Jar of Hearts (EDITING)

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Normal POV

More than a week had passed since Ginny and Harry found out about Hermione and Draco. More than a week of joy. More than a week of love. Of happiness.

The four of them would hang out, not really caring about anything-well expect Draco that went on and on about seeing him with three Gryffindors.

The last week, for Hermione, was like she was reborn. She had forgotten the pain, for a while. And she was glad-glad for Draco. That he was there. She had never thought that she could be even friends with him. Not even in her wildest dreams. But she was glad.

"I love you." Draco murmured on Hermione's forehead at the last night before lessons start again.

They were sitting by the fire, covered by a blanket.

Hermione shivered at the gentle touch of his lips on her skin. A smile crossed her face. "Can you say it again? I want to record it- in case I won't have the chance to hear it again." She whispered.

Draco raised his brows. "Why wouldn't you have the chance to hear it again?" He said, with a bitter voice that made Hermione to hold her breath.

She briefly shrugged. She had been thinking about it all day. If he stops loving me? If he just doesn't want...?"School starts tomorrow. I assume you don't want to be seen with a mud-"

Draco stiffened. He sat back, a but away from her. His lips curled into a thin line. He locked his eyes on the fire, like the flames were interesting. "You think I am a filthy coward? That I'll stop loving you just because of the others? Do you think I am that stupid?" He snapped.

Hermione shook her head. "No, it's just-"

"That you don't trust me. Or that you don't believe that I can really feel anything." He said, narrowing his eyes.

"No, Draco, I thought-"She said, trying to argue before Draco interrupted her.

"That I never felt anything?" The hurt was crystal clear in his voice. "Or that I am just a foul loathsome evil little cockroach?" He said every word like a hurtful song.

Hermione shook her head as she looked at him."No! I just-"

"Don't feel-"

"Can I talk?" Hermione said sharply when he interrupted her for the third time. Draco pressed his lips but nodded. "Thanks." She said quietly. "I thought that you didn't want to be seen with me. I know how much you care about the blood status and your reputation. I don't want to ruin anything." She said, crossing her arms and looking away from him.

Draco's head burnt. "Maybe you don't want to be seen with me, is that it?"

"No! I don't care what they say." She said, her voice barely any louder than a humble whisper.

Draco nodded slightly. "Good. Because I don't give a shit about what they are going to say. I've gotten used to it anyways."

Hermione's eyes slid from the fire to him, slowly, while his eyes slid on her. They looked at each other for a moment; Draco looking at her with a face of brief pain and frown while Hermione looked at him in confusion.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak but then shut it again. She didn't have a reply.

Then Draco extended his hand. Hermione looked down at his hand, deciding if she would take the offer or not. Then she carefully placed her hand into his and Draco squeezed her hand and drew her closer to him. Hermione rested her head on his shoulder and Draco traced his hand through her hair as he kissed her forehead murmuring I'm sorry.

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The next day, a big majority of the school would gasp at Hermione and Draco as they walked together. Walking together and smiling. Holding each other's hand.

One of them was Pansy Parkinson. The lovesick couple walked passed her, without noticing her. Pansy frowned. She didn't like to share things. She swore on revenge. An evil smile crossed her face.

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Hermione glanced terrified at the luminous steel. Her heartbeats beating faster every time the cold blade would touch her bare throat. She wanted to vomit while tears appeared in her eyes-tears she wouldn't shed. She shuddered at her warm blood streaming down her flesh. She closed her eyes and prayed for a quick plan.

Think, Hermione, think.

She needed her wand. But it was ten inches away from her; she couldn't reach it.

Accio wand.

Nothing happened. The wand didn't move an inch.

Accio wand.

A small shake. Just one more time.

Accio wand.

"Oh, not so fast, mudblood." A cold voice said. Shit.

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"Potter! Weasley!" Draco Malfoy shouted at the couple as he came running. They were out in the Quidditch pitch, and Gryffindor was ready to begin their practice.

Harry and Ginny turned to Draco as some Gryffindors groaned.

"What happened?" Harry asked him when he saw his terrified look.

He tried to catch his breath. His forehead was shining from the sweat. "Hermione," he breathed, "I don't know where she is. I've look everywhere. She skipped even a class. I know you have practice," said Draco, raising his brows as he eyed the rest Gryffindors, "but I wouldn't come if it wasn't important."

Harry pressed his lips, then turned to his team, "Ron, you are the captain for now. Make sure they all train well," then he turned to Ginny, "Come, if you want." And then, with no other words, he walked inside the castle.

A moment later, Ginny and Draco followed.

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"If she is in the castle, her name will be somewhere in this map." Harry said to Ginny and Draco circling the whole surface of the Maurauders Map.

The three of them were in the library, in case Hermione was going to show up there.

Draco was walking up and down, chewing his lip, drowning the urge to break everything in this room.

"Is she there?" said Draco with a tone of anxiousness.

Harry shook his head. "No...unless..." he said, drumming his fingers against the wooden surface. Then he slowly gazed at Draco. "You. When you were in the Room of Requirements, you just disappeared in the map! I bet Hermione is there." He said and jumped off his chair.

Draco frowned. "You were watching me?" But then, he realized that Hermione could be there. With a beating heart, he run off the library-despite the yells of the librarian- and stormed to the room of requirements. She had to be there.