To Want, To Need, To Love
Hermione's head falls to her desk with a thud. Does no one think she can survive this? Maybe it's the red eyes. Maybe it's the look of despair on her face. No one sees hermione Granger, War Heroine anymore. They see a little girl who lost the only good thing she had going for her. Her door opens and she groans, picking her head up. Her honey brown eyes meet cold steely silver. She stands up and grips her wand tightly. "What do you want from me, Malfoy. I'm particularly hormonal right now and will not hesitate to he you into the next century."He holds his hands up, a muggle sign for peace. She looks at him. Really looks at him. His usually neatly combed hair is awry. There are dark circles underneath his eyes, making his face look sullen. He isn't wearing his regular fine, italian suit but a pair of cheap muggle sweats and a tee. For the first time she realizes that he got cheated on too. "Granger." His voice is broken and heavy, as if bearing weight in just the one word. "I need to prove them wrong."…
