The Break-Up (Dramione)

Chapter 3

General pov

Hermione suddenly woke up in the middle of the night because of a storm raging on outside. She could see the flashes of light trough her curtains. Every now and then there would be a loud thundering noise. At every thunderstrike Hermione would squirm in fear. She hates storms. Always has, but after the war her fear only got worse.

She draws the covers up to her face and lays there for about 20 minutes until she decides it would be best to distract herself. It seems like it that the storm will not stop soon. She ponders about her options for a moment before she decides she might as well just go take a shower. She's wide awake now anyways. Besides, showers always have a calming effect on her nerves.

She pushes the covers off and gets out of bed to gather her stuff. She opens the door and steps outside of the portrait. She looks around and sees no one, which isn't a surprise at this hour. She continues her way towards the bathroom.

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General pov

Somewhere in the dungeons, Draco also woke up because of the storm. After a few minutes he is fully awake too, staring at the ceiling.

That's what war does to you.

You woke up at every little noise, because you always had to be on your toes and once you were awake, you weren't able to get back to sleep so easily.

He checks the magic clock next to his bed. 00:15. He decides he should go for a walk around the hallways. There will probably be no one around at this hour, so he takes his chances. He gets out of bed, puts on some pants and an oversized shirt. He steps out of the portrait and starts to make his way through the dungeon.

Draco has made his way up to the third floor and so far he hasn't come across anyone. He's whistling a soft tune until he hears footsteps coming from around the corner. He quickly steps into the shadow at the other side of the hallway and waits until this other person comes walking around the corner.

Hermione makes her way towards the bathroom deep in thoughts. She was still thinking about all the things that happened in the war. She had already grieved a great deal after it had all ended, but she could still feel a big empty hole somewhere in her heart. A hole that could never be filled. She misses everyone dearly. A tear slips out of her eye and she quickly brushes it away. She rounds the corner and takes her wand out to unlock the door to the bathroom.

Just as she was about to do this someone grabs her from behind and pushed her against the wall. In a reflex she drops everything she is holding and pushes her wand against this other person's chest. She is silently proud of her quick reflexes, but feels a little sad knowning that it is all thanks to the war.

As she looks up so lookes in to the eyes of the person who had grabbed her. She can see that the have grey eyes, a dark grey because of the lack of light.

It's Malfoy. "Granger," he hisses. "Malfoy, what are you doing out here? And why do you have to keep pushing me against walls? It's starting to get annoying." He sneers. "What I do out here is none of your damn business. I thought I made it clear that I wasn't really fond of having to see you around here."

Hermione's pov

"Well tough luck. You shouldn't have come out then, because I wasn't planning of staying in my room the entire time just to please you. I have things to do and I cannot help it that you run into me some times" I say.

He pushes me harder against the wall. "I don't care about what you do in your time. I just don't want to have to see your kind walking around these halls. Especially you."

"Jeez Malfoy, you sure know how to charm a girl, do you?" I push him of me.

"Charm you? Not in your wildest dream. I wouldn't want to catch germs."

"Ah, I was just about to wash those off in the shower. So, if you'll let me pass. Asshole." I drawl. I push past him and quickly slip into the bathroom.

I don't understand what came over me. I guess I just really wasn't in the mood this night to be complacent. I'm actually happy I stood my ground and gave him some piece of mind.

I close the door quickly.

This time I didn't forget to lock the doors, and once this is done I let out a breath of relieve. I guess some people can't change. Not even by a war.

I wait for a moment to see if I can still hear something from the other side of the door. At first I hear nothing, but then I can faintly hear footsteps receding.

He left. Thank god.

I turn on the shower with a flick of my wand and start getting undressed. I step inside the cabinet and immediately feel better now that I feel the steaming hot water gliding over my skin. Even though the hot water makes me feel slightly better, I still feel anger about my previous encounter with Malfoy.

Everyone can see that he is struggling just as much as everyone else. Everybody is having a hard time adjusting to the new situation in which we find ourselves left by some people we have deeply loved. Everyone lost people. That's the way it works. War takes a toll on everyone. There is no way that Malfoy has not, in one way or another, suffered. And I can't get my head around the fact that he is still so stubborn about these ridiculous believes in which people with muggle parents are inferior to purebloods. It actually annoys me that he hasn't let go of those.

I had heard a few rumours about how things had been for him. I mean, we all know he was set up to kill Dumbledore, but what happened after he walked over to the Dark Side is mostly guess work. People say that after the war his father had been captured by the Ministry and is in Azkaban until the trials start. The thing that is mostly unclear is about his mother. Some say she is in St. Mungo and others say she has locked herself inside the Malfoy Manor. It must be hard for Malfoy.

Nevertheless his previous actions have showed me that he has made no effort to change his beliefs towards people like me, therefore I will not treat him differently just the same. But for the sake of both our positions as Heads, I'll try my hardest to be civil. It's clear that we both don't like this set up, but we'll have to make the best of it.

After a while I decide that I have been here long enough and get out of the shower. I get back into my pyjamas and make my way outside. The hall is empty again, which must mean that Malfoy has either gone back to his room or is still walking around. Either way, I don't really care and start walking to my room. I step inside and immediately go lie in bed. The storm has finally passed and soon I find my lids dropping and slipping into a dreamless sleep.

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