Forbidden Destiny (Dramione)

Chapter 1

Hermione's POV:
Hermione traipsed wearily up the stairs after dinner, looking forward to relaxing in the common room. Her voice was quiet as she mumbled the password and entered into the common room. She looked around and saw Ron, head resting on none other than Lavender Browns shoulder. He then lifted his head and kissed her. Hermione was disgusted, he kissed his ex whilst going out with her, she cried. She ran down the stairs to the basement, where funnily enough she ran last time he kissed Lavender. It had been a full month since the term had started and Hermione had really been looking forward to her trip to Hogsmeade with Ron. But she knew her plans had changed.

Draco's POV:
Draco was walking up the stairs, a different route, when he saw that the mudblood Granger was sitting sobbing her heart out on the steps. He wondered what was happening and what he should do. I mean it's not like he had feelings for her or anything. He went up to her and said sneerily,
"What's up Mudblood? Weasel dumped you, oh no I bet he kissed someone else!" He said jokingly.
"Yeah actually he did. Lavender Brown. But it's not like you care," she mumbled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. However Draco couldn't help feeling a pang of sympathy. He convinced himself that he hated her and that he could have nothing to do with her because she was a disgraced name in the Malfoy household.
"Oh right, em... Get over it Granger, it's not like anyone cares about you," he said, feeling guilty because he did care about her. Sort of. He wouldn't admit it to himself. She sobbed a little more heavily now, bowing her head in her hands.
"Look, em...I'm sorry Herm...hermi...mudblood. I take it back. I'm sure someone cares about you, that person not being me," he said gulping at the last sentence.
"Thanks, I guess," she said rather disappointedly Draco thought. He headed back up the stairs, past a sniffing Hermione, glancing back on his way up.

Hermione's POV:
Hermione thought about her conversation with Draco, remembering every single detail. Did he really hate her that much, he bothered to stop and talk to her at least. She then snapped back to reality, about Ron. She was going to have to confront him somehow because he didn't know that Hermione saw him with Lavender. He was in for a tough night. Hermione stormed up the stairs and slammed the common room door open.
"Where's Ronald?" she demanded.
"He's in his bed, why?" Seamus replied but Hermione didn't answer his question, instead she sprinted up to his bedroom, not caring what the rules were, full of anger and frustration. She was planning in her head what she was going to say to him. She angrily half ran into his room where he was lying in his bed asleep.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley wake up this instant," she shouted, shaking him. He didn't wake up, he was in a deep sleep. She went into the bathroom and filled Harry's toothbrush glass with ice cold water and chucked it over Rons head. He woke up.
"Hermione, what the bloody hell are you doing?" he yelled. Hermione plonked herself on to Rons bed, all her energy gone. He put his hand round her shoulders but she pushed him away.
"I saw you with Lavender," she said, a single tear running down her pale face. Her tousled, wavy hair falling infront of her face, covering it.
"Oh, Hermione, I'm...em...sorry, it didn't mean anything, she kissed me,I'll make it up to you, I promise," he pleaded.
"No, no Ron I don't think you can," she said, pushing her hair away from her face and wiping the tears away from her face. At that moment Harry, Neville, Dean and Seaumus walked in, it was their room, she supposed.
"Oh hi Hermione, I didn't realise you were here, wait are you guys ok?" Harry said, realising that they both had tear stains down their faces, especially Hermione.
"I'm fine," she lied. "Ron I'll talk to you tomorrow" Ron looked like he was going to chase after her as she stormed out the room, But he didn't. Hermione was distraught. She ran across the hall, into her dormitory and flung herself on to her bed, ignoring Lavenders pathetic squeaking questions. That night she cried herself to sleep, hoping that it was just a bad dream, how could he do that to her, with one year left aswell, it was almost as bad as fighting Voldemort.