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The sight of Ron holding Lavender's hand made Hermione feel emotions she never really felt. She saw the happy couple strolling down the corridor, holding on each other, gazing into each other for as long as they could before they bumped into someone. She wanted to strangle Ron, she wanted to hang Lavender to forever quell her moronic laugh, and most of all she wanted to hit her own head against the marble wall so she could erase the image of them together in her mind.

Insane jealously, bitter hatred, and utter sadness enveloped Hermione as she walked into Potions, and when she saw that Lavender had taken her usual spot besides Harry and Ron, she furrowed her eyebrows in frustration. Harry was already sitting and turned to her, he got up when he saw her.

"Hermione, we'll find another pair of seats, come on," he said. Hermione nodded toward Harry when Professor Snape waltzed in.

"No time, Potter. Granger, sit next to Malfoy."

Harry looked liked he wanted to protest, but he obeyed and sat down. Hermione turned toward the lone Slytherin sitting by himself. She expected the usual sneer from him, but he looked vacant instead. She sat down next to him. She noticed that he didn't even turn toward her.

Better than sitting next to Lavender.

It was impossible to pay attention during Snape's lecture. Hermione allowed herself to drift off in a reverie of hateful thoughts, all involving Lavender ending up in tears.

A curse that made all her hair fall out! Lets see how long Ron would want her after that, that dumb baboon. Or that terribly majestic wart hex! Haha, all over her body, even on her bum so she couldn't sit comfortably.

A smirk crept upon her lips as she unconsciously drew jagged marks with her quill on her parchment, she didn't notice she was doing this until Malfoy said, "Granger, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Hermione looked down at her parchment covered in angry scribbled lines. Her eyes sharply turned to look at Malfoy, who cupped his chin underneath his upright hand, looking uninterested.

"I have a right to not pay attention today," she said.

She saw Lavender drag her hand across Ron's back. Hermione unconsciously began to shake her leg, she felt her jealously travel though her body in tendrils, it started in her aching heart and made its way to her hand, which she clenched into a fist.

"Stop shaking your leg, it's annoying me," Malfoy said.

Hermione kept shaking her leg, not hearing Malfoy. She felt the pressure of a hand still her leg and looked down and saw Malfoy's pale hand upon her thigh. His palm touched the fabric along the edge of her skirt, and his fingers were atop of her black stockings. It was a weird sensation to her, Malfoy's hand is on my thigh, and I'm not disgusted.

She stopped and he retracted his touch. Hermione then cracked her knuckles and felt Malfoy's annoyed gaze in her peripheral.

"You're so sensitive," she said.

"How about you stop being so affected by Weaselbee and his flower named girlfriend, Rose or Poppy, or whatever."

"Lavender," Hermione informed and turned her gaze away from the couple, Is it that obvious?

"Whatever, it's pathetic," Draco said. Hermione felt her cheeks redden. It is pathetic, I'm so pathetic, and to hear it from Malfoy!

Hermione was crying in the third floor girl's bathroom, the one where she went to cry in her first year when a mountain troll nearly killed her. She sat on top of the toilet lid and wiped her tear stained cheek. This is stupid, why I'm I crying over a boy? I should study, that would distract me.

She grabbed some toilet paper and blew her noise. She heard the creak of the bathroom door being opened and heard two girls mid conversation come in.

"…Draco looks so distant lately, he isn't acting like a little prick anymore," said a girl whose voice Hermione couldn't recognize.

"I quite like this broody Draco Malfoy, is he dating anyone?" the other girl said.

They must be Slytherin girls.

"From what I heard no!"

Hermione pushed the lavatory door open when she was sure her face looked like it hadn't been crying. The Slytherin girls blankly looked at her and continued their gossip. Hermione washed her hands and listened.

Merlin, now these girls are pathetic, talking over a boy they could never possible get, me on the other hand, me and Ron are mates, we could have been more…

She left the bathroom with the gossipy, Slytherin girls behind her. Hermione was lost in her thoughts when she heard one of them gasp, she looked up and saw Draco Malfoy sauntering down the corridor.

Oh, to be exciting by the sight of someone and not to feel completely empty inside, like me.

She glanced up at Malfoy as they passed.

"No twitching today, that's an improvement, Granger," he said to her. Hermione acknowledged him with a slightly raised eyebrow. She heard the girls whisper behind her, "Why did he talk to her?"

Hermione couldn't help herself from being pleased with the Slytherin girls' jealously, even though she didn't like Malfoy, not even in the slightest bit.

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