The Break-Up (Dramione)

The exiled witch

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Hermione's pov

How did this happen?

This is the question I kept pondering as the day progressed.

Of course I still went to all my classes. What did they expect? I'm Hermione Granger. They can't keep me from my education. I could be seconds away from dying and I still would have gone to my classes as per usual!

However, everyone avoided me. If I walked by groups of people, they would all fall silent and pretend to be busy with something else. But as soon as I would pass, I could feel their eyes bore into my back and the hushed whispers would resume. I knew they were all talking about me. I knew what they were saying about me.

I dumped Ron Weasley. Or so they think.

Not even that, but supposedly I was a total bitch about it. It hurts. What maybe hurts even more than the heartbreak itself, is the fact that everyone seems to believe it. Nah, who am I kidding? The heartbreak definitely hurts more.

Whenever I think back to last night it hurts all over again. I feel the tugging at my heart and my stomach painfully clenches together. It hurts to breathe and I have to close my eyes and focus on my breathing until the worst of it goes away. How did this happen?

I see the two of them, standing next to each other, in my minds eye again. The way I heard them laughing with each other when we came across them. He was kissing her.... They have been kissing before... God, they even had sex together. And I don't know how many times! I feel dirty. Moreover, I feel that overwhelming feeling of pain again. Ron was with someone else... After we have done the most intimate of intimate things together, he betrayed me. How can I ever recover from that? My trust is completely destroyed. I really wish I could talk to Harry right now. Or Ginny. Even Neville. But they all seem to be avoiding me.

I stumble towards the library. My safe haven. Dinner should be in full swing by now, but I'm not hungry. And I know better than to show my face in there. I step inside the library and find it is vacant. This is the best thing that has happened to me all day. I walk over to a table in the far back, throw my bag in seat, slump down in another and drop my face on the table with a heavy sigh. How did this happen? Tears well up in my eyes again and I feel the urge to scream, but I keep it inside.

Suddenly, I hear a noise close by and I shoot up. "Who's there?" I ask.

"Hermione?" I hear someone answer. Luna steps from behind one of the book cases and walks to my table. She lingers about a foot away from the table and takes in the sight of me.

I must admit, it can't have been great. Disheveled hair, red and puffy eyes, shoulders slumped.

"What are you doing here?" I ask. "I thought no one else was here."

"Oh, I wasn't that hungry. And I was searching for a book to give to Neville. What are you doing here?" she replies.

"I wasn't hungry either." I say.

She looks at me for another few moments and I can tell she is going to say something.

"So, is it true?" she asks. There it is.

"Would you believe me if I said no?" I don't really know what else to say and I highly doubt anyone will believe me.

"I don't know Hermione. I don't see why either of you would lie about this. But if it's true what Ron said, I really have to say that that was not nice of you, what you said to him. I'm going to leave now. Bye Hermione." And with that she leaves me.

I'm alone again.

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During the next few hours, some students come and go in the library. But none pay me much mind and steer away from my table. No one looks at me or talks to me. I don't mind. I want to be alone with my thoughts and sorrow anyway. Pity party for one, anyone?

After everyone else has left the library, I start to gather my stuff and head towards my room. I dump my stuff on the floor and gather my things for a trip to the bathroom. I think I'm in need of a good soak. I walk to the Head's bathroom and go inside.

Absentmindedly I flick my wand to open the tabs and let the water flow into the tub. I open another tab that opens the soap. I pick lavender. To calm my nerves and because it smells nice. I strip of my clothes and get into the water. A tiny bit of tension instantly leaves my body. But it's not much. I dip my head underwater and revel in the silence. It's very peaceful under water. I stay under until I'm almost out of breath and break the surface gasping for air. I rub my hands over my eyes and blink a few times before I open them completely. I nearly scream.

On the other side of the bathroom is none other than Malfoy. Who looks at me with a grin.

"Forgot to lock the door again?" he says as he stays where he is.

"It wasn't locked? Shit." I say.

Malfoy raises his eyebrows. As if he has never heard me swear before. Grow up Malfoy, I think to myself.

"Nope. And please stop making a habit of this, Granger. It's getting annoying." He moves to one side of the room.

"I will. I hate seeing you too. And please don't even think of getting into the bath with me."

At that Malfoy nearly laughs. "I want to get clean, not dirty, Granger. I wouldn't get into that water if my life depended on it."

"Good riddance, if you're life really depended on it, I would have let you in. One less evil prick on this planet." I fume.

He has the audacity to snicker. "Maybe you should keep this energy and use it for something else. Like your problem with the little weasel." Immediately my heart stings. For a few blissful seconds I had forgotten about him. And that...

I stare into the distance as Malfoy steps into a cubicle. I hear his clothes drop on the floor and the shower turned on. I don't know how many minutes it takes, but eventually I register that the water stops flowing and I hear shuffling inside. After a while Malfoy steps outside, still drying his hair.

"Why didn't you say anything?" I ask quietly, without looking at him.

"What, Granger? Can't hear you. You have to speak up. Or did they not teach you that in the muggle word?" he answers.

I look at him. "Why didn't you say anything? About what happened? You were there. Maybe if you told people what really happened they would believe me."

He scoffs. "And why would I do that? It's nothing to me."

"Because it's the right thing to do. Everyone hates me now. Even my friends." I lower my eyes.

"And I should care, why? I hardly see how that's my problem. It's only amusing to me to see how everyone has turned their back on you. Truly, very entertaining."

"You're vile, Malfoy. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. Even you." I don't have any energy left in me to fight him.

He shrugs. "That's your mistake. It's fine from where I'm sitting." He gathers his stuff and leaves.

And for the second time that day.

I'm alone.

I stay in the water a little longer to calm my nerves from the encounter with Malfoy.

I shouldn't be surprised that Malfoy doesn't care. But it hurts a little though, I don't even know why.

I sigh and decide to just get out of the bath and get to bed.

Once out of the water I get dressed and walk my way back to my room. Inside I drop everything on the floor and just get into bed.

I just want to get away from the world for a while in sime blissful sleep.

God help me get through this mess...