Do You Have a Pass? //Dramione AU//

5

"What are you doing here?" Hermione hissed. She had dragged Draco out into the hall by his sleeve. 

Draco took another bite of his muffin. "Well, I am the co-head, I'm pretty sure I need to be at the meetings." He smirked. "Although it might have helped if you had told me, instead of my dear old mother getting a reminder from McGonagall."

Hermione just glared. "Well, I didn't get a chance to, now did I?"

"That's right, you stormed out so quickly. What's wrong, Granger? Has McGonagall finally figured out you aren't Little Miss Perfect?"

That one stung. Hermione looked away, then took a deep breath. "Fine, whatever." She muttered, taking out her phone. "What's your number?"

"Aww, Granger, all you had to do was ask." He winked, reciting his number. 

Hermione texted him her schedule. "If you're going to be a part of this, you have to learn to rules of the trade. So you'll be sticking with me the first week." Hermione paused at this, swallowing her irritation. "Study the schedule I sent you. If you have questions, ask me at the meeting on Monday, before school. Don't be late, Draco."

Draco just shrugged, hiking his bag up on his shoulder. Hermione took that as an invitation to leave. She spun around, about to enter the room and explain things to the others. But she paused. 

"Oh, and Draco?"

"What?"

"Lose my number."

  ❀ DYHAP ❀     

 Hermione had a headache, which was a very rare occurrence. 

After Draco left, she walked into a room of chaos and outrage. Draco... he was notorious. Every hall monitor had to deal with him at one point, and many of them (particularly the girls) had been left in tears after an encounter with him. 

There were a million questions flying at Hermione like knives, and she felt the beginning pulses in her head. 

"Everyone, be quiet!" she yelled, and they all shut up in shock. Hermione never  yelled. 

She sighed, loathing Draco Malfoy for making her like this. "I'm sorry guys, just... look I know the situation sucks. Trust me, I know. But we're just going to have to make it work for the time being. McGonagall spoke, and we have to listen. I... I'm sorry." 

The bell chose that moment to ring, and Hermione internally dissolved in relief. Her fellow hall monitors left, muttering, and Hermione began to clean up. She felt a tear seep out, but wiped it away furiously. No more crying. Not because of him. He already made her break her vow yesterday...

"Draco? Draco, please open the door. Please." Hermione's voice trembled, and she felt hysterical tears streaming down her face. She pounded at the door, falling to her knees. Her legs no longer felt like legs, but like wobbly stilts. 

"Draco, please," she sobbed. "Don't go. I'm sorry for whatever I did. I'll do better. I promise."

Draco didn't answer. 

"Draco... you're my only friend. You're my best friend. Please. I... I love you."

The air was suddenly too thick, too full of silence, and Hermione scrambled up and ran blindly back to her house, stumbling up to her room. 

She cried for hours. And when she finally opened her crusty eyes, there were reinforced steel barriers around her, and no one was getting in. Not Draco, not anyone. She would never shed a tear for another person again.