A/N: Story status-just writing whatever at this point.

Hermione's POV:

Heartbreak is lovely, isn't it?

To be quite honest, whether or not I was heartbroken was still a mystery to me.

It was now the 13th of February. That means that Draco now officially had less than twenty four hours to ask me to the ball. The Valentine's Day Ball, which was tomorrow.

The clock, Draco dearest, is ticking...

I think everybody in the common room knew that wasn't going to happen. He would not be asking me to the ball.

I sigh and roll over in my lonely bed, in my lonely little room. The room was grande, and quite obviously meant for two people, but in light of the current situation, that was not happening.

I smile slightly, remembering that today was a Friday, the day where I had most free blocks, but that didn't matter. McGonagall had allowed us to shopping again, and I start to question why the rules had been so...open this year. In the past, they have usually been extremely strict, but I always loved a little change, so I'm not complaining.

No but really, I wasn't! What was there to complain about? PErhaps besides the whole Draco situation...there was that to complain about...

"Nnnngh," I groan, sadly leaving my bed. Despite it being lonely, I quite liked it. I had some good memories with it, or rather, on it. (Alright, not that way! In the simple, kind and purely innocent way. Yeesh!)

I brush through my hair, and eventually I start to think about ways to get Draco to forgive me. He was stubborn, but I was much more stubborn than he was, so much stubborner. There was no way he wouldn't talk to me, I would make sure of it.

Or you'll give up because it's hopeless because you finally realize that he comes from a really really long line of stubborn prats! Oh well, just give up now, Hermione! Ha haa haaa haa haaaa! The voice in my head giggles, teasing me in the extremely unenjoyable way that just kind of nagged at you until you were forced to think about it. Naturally, after five minutes of trying not to think about it, I started to think about it.

I huff and chide at it. "No I won't!" I snarl, starting to pull my hair up into a simple yet elegant messy bun. I fight the voice in my head, but I start to really think about what it said.

Maybe you do have a point...I admit, though if anybody asked, I would most definitely deny it. How could I, Hermione Granger, admit that some stupid voice in my head was right?

I sigh and pull on some grey sweatpants, a body-fitting black and white top, and a white checkered headband. I nod at my appearance in the mirror, and head down to breakfast, dreading what today was going to look like, however today was going to look like.

I shudder at the thought and plaster on a confident smile. I place my hand on the grand double door's handle, and yank it open.
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I swear I had only opened a door! Why are people looking at me like I had fifty heads?

I could have, no, should have looked anywhere else, but of course, I looked towards the swarm of girls. In the middle seemed to be a very uninterested Draco Malfoy.

Rage builds up inside me, urging me to go over there and scream. The devil part of me wants to Silencio! their stupid arses, but my angel, my calmer side, argues that it wouldn't be good for my reputation.

"What. Are. You. Looking. At." I drawl, steadily walking over to my usual lunch table, to my friends who were all looking at me, expressions blank.

Onlookers either continue to onlook, even more intensely, or look away, red in the face from embarrassment.

The crowd of girls around Draco does not thin, it only grows, nearly doubling every ten minutes, I was told.

"He's married!" Blaise groans, clearly more annoyed by this than I am.

"He won't go with somebody else," Ginny assures not only me, but everybody.

Even though nobody else was being as personally affected as I am, the four other Slytherins were concerned. They had warned me that when extremely mad (like he is now), he tends to make rash decisions he ends up regretting.

I, however, had full faith in the fact that he would not ask somebody else. He may make rash decisions, but he was, whether he liked it or not, a married man. Married to me.

Hmmmm, for now that is! Maybe after you two finish your, ah, 'duties' shall we call them? he might leeeaaaveee yooouuu! Oh, how fun would that be! Poor you, you'd be heart broken! Ha haaaa! I huff at the voice, which I was getting tired of calling the voice, and tired of listening to in general.

I really need to shut off parts of my subconscious, it wasn't healthy.

Seriously, I think I'm going insane.

You already are, darl, don't worry! The voice giggles. I hiss, cursing out loud, cursing my friends to stare at me. I smile and wave casually, brushing the subject off before they even had the chance to ask anything.

Whoops, I jinxed it.

"What happened, 'Mione?" Ron asks, sort of politely chomping on a large, greasy piece of chicken.

I stab at a grape and dip it in some gravy. Why did I do this? No clue. It just seemed like a good idea at the time.

Definitely going insane.

Told you so, darl!

"Nothing," I mumble, shoving the grape into my mouth. I immediately regret my choice, for it tasted absolutely disgusting.

Harry shoots me a knowing look, obviously seeing right through me. "It's the..." He trails off, pointing to the even larger crowd now surrounding Draco. He continues to act nonchalant, and even takes a bite out of a green apple. I feel nostalgic for the times he would wake me up with his constant crunching, even if it was annoying.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Snapping out of my dreams, I force myself up rapidly to see my husband chomping on an apple, clearly unbothered by the fact that he chewed louder than Harry could scream.

"Draco!" I groan, unpleasantly rolling over, visibly annoyed and he knew it.

"Yes, Hermione?" Draco asks, taking yet another bite of his precious apple.

"You woke me up!" I whine, covering my ears with a pillow. The crunching stops for a few moments, but soon, the gentle tap. tap. tap. of footsteps takes over.

CrUNcHHhH!

Draco bites into the apple, right next to next to her ear, causing her to jump up, hitting Draco in the face.

"Ow!" We both exclaim loudly. Draco falls onto the bed, allowing the half-eaten apple to roll out of his hands, off the bed, and onto the floor.

"My apple!" Draco hisses playfully. He leans close, and I can smell it on his breath.

Mint and apples, who would have thought?

"S-sorry!" I manage to breathe out between giggles.

"I'm going to get you back for that one day," Draco warns, tutting and wagging a single finger at me.

I smile up at him. "I don't doubt it."

I sigh as I watch the girls begin to disperse, finally realizing that he wasn't interested.

He isn't interested in me either though, is he? I ask myself, feeling ashamed of what I had done, even if it wasn't fault.

But it is, isn't it?
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Ginny rolls over on my bed, nearing the edge of heavily pregnant. The sun had begun to set, reflecting my mood of (another) three long hours of shopping with the girls.

We must have gone to at least a thousand different shops in that three hours. How they managed to do this all the time amazed me, it honestly left me feeling drained all the time.

"M'tired!" Ginny yawns, burying her face into my pillow. She rests on her side, carefully of her growing baby bump.

"Me too," I groan, face planting right onto the bed next to her.

"So, the ball..." Ginny tries to start up a conversation, though I can tell it's lazy.

"The...ball..." I murmur, gently closing my eyes.

"Fun...it'll be..." Ginny stops talking and starts snoring softly. Honestly, if I weren't so tired I might have laughed.

As I drift into unconsciousness, I remember my final thought.

Draco hasn't invited me to the ball...

Thank goodness the lights were off, or else Ginny would have seen the small tear running down my cheek.