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Hermione was angry. No, she wasn't just angry. She was furious. She stormed out of the Great Hall, ignoring Harry's protests at being left with 'Won-won' and Lavender. If Hermione had ever had her way, there never would've been any Lavender Brown in Ron's life. How had he never realized that she had liked him for so long? Was he really that dense? She supposed that he must be, if he still hadn't realized what she was so upset about, what with her charmed birds and such.
She rounded the corner to Myrtle's bathroom. She hadn't gone in there in years. Four whole years ago, when it had just been her, Harry and Ron. She laughed sadly when she remembered the cat hairs she had accidentally gotten off that Slytherin girl's robes.
When she walked in, she heard sobbing. It wasn't unusual to hear sobbing from Myrtle's bathroom, but this was different. It piqued her interest, because it wasn't Moaning Myrtle whom was doing the crying today. In fact, Myrtle seemed to be the one who was doing the comforting.
"Shhh, it'll all be okay in the end," Myrtle cooed. "You're going to be fine."
Hermione peeked over to the sinks and froze. There stood Draco Malfoy, hunched over a sink over-flowing with water. With sudden certainty, Hermione realized that it was he who was doing the crying.
"Malfoy?" She asked softly, true concern coloring her words.
His head snapped up, his cold, silver eyes meeting her own warm, brown ones in the mirror above his sink. "What do you want?" He asked, trying to be his usual arrogant self.
Hermione wasn't fooled. "Malfoy? What are you doing in here?" She asked incredulously, moving closer towards him. "You're crying," she added.
"Back off, Mudblood!" Draco yelled at her. "Just let me be." Hermione kept inching towards the Slytherin, one step at a time. "I'm warning you, Granger!" He shouted, whipping his wand out and pointing it at her.
She didn't know what had come over her, but she kept creeping foward, her palms outstretched towards him. "I want to help you," she whispered, her own worries forgotten.
"You can't help me," Draco said, tears still flowing from his eyes. "No body can help me!"
"That's not true," Hermione told him. "If we just - "
"No!" Draco yelled, his eyes panicked. "Just leave! Leave now!"
"I will not!" Hermione shouted back at him, whipping her own wand out as Draco brandished his. "Expelli - "
"Sectumsempra!" Draco shouted, hitting the Gryffindor square in the chest, knocking her to the damp floor. Her shirt was turning red quickly. "What have I done?" Draco murmured to himself.
"Murder!" Myrtle screeched. "Murder in the bathroom!"
"Shut up!" Draco spat at her, but it was no use. She kept screeching for what seemed like an eternity.
Snape burst into the bathroom, glanced down at Hermione and then up at Draco. "Go!" He yelled at his godson. "Get down to my quarters."
Draco watched as Snape murmured gently, healing Hermione's wounds, sealing the skin closed. "Now," Snape told him. "You cannot be seen here."
Hermione began to stir, and Draco ran faster than he had ever run before. He was terrified of what might happen to him. When he reached Snape's quarters, he gave the password hurriedly and sank into one of the plush leather couched, allowing himself to cry once more.
"What've I done?" He asked himself quietly. "What have I done?"
Yep. That's chapter one. It's actually pretty long, I think. It could use some work, and it's a bit suck, but whatever. I'm fine with it. I hope you liked it. Review, please? Love, Asia.