Drarry-Why him?(DISCONTINUED)

Hermione

Harry P.O.V.

Hermione pulled me into the broom closet after class. "Harry," She said, "did Ginny cheat on you?" Her face was one of sorrow, I nodded my head.

"I thought we were dating at least," I said swallowing, "when we were in the ROR and I told Dra-" I cleared my throat. "When I told Malfoy off, I said 'At least my Girlfriend is real' and then she smiled at me and said 'so we are dating?' She even put a bet on me and her with George and Fred." Hermione pressed her lips in a flat line and looked down.

"How do we tell Ron?" She whispered.

"I don't know that we do." I said in return

"Are you kidding?" She raised her voice, "We have to tell him Harry, He'll be mad if he finds out for himself!" She pulled me into a hug, "I never would have thought Ginny, of all people, would be one to cheat." She pulled away and headed to the door, "Come on, we'll be late for our next class if we don't hurry." She opened the door and I followed her out. I'm stressed about seeing Draco in class, why the hell was he the one I had to save? He probably hates me for that. Me and Hermione rushed to the D.A.D.A. classroom, Hermione had to lead me to my seat.

Malfoy P.O.V.

Harry and Granger walked into the classroom together, Harry had his head down and the girl was pushing him into the direction of his seat. Weasley said something I couldn't hear and both the two shook their heads. I pulled my eyes away from the group and focused on the black board in the front. We were supposed to be writing down notes for defense against the dark arts(D.A.D.A.)I couldn't help but look back at the boy, why had he saved me? I don't know how to feel about it, should I be mad, upset, happy, or just accept it as nothing? I'm very confused, once again Potter has me questioning life. I was glad we got to a first name basis, but this, this was sudden, I don't know why his precious was me, I need to know his true feelings. He must have felt my eyes on him because he turned to look at me, when we met eyes he pulled back away and slammed his head on the desk, resting it there. I don't know what the fuck any of this means! The class was unbearably long, I couldn't focus on a single thing that was happening.

We were being dismissed from class, trying to make it out of there as soon as possible I felt a tug at my collar, as soon as I turned I was shoved into the broom closet. My eyes readjusted, to the sudden light to dark, to light again, change. I blinked rapidly, finally focusing on a feminine face. Once again, it was Granger. 

She turned away from me, her lips pressed into a flat line, pulling the door slightly open and sticking her head out. She swings the door open and jumps out, quickly pulling herself and one other in, she closed the door and spun to face us. I looked over at the boy to find Harry with wide eyes. Granger sucked in a big breath, she looked me in the eye,  turning to look at Harry, switching between the two of us, "We have some serious things to talk about." She said folding her arms over her chest. I don't know why Granger pulled me and Harry in here. My eyes flicked over to the boy, only to see him looking at his feet which were dancing around awkwardly. 

"Why are we here?" I asked putting my hands in my pocket, "Why am I here?" I rephrased.

The girl looked over at Harry, "Care to explain?" Harry looked up at her slowly, not lifting his head so it honestly looked kind of creepy. He sighed, lifting his head up and turning himself in my direction. All he said was, "Hermione's trying to become a therapist." He turned for the door but she blocked his exit, "Let me leave 'Mione." She shook her head. 

"What's a therapist?" I asked, furrowing my brows and dragging my lips into a frown.

Harry turned around, looked at me than back at Granger, they started laughing, hard and then lightly. She wiped away a single tear, "Oh, Harry we can't laugh at that!" She said pushing him from the door, "It's what muggle's call help from another person. Well, Mental help really."