“Granger?” I say, walking into the hall, and knocking on her bedroom door, “It’s time to go down to dinner... and I was... wondering if you wanted me to wait for you?”
She opens the door, clearly flustered at the gesture.
“No-no thanks Malfoy. You can go down by yourself.” she snapped, and then shut the door, feeling bad to have reacted like that. Deciding to make her own dinner, she ambled over the kitchenette and brought out some pots and pans. Accioing the spaghetti, and pouring burning hot water out of her wand into the pot. She then emptied the box of spaghetti into the pot using her hands.
“Granger...” she twirled around, spraying an accidental hot stream of Agumenti at me.
“Oh, I am so sorry!” She said “what do you want? I thought you were going down to dinner.”
I am hurt, but I don’t show it.
“I didn’t feel like going,” I told her, maybe a little too forcefully.
“Well then, when I’m done, you can take some of this.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” She says, still a little cross.
“It’s ready” she called to me, minutes later.
When I get in there, she is gone, but there is a pot of steaming hot spaghetti, and a bowl set out for me.
I quickly scoop some up and eat it. I then put the bowl done, causing a clattering noise. When the bowl’s sounds stop, I hear whimpering and dry heaving sobs.
I rush down the hall, and quietly open Granger's door. She is sitting on the floor, her arms on her bed, and her head buried in it. She is clutching a picture of something and crying over it.
“Granger?” I say, moving towards her. She gulps and looks up at me, silent tears dripping down her cheeks. “You... you good?”
She just sobs more, and I reach out to touch the picture, then I see what it is.
Ron.
Ron, holding Hermione.
“Ah... er, I er... I see” I mumble, walking towards her.
“Don’t touch me...” she chokes out between sobs, one of her hands clutching her face, the other waving near me, making me keep my distance.
“I’m... I am sorry that you aren’t er... near him right now, but... I’m sure you’ll see him soon? And then all long distance will be forgotten...” at this, she just sobs even harder.
“We’re done!” She chokes out “we aren’t together”
“He broke up with you?” I sound surprised, but can’t help it. “He sunk wayyy low. It’s not your fault. He’s a... er... jerk”
She starts sobbing even harder, and I shudder, wondering what I have done. Trying to dig me out of the hole I made I open my mouth. But Hermione talks first.
“I-I broke up with him. Not the other way around.”

a/n so sorry for not writing in a while. School has started up. As always, make sure to post on my wall, or shoot me an owl if you like it, or if you need an explanation of anything! Hope you liked this chapter. Also I know all of you are wanting Draco and Mione to get together already. I promise, it will happen in due time!