Draco's POV
If I proved myself? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Understanding her was like trying to solve a maze with no way out. Hermione was angelic, but confusing and I didn't understand. I was supposed to be wanted. My father always said so. But the girl I wanted was a mess.
I walked into the dorm, with a cloud of anger, sadness, and confusion storming around me. All I wanted was to go to sleep, to hide from the world around me. I changed into my pyjamas and fell asleep, pictures of the frizzy haired girl dancing in my mind.
Hermione's POV
A fool. I was a fool. Draco had asked me what I wanted, and I refused. Tears filled my eyes and I buried my face into my pillow. Nobody could see me like this. It was humiliating. I was smart. It wasn't like me to get caught up in a boy I couldn't have. But never less, I fell in love. The night washed over me and I fell into a dream filled sleep.
When morning came, I dragged myself to the hall for breakfast. I wasn't hungry, but not showing up would lead to questions. My hands shook as I saw Draco sitting at his table, looking bored as always. His eyes looked up at me, and a smirk came across his lips. With a quick turn if my head, I looked away and walked over to Harry and Ron.
I'm so sorry for not updating for so long. And I'm sorry for this chapter being so short. I'll do better. I've been really busy. Sorry. I feel so bad.
