"Harry, Ron say do think Malfoy changed? I mean he doesn't make as many comments as he used to, and he avoids almost everyone."
Harry and Ron turned over and glanced over to the Slytherin table then back at Hermione. "Yeah I guess so" Ron said,
"but he's up to something suspicious, something terrible and troublemaking, I can see It in eyes." said harry, fast at first and then slowing down at the end.
"You look at his eyes? Honestly?" Ron said sarcastically, Hermione then gave him the glare, to which meant 'this is serious Ron,'
"I mean each time a professor says something about the dark arts or you-know-who, he somewhat turns pale and starts fidgeting with his parchments and quill."
Hermione looked at Ron then on to harry to see their reactions, she got none from Ron but did from harry. Harry took a deep breath to start talking "More of a reason that he's has become a Deatheater,"
"I think he was forced into being one, after all his father is one, not to mention Lucius cares that Malfoy must become what Lucius is," Hermione responded while Ron was focusing on his food. Harry nodded in agreement
"you've got a point there," "Don't i always?" she smirked and harry rolled his eyes. Deep inside her, she felt something suspicious.
While on the other hand Draco was playing with his food, each now and then he would glance at Hermione. He had loved her for as long as he could remember. He knew he had not one chance of being with her, from all the names he had called her in the past and to what he had become now. If his father knew about his love for her, he would be dead before a blink of the eye and he knew that for a fact, because his father would use the Cruciatus curse against him many times. He felt like dying so bad, he is forced into something very imitating, harmful and horribly terrible and on the other hand he loves someone who never thinks of him. He felt like crying so bad, but 'Malfoys do not cry'.
"Draco, you've been playing with your food for the past half hour," Pansy said in a concerned voice "Why is that any of your concern?" saying that Draco got up, looked over the Gryffindor table one last time and headed to the library to start his defense against the dark arts essay.
After Hermione finished eating got up and said her goodbyes to Harry and Ron, then went to go get her books she borrowed from the library and went to the library and some new books. Once she got to the library, she returned her borrowed books, and started preparing lessons in advanced. Hours passed that felt like minutes for her; she got up and started making her way her dorm until she saw Malfoy.
She hid herself, without thinking she followed him making sure he neither feels like someone is following him nor see anyone following him. Although he did feel like someone was following him, like he always did, so each minute or so he would look back and lucky he didn't see her. Until at last he reached the seventh floor and turned left, Hermione knew exactly where he was going.
When he finally reached the room of requirement and he scanned his surroundings on last time and went into the room of requirements. She was quick to go follow. When the room of requirement opened its doors again, she quickly entered quickly hoping he would notice that they opened again, but hope didn't do well. He saw the doors open again. Quick to react
"Who's there?" he shouted across the room. "Show yourself this insistence!" he shouted once more "I said who's there?" he repeated himself, now more frightened than ever.
Hermione was doomed, she had no other choice but to show herself, but her inertia wouldn't let her.
"Pansy is that you?" then Hermione fought her hesitance and fear and showed herself, let the Gryffindor girl take on. "Granger?" he said in disbelief just above a whisper.
