𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺
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hermione was two seconds away from throwing up her breakfast at the sight of ron snogging the living day lights out of lavendar. like seriously, they were basically eating each other.
hermione wanting to keep her meal down, quickly left the great hall, desperately trying to get the hormones that were on her robes off her body.
she didn't know where to go. it was a saturday, meaning she had no classes for the next two days, and for some odd reason, she didn't want to go to the library, so after a moments hesitation, she went to last place she would ever step foot in again.
moaning myrtle's bathroom.
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whimpering. thats was the first thing that fled hermione's ears as she walked threw the paint chipped door; but it was obviously moaning myrtle, right?
wrong. it was a blond haired slytherin, that goes by the name of draco malfoy, but hermione didn't know that yet.
as hermione walked slowly into the depressing bathroom, she heard the crying get louder.
she know she should just turn around and not look back but something was telling her to go see who it was, so she did.
"hello," hermione says, her voice coming out in a whisper.
the crying stopped at the sound of a voice.
"hello." hermione repeats, placing her hand around her ear, like she can hear any better with it around her ear.
then hermione feels coldness seep through her like she just stepped into a freezer and she looks up, knowing who it was.
hermione puts on a fake smile and greets the ghost, "hello myrtle. how are you?"
myrtle just looks at the girl in front of her, and frowns slightly, not even acknowledging the girl's greeting.
"he's crying, you know? the boy." myrtle starts. her voice etched with sorrow, "he has a job. won't tell me what it is but he's been here for weeks just crying and telling me how bad it is." her glasses falling slightly when she shakes her head.
hermione just nods at the ghost and starts walking to the sobbing that led to the front of the bathroom. he was standing in front of a mirror.
draco.
with his sweater discarded, he was just left in his white dress shirt, but it was drenched in sweat and maybe tears.
and not even giving time to think about her actions, she walks up to the broken boy and just stands next to him, a few feet apart, but she was there, ready to comfort him when he noticed that she was there when he needed it.
it had been five minutes but hermione didn't say anything. she didn't want to. she wasn't even sure if he knew she was even standing there.
but of course, beknownst to hermione, draco knew she was there. he's known she was there since the minute she walked through the bathroom, feeling her presence since the beginning.
and without any acknowledgment from either of them, draco looks at hermione, his grey eyes glistening with the tears that were threatening to falling out. and with his shirt hanging off his skinny frame, he just shrugs as a response to her but hermione just stares right back at him.
she shrugs back to him and walks up to him slowly, putting her steady hand on top of his. his were shaking. they just stand there for what feels like hours, and they face the mirror that was in front of them while every now and then, they look at each other through it.
