Hermione's POV
I'm heartbroken. There's no other way to describe it.
As soon as i had caught a glimpse of what was going on in that cupboard I suddenly felt alone, used, useless. I pushed past Draco and ran back to the common room tears streaming down my face.
"Well Miss Granger, you seem to be in quite the state." Snape's portrait commented but opened nether the less. Good. I was not in the mood for explaining my predicament. I opened the door of my bedroom and flung myself onto my bed, now sobbing.
How could i be so incredibly...stupid?
Why would he want me when he could have her? I'm just that know it all mudblood. I may be the Brightest witch of my age, but i believed him when he said 'I love you.' It's quite remarkable really, this one thing that you can't see, smell or touch can make you feel so full and amazing, or make you feel so empty and alone. That thing is love.
I sit there for what feels like an eternity and think about what could have been. Then my thoughts wander back to the time in the Three broomsticks. He saw Lavender and then acted suspicious! I guess i know why now.... How long has this been going on? I take out my wand and put a locking charm on my bedroom door; I'm not in the mood to be told 'I told you so' by Malfoy. I pull a pillow close to me and weep into it. Why me?
Draco's POV
Stupid Weasel. Is he really that much of a numbskull that he can't even see a great thing in front of him? Who on this planet is idiotic enough to pick that bimbo Brown of Granger. At least Granger has brains. I sigh as i hurry towards the common room. I guess it's up to me to make her feel better then.
"Did Granger come back here?" I ask Snape's portrait.
"Yes, Mr Malfoy. Miss Granger was in quite a state when she arrived a few moments ago. But was in no mood for conversation." Snape drawls in response. Oh great.
"Thanks." I say as i step into the common room. I immediately walk over to Granger's room and knock. I can hear audible sobs from the other side of the door.
"Granger?" I hear sniffles and the sobs stop. "Can i come in?"
"G-go a-way M-M-Malfoy." Her voice trembles. I sigh. I try turning the doorknob but of course she's charmed it. I should really stop doubting her intelligence.
"Hermione, please." The sniffles stop. And i hear her undoing the spell. I twist the doorknob and see her sat up on her bed, wand still in hand, mascara running down her pale cheeks. I've never seen her look so broken.
"J-just say it. T-tell me that you told me so. T-that I'd never be good enough for him, for anyon-" and at that moment her voice cracked, she dropped her wand and she began sobbing again. I slowly walk over to her and sat next to her, wrapping my arms around her and allowing her to cry into my chest.
"Shhhh, don't say that! It's not your fault that Weasel's a prick, you're way to good for him." I say attempting to comfort her. Anger started boiling inside of me, how dare that Weasel treat her like this! Wait....why should i care? Because...because..i just do i guess.
She keeps crying for a few moments before lifting her head slightly to look at me.
"W-why are you being nice to me? I'm a m-mudblood." I flinch slightly at the use of that word. I regret every time I've ever called her it before.
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The Princess and The Ferret.
RomanceHermione Granger, the Brightest Which of her Age and the Gryffindor Princess and Draco Malfoy, The Teenage Deatheater and ferret? Surely not! When Hermione is made to share a Common Room with Malfoy will all be forgotten? Or will the Ghosts of thei...