Hermione's POV:

I sit down on the loveseat feeling incredibly sad. I feel disappointed in myself. How could I have done what I did?

I was a bit groggy from the potion Harry had just given me, but I felt pathetic for rushing everything with Charles, and quite sorry too. It had hurt Draco, and for some reason...I felt...upset?

It's just because I don't want to break his heart. But why did I do that? Because of a potion? But why didn't I tell them earlier? Wait, did I like Draco before this? OHHH! I wish I could remember more...Stupid potion! Stupid Charles! Stupid!....me...for breaking his heart...

I huff and bury my body deeper into my fort of pillows, trying to erase myself from society. Trying to make everybody completely forget I exist, so I could live in this world as just another pillow.

Oh yeah, I'm the Brightest Witch of her Age. I can't exactly disappear from society. People would suspect something *sigh*. Up Hermione, up, up up! I repeat the command to get a broom up from the ground to myself.

As I get halfway up, two large (and extremely heavy, thank you very much) bodies crash onto the loveseat, squishing me.

"Nnnngh!" I groan, swimming my way up through tangled limbs and a sea of pillows. "Geddoff!" I warn, smacking a something off of my face.

"MY ARSE!" I hear Theo complain, loudly. Who I assume to be Theo, smacks my face and clutches something tightly. (What I assume to be his 'aching' arse.)

I finally situate myself after a (horribly long) five minutes of tussling and squirming on the loveseat with Theo, Blaise, and about twenty pillows.

"So sis," Blaise snorts, remembering what had gone down at Malfoy Manor.

I clench my fists under the pillows, though Blaise and Theo obviously take notice because they clear their throats and start to look serious.

"So obviously we've interrupted your self-brooding time-" Theo begins, nodding at the huge mess of cushions I had made within the past half an hour.

"-and we're upset you didn't tell us-" Blaise continues, looking me directly in the eye. His icy eyes bore into mine, and I cower back into the couch, the tiniest bit afraid of the amount of raw emotion in his eyes. It was a thing all Slytherins did, Blaise, Theo, Pansy, Astoria and...Draco.

"-but we need to get Draco back to normal!" Theo concludes, joyfully sing songing his words as if nothing was wrong. As if Draco and I were fine. The thought of Draco makes me want to cry, I had most likely broken his heart.

Scratch that. I definitely had broken his heart.

But I didn't mean to, did I? It wasn't my fault I was given the potion! Though...it was my fault for not telling the guys sooner...

"If you're suggesting I go talk to him, it won't work!" I howl, sniffing and wiping at my runny nose with the sleeve of my sweater. "He'd just stomp out!"

Blaise pats my back, attempting to comfort me, though he does so a bit hard. With every slap to my back, I feel my eyeballs popping even further out of their sockets. Blaise finally notices after about six slaps, and he immediately pulls his hand away, a little embarrassed of what he did, even though he had no reason to be.

"He'll come around," Blaise assures me. Even with his sure words, his voice lacks his usual confidence. It is instead, the confidence was replaced by unknowingness.

"I hope he does," I mutter. Blaise and Theo each give me a side hug before heading off to do whatever guys do in their free time, leaving me to think about everything.

Did I make a mistake?
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"-and floating heart shaped balloons-" I walk into my room and I am instantly regretting it. In fact, I regret more than just walking into the room.

Here, the committee for planning, catering, and decorating the Valentine's Day Ball works.

In my (completely wrecked, might I add) bedroom. Without my permission.

"Really, girls?" I hiss, looking around at the girls who sat there.

In the middle of my once lavish room, there sits Ginny, Astoria, Lavender, Luna, Pansy, Parvati, Padma, Stacy (poor Stacy, I honestly feel bad for what I did!), Hannah, Tracy, Romilda, Susan, and Daphne.

"Well your room is the biggest and the guys are downstairs!" Romilda whines, toying with a quill in her hand. I roll my eyes. Whining little arse!

I take a seat between Daphne and Padma, looking around at all the girls. For some reason, my planning instincts take over, but just for a second.

"Each house should be incharge of a different thing," I suggest, taking a quill and parchment from Padma, who nods earnestly.

