Hello again. So here's the NEXT CHAPTER. Isn't that exciting. I'd say so. Well i hope you enjoy it. oh and sorry there isn't any Ginny/Harry for those of you who wanted it but 1) Draco and Hermione won the vote and 2) it didn't fit. but no worries it comes next chapter! 
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Sarah …………………….
Chapter 15
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Hermione watched Draco’s back as he made his way, on his own, to the hospital wing.
It was at that point that Hermione almost fell down to the floor and broke down into tears.
Hermione looked up to the ceiling and blinked back the tears that threatened to fall down her face. She took a deep breath. This, she decided, was not going to conquer her.
She lowered her head back to a normal level and took a deep breath. No, this wouldn’t affect her. Her life was better without him. She would make her life better without him, despite what her heart was now screaming at her to do, to run to Draco and fall into his arms and kiss him passionately.
No, she would listen to her head that had guided her throughout her entire life. She would think reasonably and do what everyone expected of her. She would be with Ron, graduate at the top of her class, help Harry defeat Voldemort, and then live her life like she was expected to. Never, doing anything rash of the sort.
Sighing once more as she realized the life that lay ahead of her, she turned around and walked away toward the Head Dorm’s to start up her life heading in a new direction.
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Meanwhile.
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Draco headed towards the hospital wing alone, becoming more and more furious. However, not with Ron or Hermione or some other person, but with himself. He was such a fool. How could he have been such an idiot by telling her to sod off? Especially after she had just told him—well it didn’t matter now. He had screwed up, and badly. He had a hard time controlling his rage these days and often took it out on the person he cared the most about, Hermione.
Draco pushed the door to he hospital wing as he hobbled through it, making his way over to a bed to wait.
“Mr. Malfoy, what is it today?” Madam Pomfrey said as she made her way to him as she came out of her office.
Malfoy gestured to his foot and the nurse sighed.
“Now how in the blazes did you manage to do that?”
“Dropped a glass on it, and I couldn’t remember the spell.”
“What about Miss Granger? She would have known for sure. Moreover, why isn’t she here? I would have thought she’d have helped you at least.”
“Um, I wouldn’t let her.” Malfoy muttered.
Madam Pomfrey sighed at, what she thought to be, Draco’s ignorance.
“Well next time I suggest you do let her help you. She isn’t the brightest witch we’ve had in ages for nothing you know.” Draco nodded his head but Madam Pomfrey didn’t see. She pulled her wand out of her robes and began to miraculously heal (unless you’re a wizard) Draco’s foot in a matter of seconds.
“Next time, please let Miss Granger work her magic instead of hobbling yourself up here if it’s something this minor please.”
“Yes Madam.” Draco bid Madam Pomfrey his thanks, and walked out of the Hospital Wing, intent on telling Hermione exactly how sorry he was. It was then Draco remembered the state of his attire.
“Oh bugger.” Draco rushed into the nearest bathroom and summoned his robes.
He couldn’t be taken very seriously if he was still in his boxers could he?