Harry looked up from his homework when there was a knock at the door. Draco was supposed to be coming, but he never knocked. He mostly just barged in, since Neville was always gone when he came, and Harry left the door unlocked.

Harry got up and opened the door. "Hey, why'd you knock, you-Hermione! What are you doing here?"

"Who was supposed to be here?" Hermione smirked.

Harry, who had gotten used to lying in situations like this, easily responded with, "Well Neville, obviously. You do know we're roommates, right? Now, what are you doing here? I don't really want to talk to you."

"But I want to talk to you. Ginny told me about the breakup, and I was just wondering how you were doing. It must be weird, her liking someone else while she was dating you. Unless, of course, you liked someone else too." Hermione smirked again, waiting for Harry's eyes to widen, or some sort of sign. But there was nothing...he just looked puzzled.

"Hermione, don't be ridiculous. First off, I was completely fine with Ginny liking Luna. She's like a sister to me, and I hardly ever saw her, of course she was going to find someone else. Second, Ginny and I were technically on a 'break' so we weren't actually dating. Third, I didn't and don't like anyone. Why would you even think that? And fourth, why are you being so...weird?"

Hermione was about to respond, when the door opened. "Sorry I'm late Harry. Pansy needed help with-" Draco stopped talking when he saw Hermione.

"This should be good," Hermione said as she took a seat on the couch. Draco glared at her, and crossed his arms.

"What are you talking about Granger? Potter here stole my quill, I'm just here to get it back."

"Your guys mind games might work on Ron, but I'm not stupid like he is. I actually have a brain, unlike that teaspoon." Harry flinched, knowing he was the reason that Hermione was speaking this way about Ron. He absent-mindedly touched his left wrist, causing him to hiss in pain. Both Draco and Hermione turned to look at him.

"Sorry, I stubbed my toe on the desk," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the both of them.

Draco looked back to Hermione. "Alright, fine. Harry and I are friends. Now what were you doing here in the first place, because, as I recall, you two weren't."

Hermione sighed. " Harry, I really am sorry about what I said a few weeks ago. And I'm sorry I told Madame Pomfrey about your P-"

"HERMIONE! You almost just did it, again! Can you keep your mouth shut for once in your life?"

"I'm sorry, I thought you would have told him."

"Told me what? Harry, what's she talking about?"

"Nothing Draco, leave it," Harry said, not breaking eye contact with Hermione.

"Harry, you should tell him."

"Why? So he can leave me like you and Ron did? So he can finally see me for the freak I am? So he can try to get the 'old Harry' bad because this one just isn't good enough? Why do you hate me so much, Hermione? Because if the roles were switched, I would have never said those those things about you, even if I didn't think you were there. I wouldn't have have spilled one of your deepest secrets, just because you were helpless in a hospital bed. I would have helped, I would have cared, I would have been there for you, instead of running away when you needed me most." Harry had tears of anger flooding down his face.

Hermione was crying, and even Draco teared up a bit, though he would never admit it. "I'm sorry, Harry. I was just..." She took a deep breath, trying to slow the tears. "No, there's no excuse for what I did. Just know that I only want what's best for you, and that if I could take it all back, I would."

Harry nodded. "It's fine Hermione. Just please stop crying, I didn't mean to make you cry. Please stop, I'm sorry," Harry whispered, pulling her into a hug.

Hermione sniffed, her tears finally ceasing. "Why are you apologizing? You've done nothing wrong."

"Don't lie Hermione. I know you and Ron have been fighting, and I know it's my fault. You guys are fighting because of me." Hermione hugged him tighted.

"No Harry, it's not your fault. Not everything is, you know." Harry nodded, but didn't actually believe what she'd said. Draco stood there awkwardly, shuffling his feet a bit. He knew that Harry and Hermione making up meant they wouldn't be spending as much time together, but he tried not to let that bother him. He was glad the two were friends again, Harry was bound to be happier now...right?

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