"Gryffindor could do music and activities!" She giggles. All the Gryffindor girls in the room laugh as well, knowing what would go down should Gryffindor do that.

"That sounds like torture!" Pansy whines, flopping onto the cool, tiled floor. Her hair splays out around her face, accenting her bone structure.

"Nah, us Gryffindor's know how it's done!" Parvati bumps an elbow to very upset Pansy, who was now being dragged off the floor by Astoria who was muttering 'not ladylike, not ladylike!'

Stacy tapped a finger to her chin, thinking deeply. "Ravenclaw can be in charge of food or ordering food and drinks?" She emphasizes 'drinks' so we all know what she's talking about.

Lavender, Ginny and Pansy frown. Since they were pregnant, they wouldn't be able to drink anything besides pumpkin juice or water.

Poor girls.

Then again, it wasn't like I was going to drink either, right?

"Slytherin can get decorations!" Astoria giggles. I sigh.

Knowing Astoria and all the ich Slytherins, they're buying like eighty chandeliers and not heart-shaped balloons. Fun.

"Hufflepuff can be incharge of sending out information!" Hannah chirps. To prove her point, she shows us a sketch of an invite she had made.

I'm tempted to laugh, but some odd, chill lump in my throat stops the laughter from burbling up like it had with the others. It truly was the oddest thing.

Usually, I am the type of girl to laugh a lot during a funny situation. I could spend the day with Harry and Ron, laughing for hours and hours, and eventually, into the night.

But how come this time, the laughter was blocked on its way out my throat?
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I stifle a yawn at the end of the day.

After the loveseat incident and the committee planning in my room, I felt exhausted. Like I was about to pass out in a second.

I shift around under the covers, grateful for the warmth and comfort that the bed gave to me.

I could fall asleep here and now....mmm...slee-

CRASH!

The door bangs open suddenly, startling me. It broke me from my little roadtrip to falling into unconsciousness, jolting back to the land of the awake.

Draco enters the half destroyed room, still fuming.

His lips that were once promising, pink, and plump, are now stretched into a thin, harsh line. The fact that I caused the change in his demeanor was disheartening and upsetting.

"Oh sorry, Missus Liar," Draco snarls, snatching a pillow and blanket off of the couch. At his new nickname for me, my heart sinks and cracks.

"Draco please!" I plead, throwing the covers off myself. The cool air stings my warm skin the way Draco's words sting my heart. I crawl forward on my knees, desperately trying to get closer to him, as close to him as he would allow me to be.

"No!" His voice changes from angry to broken. A tear slips down his cheek, and I move to wipe it off, but he flinches and shoves me back onto the bed. My head hits the bed, and the usually soft mattress becomes hard and I feel my brain shift around in my head.

"I fell in love with you Hermione," He turns his back to me, pillows and blanket under one arm, the other hand on the doorknob, nonverbally threatening to leave. The threat wasn't so much of a threat as it was a reality, however.

"But you lied," Draco continues, twisting the doorknob ever so slightly.

"I'm sorry!" I weep, once again crawling towards the edge of the bed. "I didn't mean to I-'' My voice cuts itself off, warning me against saying what I was bout to say.

"What? You what?" Draco asks coolly.

"I was scared you would hate me..." I admit, whispering. Every word I said went quieter and quieter until my voice faded away.

"I changed after the war, Granger," He sneers, once again using my last name that was no longer my last name.

"D-Draco!" I hiccup, stepping off the bed. Draco holds a hand out, motioning for me to stay put.

"Don't!" He steps out the door and slams it shut, leaving me alone with nothing but the moon and stars as company.

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A/N: Book status-currently losing motivation because I'm realizing what I had planned makes absolutely no sense? Remember to vote, comment, and share my owlettes! ♡🦉Thank you all so much!

Check out my book 'Broken Hearts Heal Each other' to see a reference hehe!

Also, this chapter is kinda choppy but I made it that way to reflect how Hermione feels-confused, upset, and angry. She's not having very long, coherent thoughts before her brain becomes befuddled again. Don't hate me... :) (Or maybe because I'm befuddled myself...HmMMmM)