I do not own Harry Potter

I hear crying and I wonder who it is. And why they would be crying in the library, of all places. I walk around the corner of a bookcase and see Granger crying. "Granger are you okay?" I ask her. I have never seen her cry. She quickly wipes her tears. "What do you want Malfoy?" She attempts to say with anger, yet fails. "I want to know if you are okay. I heard you crying at the front of the library." She looks astounded, but for what reason I do not know. "I'm fine. Thanks for your concern." She says sarcastically as she goes back to her book. I know she wants me to leave but I don't. I sit in the chair in front of her. "Hermione," I say. I just called her by her name without a second's hesitation, which she obviously notices because she looks up at me. "You called me Hermione." She is stating the obvious. "That's your name isn't it? Hermione I suggest we start over. Like we have just met." I don't think she'll go for it though. "I'd like that." Wow she actually agreed. "Hello. I am Draco Malfoy." "I am Hermione Granger. It is a pleasure to meet you Draco." We shake. All of that Sunday in the library talking, laughing, and of course studying. It feels good to be free again and to have a friend.