Habits of my heart - A Dramione story

A dirty mirror and a lot of tears

Hermione walked. Walked for a few minutes back and forth. Back and forth right outside the boys bathroom on 7th floor. On the other side of the door, you could hear crying. Loud and clear. And she knew who was in there. That's why she was doubting the thought of going in. She couldn't burst in. It didn't feel right. Still. Nothing ever felt right anymore. She suddenly heard a feminin voice.

"Stop!" It was Moaning Myrtle.
"Stop it, tell me what's wrong, I can help you." She continued.

"Nobody can help me." Draco said. He was shaking.
"I can't do it....I can't....But if I don't do it, he'll kill me.

Hermione decided to go inside. She opened the door quielty, the last thing she wanted was to disturb them.

He was crying. Loud. Painful. Who knew it was possible to feel how other felt as they was crying. He suddenly looked up in the broken and dirty mirror.

"Get out of here, mudblood!"  He said while gasping after air.

Hermione didn't answer.

"I told you to leave." He was still crying.

"Draco...." The words wouldn't come out.

"He clearly dosen't want you here." Moaning Myrtle said.

"I don't want you here either." He spat.

He turned completely around. His eyes were red and swelled.

"Leave before I hex you."

"No, wait. You don't understand."

"Get out of here."

"Draco, it's important."

"Levitacorpus!" He screamed as he threw the spell at her.

She threw herself at the floor and stood up as quickly as possible.

"I don't want to fight you!"

"Then leave!"

"Stop attacking! Moaning Myrtle said.

"Confringo!" He screamed and threw another spell.
It didn't hit her.

"If this is how you want it....Petrificus Totalus!"

Draco jumped to the left and the spell hit the mirror and made it even more broken.

"Stop!" Moaning Myrtle started to shout.

"That's all you got, Mudblood?" He threw spell after spell and so did Hermione.
"Stop throwing spells! I beg you!" Moaning Myrtle was still trying to get them to stop. After a while they both gave up.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked.
"You said you had to tell me something important. Go on, tell me then." He said quickly.
"I said it because I care about you, and want to talk to you, we've been best friends since first year after all." Hermione said and smiled at him.
"Things have changed, I've grown up."
"It dosen't mean we can't be close."
"Yes, it does. Hermione, mind your own buisness! I don't need you! Go back to your dumb Gryffindor friends!" He said and looked down at his shoes.
"I don't care if you don't want me in your life anymore, I still care about you. And I will always care about you!"
"It's like you're addicted to me. It's annoying. You're annoying. Now get out of my way!" He said and pushed her aside. "Malfoy!" She screamed.
"Oh oh, trouble in paradise?" Moaning Myrtle smirked.
"Piss off." Hermione said and walked out of the bathroom and straight to the Gryffindor common room.

It was almost full and it took her some time before she found her friends. Ron, Ginny, Harry, Fred and George.
"Where have you been? Snogging with Malfoy in the boys bathroom?" Teased Fred. "Or maybe in the girls bathroom." George said. They both started to laugh.
"Shut up." Hermione said and walked up the stairs to the sixth year girls dorm.

She changed into her pysjamas and layed down on the amazing bed. The soft, silky and comfortable bed. She needed some alone time to sort out her thoughts. Draco's been acting weird since the start of the sixth year and he looks exhausted most of the time. Why now? Why not last year? Or next year? Why sixth year? And how dare he call her a mudblood? These were some of her thoughts, but she was thinking about so much more than that.
"Why am I always overthinking?" She whispered slowly. "Great, now I'm overthinking about the fact that I'm overthinking." She continued.
Laughter and talk from downstairs became louder and she heard someone walking upstairs, so she pretended to sleep for a long time, and she suddenly fell asleep. Her mind full of thoughts and her eyes full of tears.