He darted after Hermione, quite upset with himself. He found Hermione sitting on the right before the entrance. She sat there, dripping in tears. "Cry baby," Draco said gently, trying to coax a shivering Hermione. She looked at him with such dislike, she spit in his face. He looked at her, wiping the spit off his face. "You seem like the better half of me, from what I've done." Hermione sat straight up, wiped her tears. "You haven't seen all the tears I've cried, behind these's hazel eyes." Draco didn't know what to say. "You break through my heart. Breaking through my eyes, it's where my Demons hide." Draco looked resentful. Hermione smiled, then giggled, then laughed a full, hearty laugh. He started laughing too. Soon they were both laughing so hard that they were rolling on the floor, clutching their sides. Draco said " So do you forgive me?" Hermione nodded "Yes." He smiled and said, "We have to go to the Sorting." Hand in hand, they walked down the hall.