Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Harry Potter. I just twist them to my will and write stories about it.

I wasn't going to write this story but it started to haunt me and so I finally started writing it. Enjoy and review.

Hermione sat at the fireplace alone, crying silently as she listened to the sounds of Lavender and Ron fucking.

You'll never be good enough for him you mudblood bitch.

The thought ran through her mind again. Never once had either of them looked at her like a girl. Never once had they complimented her on anything but her smarts. She heard Lavender scream Ron's name and abandoned the common room for the deserted halls. Something about the dark, cold hallways calmed her.

You're not good enough you filthy, vile, wench.

She began crying again.

"Watch where you're going mudblood." Draco glared at her, unable to see her tears in the dim light of the moon. Hermione simply nodded and started to walk away when Draco pulled her back.

"No comment? No 'watch where you're walking ferret?' What's wrong?" Draco asked. Why does he care? She asked herself quietly wiping away a tear. Draco pulled her over to the window and saw her eyes were red and puffy with tear streaks down her cheeks. "Granger? What happened?" He sat down on the sill, pulling her down to sit beside him. "Why do you care?" She asked coldly. Draco pulled back a little. Why did he care? It's not like she was a close friend or anything. He shook his head.

"I'm not sure, but still I asked a question and I expect an answer." He said quietly. She glanced back at the common room and stood up.

"I'm not good enough." She whispered, running away from the common room towards Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. At least in there she would have some company that recognized her as a girl.

"Granger wait!" Draco started running after her. He caught up with her half way there. "Not good enough for what?" He asked, holding her by her arms so she couldn't run away again.

"It doesn't matter." She struggled to pull away from him.

"It does matter if it can make you this upset. I'm trying to be friendly now please just tell me what's going on." He implored her.

"I'm not good enough I told you." He released one of her arms.

"Not good enough for what?" He asked again. Hermione stopped struggling.

"Not good enough for him." She whispered, breaking down into tears once more. Draco let go of her and she fell to the floor crying.

"Shhh, it's ok. You'll be fine." Draco sat down on the floor next to her, pulling her close so she could cry on his shoulder.

"No! No it's not!" She sobbed.

"It'll never be alright." She buried her face into his shoulder and cried harder. Draco simply held her there until she stopped crying.

"Feel any better?" He asked softly. She nodded, wiping her face off with her sleeve. "Good. Now who are you not good enough for?" She sniffled a little and took a deep breath.

"Ron." She finally answered. Draco started laughing.

"What are you laughing about?!" Hermione demanded. Draco shook his head.

"Weasley has never been the brightest crayon in the box so I can see why he's never realized what's right in front of him." Draco slowly stopped laughing. Hermione looked at him silently for a moment.

"And what does he have in front of him?" She asked almost inaudibly.

"A beautiful girl who cares about him." Draco thought out loud, not realizing he had until Hermione looked at him.

"You…you think I'm pretty?" She watched as a small smile, not a smirk, not a smug grin, but a real smile graced his features.

"If I didn't do you really think I would be sitting here?" He turned his gaze from the moon to her, the light giving him the look of an angel. She blushed a little and stared at the floor.

"Actually I never thought you would be sitting here at all." She looked back up at him. "Never judge a book by its cover Hermione; I thought you of all people should know that." She smiled at the sound of her name.

"Well Draco, you seemed to judge books by their covers quite a bit." She punched his shoulder lightly and yawned.

"I should be heading back to the common room, it's getting late." They stood up and started walking towards the Gryffindor tower. After a minute or two of walking Hermione stopped.

"Hey Draco?" He turned to face her.

"Yes?"

"Do you think you could hold on to this for a while?" She held out a locket that Ron had given her for her birthday and Draco smiled.

"Of course." He put it in his pocket and started walking again. That's when Draco noticed Hermione was almost sleeping on her feet.

"Hermione? Hermione wake up." Draco touched her shoulder gently.

"Hm?" She opened her eyes and yawned again. Draco shook his head lightly and picked her up. He walked up to the picture of the fat lady and knocked. The portrait swung open and Ron stood there rubbing his eyes.

"What the bloody hell?!" He asked, his eyes opening wide at the sight before him. Draco shifted slightly.

"I found her asleep in the hallway." He said, handing her to Ron. After a few seconds of watching Ron struggle to walk Draco took her back into his arms.

"Where's her room?" He walked into the common room and towards the stairs.

"Up those stairs and it's the second door on your right." Ron said, still a little too sleepy to realize what he had just said. Draco walked up the stairs, followed closely by Ron, towards the room. It seemed that the closer they got to the room, the tighter Hermione clung to Draco's shirt. He set her down on the bed and went to stand up only to find that she wasn't letting go any time soon.

"What's wrong ferret? Can't leave her alone?" Ron asked smugly.

"I would but she has hold of my shirt." Draco shot back, shedding his cloak and taking off his shirt so she could hold on to it. As he put his cloak back on Ron stood there, mouth agape, at what at just happened.

"You're just leaving your shirt with her?" He asked astonished.

"I see no reason not to." Draco answered, descending the stairs quickly so he could get back to the common room for some much needed sleep.

"Why?" Draco stopped in the middle of the portrait hole, took out the locket and put it on.

"Because sometimes a girl just needs to be told she's pretty." And with that the portrait closed.

Oh….Cliffie! Don't worry I have the next chapter started but I'm not posting it until I get at least 5 reviews(yeah I don't expect much) Flames are welcomed as I suck at writing and would love to improve! Looking for a Beta!