Summary: Hermione is crying in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Draco comes in. DM/HG!!! WARNING: Strictly NON-Canon. ( I know, it's a bad summary.) Takes place around 2nd or 3rd year… I think 2nd year actually…

DISCLAIMER: no-one ever reads these, but just so you know, I am NOT Miss Rowling, who happens to own the book. I never said I owned it did I? So. There you go. I STOLE these Characters. (no, borrowed.) for this little ficlet. .

A.N: So, yeah… um this is my first time writing, let alone a Fan-fic! I'm just 12, so cut me some slack.

(Actually, I take that back. Please be as honest as you can. Even if it

hurts.)

On with the story!

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Hermione sat on the floor of the bathroom stall in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

She sat with her knees up, her face buried in her hands and she was crying softly.

She had run out of Potions Class just 15 minutes earlier.

She hadn't meant to cry; yet here she was.

It had been everything building up actually, oh, she knew what they all thought of her and said behind her back. Even Ron had said it when they first met. Know-it-all, Show off, Frizzball, Buck-toothed-beaver… But it just kept building up, and then in Potions, Malfoy made some snide remark and then she ran. She came here because she knew she would be alone. She was too busy thinking to notice that she wasn't alone though.

A young boy with slicked back pale blond hair entered, his grey eyes darting nervously around. He was after all in a girls bathroom. That's why he's nervous! Right?

But he knew it wasn't true. He knew that the real reason was really someone. That someone in fact was the girl in the bathroom right now. Hermione Granger. But he came here for a reason didn't he? Yes he did. "On with it then!" he thought to himself, and he walked softly up to the stall that Hermione was in and knocked softly. She didn't answer so he knocked again.

"Granger?" He called out.

"Go away Malfoy." Was her reply.

He started again, "Look I-I I'mreallysorryhermioneandididntmeantohurtyou."

The last bit came out so fast it was hard to make out anything.

Hermione snorted. "no-one could make that out even if they tried."

Draco took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Look, Grang-Hermione, I'm really sorry about what happened in Potions today, and I'm sorry that I hurt you." There was a moment's silence, and then a shuffling noise and the door of the stall was quickly unlocked and opened. In the doorway stood Hermione, her hair a bit messed and her eyes red and slightly puffy from crying. Her gaze met his and she looked at him searchingly for a moment, her jaw about to drop open. Instead, she said: "Really?"

"Yes." Was his reply.

"But all those times you were-and then I…" She trailed off.

"I've always loved you Hermione." He suddenly burst out. "All those times I called you names and things, it was really just to convince myself not to fall for you."

"But you're Pure-blood and I-" she started.

However, Draco cut her off. "Ever since I can remember, I was taught that muggles and muggle-borns were filthy, slow, and were freaks. But when I met you it all changed.

I didn't believe it anymore- I don't." He added firmly.

"So," Hermione began, "Would you like to be friends?"

"You forgive me?" Asked Draco, shocked.

"Well, yes. I always knew there was more to this situation. More to you." She added softly

They both blushed.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Then yes, Hermione Granger, I would be delighted to be your friend." He finished, grinning.

"Or more." He thought to himself.

The End.

A.N. : How did you like it? I know, the ending was terrible…

If you have an "Alternate Ending" idea please let me know!

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