Are You okay?

A/N: Stupid chapter name, I know, but who cares? There is going to be a little bit of Hermione and Draco in this chapter, but no dramione yet!

The trio where sitting in the common in their favourite chairs next to the fire. Hemione was the fisrt to speak. " So, Harry, how did you get your potion so good?" Harry feigned a look of mock offense. " How do you know I didn't just suddenly become good at potions.?" He said as he crossed his arms. 

Hermione raised her eyebrow. " Well for on, Harry, you basically told us it wasn't you in the first place, two, no offense Harry... But..." She trailed off. That angered Harry a little. " No offense what?" He asked." I know I've never been particullalry good at potions, but just because you are really good at everything doesn't mean you can point out to others how they aren't as good as you. "

Hermione gasped. " No Harry that's not what I ment ! Well, I didn't think you would take it that way! I'm sorry!" Harry was still grumpy. " Whatever" He grumbled.

"So whatwas it then?" Ron asked. Harry sighed. " The book Slughorn gave me.. Someone else wrote in it already. It was really annoying at first, but then when I started listening to what he said to do, it really worked! " He pulled the book out of his book bag and flipped to the back of it. " I think he called himself the half blood prince or something...  Yeah right here"

He showed  the book to Hermione and Ron. " Right here" He pointed to the spot were the name Half Blood Prince was scribbled. " I don't know who he is, or was, but he was very helpfull. " Hermione frowned. " How do you know it wasn't a girl?" Ron snorted. " It's obviously a boy, Hermione. He calls himself the half blood prince. " That wasn't enough evidence for hermione . " Maybe that was their last name?" She suggested. " I doubt it." Harry said

" It doesn't matter anyway." Hermione said " All that maters is that you have to give the book back." Hermione  placed her hands in her lap. " What? No!" Harry cried." I'm not giving it back!" Ron had is own say too. " Have you gone mad Hermione? Why would harry give that book back  when it won him Felix Felcius?" Hermione through her hands up in the air in a fit of frustration. " Exactly! That book won him the potion." " How do you know Harry couldn't have the potion without the book?" Ron asked. " Well ... I don't know if he couldn't have but still!"  " I'm not giving it back and that's final!" Harry snapped. Hermione grumbled. " Ishould be heading to Arthmancy anyway." And with saying that she started packing her bags.

" Harry what do we have?" Harry pulled out "  Because all you have to do to pass it is predict your death. " Ron brightened. " That's right. Well we better go then" 

Hermione walked through the potrait hole and turned right, heading for the stair case that would lead her to her class.

She reached the stair case and took her first few steps when she heard a sort of muffled moan. She frowned. no one but herself was up on that floor. 

She turned to the direction she heard the moan. She opened the door to the small tower a small crack and peered through.

It was Malfoy. He was standing with his back to her looking down at the ground below. Hermione noiced he had a letter in his hands. He lifted the letter to his eyes and sighed. He dragged his hand through his hair and placed it back on the ledge. 

Hermione opened the door all the way. Malfoy turned around and Hermione noticed his eyes were red and his hairs was messy. The way it had been the last few days.

Malfoy glared. " What do you want, mudblood?" He sneered. Hermione was taken aback. " Uhm.. I was just wondering.." She didn't know what to say. " Are you okay?" She blurrted out.

" How dare you even speak to me you filth" He glared harder. He crumpled the letter in his fist. 

Hermione's jaw dropped. She was wondering if he was okay and this was what she got in return?

Hermione stood straight and cluttched her bag. " You right, Malfoy. I don't know why I bothered wasting my time being nice to you. " She turned around and started marching away. 

Draco laughed a cruel, harsh laugh and watched her leave the tower. How dare such a filthy mudblood speek to him? Especially her, Potter's girl siddekick. He shudderd. He had more important thing sto be thnking about. He turned his attention back to his letter.

A/N: Sorry this is really short! I really want to continue with this story but i don't think many people are reading. If you are reading, please review! Reviews mean so much to me!