Ch 1: Hermione

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Chapter one.

Parvati Patil told me that there was something I should see in the common room, something to do with Ron. I stumbled off, fearing the worst, he could be hurt, he could be... Dead. I was so panicky that I ran right into Malfoy. He took one look at me, and sneered "What are you doing running through the corridors, you disgusting little mudblood."

I scowled.

"whatever."

I ran blindly... I still don't know how I managed to get back to the common room. "Gillyweed" I gasped, gulping down breaths.

"What's the matter dear?" The fat lady asked me kindly.

"Nothing," I said "it doesn't matter"

"Okay" she murmured, she understood that some things feel worse when said out loud.

I fell in the haste to get back into the common room, I looked up as I stood, and saw Lavender with her tongue down someone's throat again, she turned around quickly, looking very guilty... I saw who she was kissing, Ron.

We had been going out for about two months now. He hurt me."You are a selfish, horrid little pig Ronald Weasly!" I screamed "I get spattergroit once, and you're already sticking your tongue down Lavenders throat! How could you!!!!" The anger was growing

"Hermione, it isn't like tha-"

"I DON'T CARE HOW IT'S LIKE! YOU ARE A LOUSY BOYFRIEND, AND A LOUSY FRIEND!"

"Hermione, really I-"

"I hate you."

Tears of anger, frustration and pain burned my eyes. "I hate you..." I whispered. At that point the anger had fizzed out making room for pain and shock. I turned and ran back through the portrait hole away from Ron.

I ran blind, not knowing for sure where I was going... Right into Draco. I ran into him and got knocked to the floor. I tried to apologise, but my throat was so full of tears I couldn't speak, I just cried.

Draco held out his hand, which was surprisingly warm and soft... He pulled me to my feet, I was still sobbing uncontrollably. What he did then surprised me, he pulled me into him closely, he was warm, I fitted next to him like a glove, like we were made for one another, like we belonged. He held me close for what seemed like an age, we didn't talk, I just cried into his shoulder.

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