Okay, after a review I decided to try to fix this up. I hope that this is better liked than the previous version. I'm sorry if they seem OOC. I tried my best… and it's my first Harry Potter fanfic.
Hermione roamed the halls with tears streaming down her face. It was the middle of the night and no one would notice her absence. It's not like they really cared. She heard a soft meow ahead of her, and ran into the classroom on her left. Thankfully it looked empty. She turned around and locked the door with her wand. 'Muffliato', she muttered, casting a silencing charm on the room. She turned around and examined the room more thoroughly. She sighed when she saw the desks piled on top of each other. She walked to the middle of the room when her sobs over took her. She was gasping out loud, "I can't take it anymore. First Malfoy and now Ron." She was wrapped into her own pain again as sobs shook her body afresh. She gasped between breaths, "I can't believe Ron would call me a mudblood." And once again her body was racked with sobs, and she fell to the floor.
The Golden Trio was sitting around the fire, in their favorite chairs, as usual. "Hermione, Please?"
"No Ronald, for the last time I'm not going to do your homework!" She said for the fifth time in the past ten minutes.
"Please Hermione, I won't ask you again the rest of the year!"
"That's what you said when I helped you with our Potions essay last week, incase you don't remember. And two weeks and five days ago with that History of Magic essay about the leaders of major goblin rebellions. And-"
Ron stood up, slamming his book shut on his parchment. "Yeah I get it Hermione, you don't want to 'do our work'. You just want to make up these heinous study schedules, even though exams are months away. And I just wanted help on one little fact."
Hermione stood up, so they were standing face to face, well technically nose to shoulder, but anyways. "Ron I'm sorry, but if I do your work for you then your not going to learn anything. And if you weren't sleeping through History of Magic, then I wouldn't have to help you with everything."
Harry just sat in his chair trying to ignore the two of them, they always did this.
"Hermione, seriously, is it that hard to just check over it to see if I got it right?" Ron hissed through clenched teeth.
Hermione's fists clenched. "Check it over? You mean when you write down some rubbish answer until I give in and do it for you?"
"Bloody Hell, you don't get it do you, you little… you little mudblood?" Harry gasped as Ron said this.
Tears slipped out of Hermione's eyes. "I Hate You Ronald!" She said before she ran out of the common room door, with her hands covering her face.
Harry stood up and looked at Ron, "What did you do that for?" Then Harry walked up into their dormitory and shut his curtains casting a charm to keep them closed.
*Sniffle**Sniffle* Hermione wiped her nose. She stood up from her place on the floor, and walked over to the window. She shivered as a cool breeze blew in, as she looked out over the landscape. Then she said out loud, without realizing it, "I actually thought that I liked Ron. But why would he do something like this?" She was so caught up in her musings that she didn't realize someone came into the room. "I mean, seriously, after all that I've done for him, and Harry, Ron said that. Hmm…"
"Aww, what did the weasel do to the little mudblood?" Drawled Draco Malfoy, making Hermione jump.
She turned around to face him. "The weasel- I mean Ron called me a mudblood, not that it's any concern of yours, you bloody ferret."
Draco growled, and took two steps towards her, "Do not, and I mean do Not call me a ferret. You don't know how disgusting it was to be shoved down Crabbe's pants. I mean it was bad enough being turned into a ferret at all, but the pants *shudder*."
Hermione chuckled. "You know, I think that is the most civil thing you have ever said to me!"
He seemed shocked when he realized she was right.
"So Malfoy, why are you out on a midnight excursion?"
He glared, "It's none of your business damned mudblood."
She stood closer to him and moved to slap him, but he blocked her hand. "Hey let go of my wrist Malfoy. I mean it, NOW!" She stamped her foot.
"I'm not that daft Granger," he said as he glared at her. "I remember third year."
She giggled a little at that memory. "You foul-loathsome-evil-little-cockroach," she giggled when he glared at her. "Come on get over it, that was years ago."
His eyes loosened up a little, "Yeah but it burns through my mind all the time, how I was punched in the face, by the little mudblood princess of Gryffindor."
"Don't call me a mudblood!" She said quietly, as tears sprang to her eyes again.
He was shocked to say the least, when he saw the tears, she hasn't done that… in years. He let go of her wrist and stepped back, like he was burnt. "I'm… I'm… I'm sorry… Granger."
She let a gasp of surprise slip from her lips. "Did you just apologize?"
He shook his head, like he was trying to shake bad thoughts from it and said to her, "I think I did."
The doorknob started jiggling, like someone was trying to open it. Hermione used the 'petrificus totallus' charm on Draco, causing him to fall to the ground with his arms clamped to his sides. She expelled the light from the room and looked at Draco, before the door burst open.
"Aww, Miss Granger, late night excursion?" Came the drawling voice of Severus Snape from the doorway.
"Sorry Professor… I… um thought I heart a disturbance."
He glared at her with suspicion bright in his eyes. "At three o'clock in the morning?"
'Shit,' she thought to herself. "I'm a prefect sir."
His eyes searched her robes for the prefect badge, and didn't see one. "Likely story Miss Granger, now please meet me at my office two hours after dinner tomorrow night to serve your detention."
"Yes Professor Snape." She looked back at Draco one last time before walking out of the door, allowing Snape to shut it behind her. 'Goodbye… Draco' She thought as she walked to her common room.
Okay, that is the edited version of it, I re-did it because I got some reviews saying that it could be better! I'm glad that I took the time to fix it, and I'm sorry if it isn't what you thought it would be.