From the Point of View of a Mudblood

Chapter 27: Chocolate and Hexes

Hermione is sitting in the Great Hall with one best friend on either side of her, as if to protect her from all of the evil in the world. Two third year Hufflepuffs walk by and murmur something, and by the way they exchange glances at Hermione, it's about her breakup on the train.
"I heard that she broke up with him because he slept with Ginny."
"That's ridiculous, they broke up because he couldn't stand dating a muggle born."
Hermione slams her fork on the table and rushes out, tired of listening to the crap people make up to sound important. Harry and Ron exchange worried expressions and quickly followed her out. Draco chased after the boys, knowing what he needed to say to apologize.
Hermione was leaning against a nearby wall just outside of the Great Hall when Harry and Ron found her. Her face was glistening with tears and her mouth only allowed muffled sobs to leave it. Her breathing was uneven and ragged. Her body was shaking as if she were naked in the snow. The final members of the Golden Trio rushed to her sides and tried to comfort her.
"Do you want us to sneak into Honeydukes to get you some chocolate?" Hermione giggled at this statement.
"Harry, I think Professor Lupin rubbed off on you last year. Chocolate doesn't fix everything, though. But thank you."
Hermione tried to force a small smile onto her wet face, but the boys didn't buy the gesture.
As Hermione was beginning to calm down, another boy appeared at the entrance to the Great Hall. He was looking around for something-or someone- when he spotted Hermione and the wizards at her sides. As he came closer, she noticed his hair, his platinum blond hair that was gelled down to one side. Then his eyes came into view. His striking silver eyes that changed color with his mood. Right now, the silver looked like a dark grey, like clouds during a thunderstorm. He stopped about six feet away from the three Gryffindors next to the wall. Ron instantly began to pull his hand into a fist and loosened his grip on Hermione's shoulder.
"Calm down, Weasel. I just want to talk to her."
"I don't want to hear it, Malfoy," Hermione croaked. Her voice was scratchy from her sobs.
"Please, Hermione." Draco took a step forward and began to place a hand into her shoulder.
"I said I didn't want to hear it! Why can't you get that through your thick skull! I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to hear you. I don't want to look at you." Her eyes were red and puffy and she sniffed at the last word. "So leave me the bloody hell alone, Malfoy. Or else I'll hex you into the next millennium!" She flung herself into Ron's shoulder and began to soak his shirt with tears. The anger and pain in her voice left a sting in each of her words. Each syllable was like a stab into Draco's chest. He couldn't move. He could hardly breath. Hermione turned back around and glared at Draco when she didn't hear him leave.
"Stupefy!" Her voice echoes through the empty halls as Draco flies back into a wall, leaving his rubbing his head and groaning in pain. She stormed passed the Great Hall and towards the Gryffindor tower, having lost her appetite.