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Hermione P.O.V.
It was almost completely dark in the common room. Hermione sighed. She had to finish three more assignments before the end of the week. Of course she was already done and only had to check, but still. She closed her Arithmancy book and looked ad the clock. Almost three. She wasn't going to do anything more. She stood up and intended to walk to the dormitry when she suddenly heard something. It was Lavender snogging with Ron in front of the stairs. Hermione felt her stomach turn, she really couldn't face this right now. She turned around and walked away, grabbing her wand which had fallen to the ground. She opened the portait slowly, careful no to be seen. The hallway was empty. She closed the entrance to the common room and ran.
She found herself wandering through the hallways, not knowing where to go. She decided to go to the room of requirement, and maybe even sleep there. A few moments later she heard something. She was standing in front of the door and hurried inside a near broomcloset. Dang it, I messed up she thought to herself. She heard footsteps coming close. Hermione held her breath as what sounded as three or four people walked by. When she thought she was almost safe, she heard a voice. "Just go already, I have to do something..." It was the unmistakable voice of Draco Malfoy, and the second least person she wanted to see right now. He was mumbling to himself, and Hermione tried to keep quiet. A moment later she heard the room of requirement open. When she thought the coast was clear, she stepped out and nearly got a heart attack. Malfoy was standing right in front of her, and he wasn't happy.
"And what were you doing there, mudblood?" His sneering voice helped Hermione get back to reality. She snapped out of the shock and instantly replied. "None of your business, Malfoy. What were you doing here? All alone?" Draco scoffed. "None of your business." He crossed his arms and looked annoyed. He looked around and said: "Now hurry up, Granger. Or I'll let you know that's it's not very smart to wander all alone at night." Hermione was speechless. No cussing? Not even a wand drawn? "Okay, Malfoy. I'll go." She turned around on her heels and walked away. Once she turned around the corner she sat down, and cried. This surely wasn't a good night.
Draco P.O.V.
When she walked around the corner he felt relieved. Of all people, why had Hermione fucking Granger had to be there. He cursed to himself. He was being a complete jerk. Not that he cared, after all, she was a mudblood. He scoffed and looked around. The wand tapestry that hung before him was pulling him, but he decided that it was way too late to achieve anything in there. Completely tired and without any energy he turned around. Time to go to sleep. As Draco walked through the hallways he though he heard somebody, and that somebody was crying. As he walked towards the sound, he was making sure not to be heard. When he was close to the weeping... girl, Draco was almost completely sure it was a girl, he wasn't really sure he should go through. It was none of his business. But his curiosity was killing him. He decided to glance around the corner, and after that he was in uttermost shock. It was that mudblood, Granger. He was expecting wanting to mock her, but he didn't. He almost felt... sorry for her. Guilty, because he had made fun of her. Draco shook his head. This was nonsense. He turned around and walked to the Slytherin common room, in the dungeons.
Arriving in the dormitry he could't quite lose the image of the crying girl. Draco kept telling himself not to think about it, and why should he? She deserved nothing less than misery for thinking she was better than everyone else. Know-it-all, mudblood, swot. He didn't really mean it though. Not really.
Hermione P.O.V.
The next morning when Hermione woke up, she didn't recall getting back to the common room. Actually, she didn't recall anything after her awkward running in to Draco Malfoy. She did feel sick though, and had the feeling she was going to throw up. She looked at the clock at the wall of the dorm, and saw that she was fifteen minutes lates for breakfast. She got up, hurrying getting dressed and accidentaly trying to pull a sock over her head.
In the great hall everyone was already halfway eating their breakfast, when she came running to the Gryffindor table. Harry and Ginny were already sitting there, talking about the Hufflepuff-Gryffindor game that was coming up. Harry was fairly interested in what Ginny had to say, a little too much if you asked Hermione. Ginny didn't notice at all and just kept on talking. Hermione sat down and opened her Arithmancy book, trying to rehearse the last bits.
"Harry, I honestly think we need to upgrade our techniques on the chasers. Last game they didn't even score twenty points, if it weren't for me of course."
"Yeah. Yeah! You're totally right Gin!" Harry said a little too energetic "I'll tell them to take after you. After all, you're one of the best."
Hermione shook her head. Did he even notice how irritating it was to listen to all the sickeningly sweet things he kept on saying to Ginny? She was taken! And it wasn't like Dean was a bad boyfriend for Ginny, he clearly made her happy. And, THIS was the thing that annoyed Hermione the most, Ginny had been available for Harry for the last 4 to 5 years, and he didn't even think about considering her as girlfriend material. After a deep sigh, she saw Ron and Lavender snogging passionately, as if one of them were going to die in ten minutes. Absolutely disgusting.
"...should reconsider that. Don't you think so 'Mione?" Harry had asked her something.
"I'm so sorry, what did you say? I wasn't exactly paying attention."
"Well ginny and I were discussing the fact that we should reconsider the selection of one of the beaters, you know, the shorter one?"
"Yeah... maybe you should" Hermione smiled, she knew Harry was very interested in this kind of stuff. She also knew from the look on his face that he was going to ask her something differently in the next few minutes. Probably schoolwork.
"Oh, and Hermione? Could you help me with Transfiguration? I really don't get it and I..." She knew it.
"Of course." She said, getting tired at the thought of having to explain it to Harry. The poor guy didn't even understand how to change a bird into a flask, let alone the opposite. Harry did really seem to appreciate it, though.
Suddenly the whole Slytherin table burst out in laughter. Those evil little brats always had smething mean to say. Ginny looked annoyed and mumbled something about her making sure they wouldn't laugh any more for a while, and Harry laughed loudly in response. After that he turned to Hermione.
He gave her a hug and thanked her at least a thousand times. Oh boy, this was going to get hard...
Draco P.O.V.
Not that he would admit it but he liked to watch Granger every morning. It was... calming. She had a steady routine and was never late. Well, until today. When he came into the hall five minutes late, as usual, he didn't see her. That made him kind of anxious. She was never late, not one single day. He gave himself a rebuke. What was he thinking. He didn't care for her. But when she finally came running into the Great Hall, and sat down next to Potter he felt a bit relieved. She was alright. He began eating and finally joined in the conversation about the upcoming quidditch game. Every Slytherin rooted for Hufflepuff.
"I bet they'll learn that Potter boy a thing or two about quidditch. I heard they have a way better team than last year."
"Yeah, they're going to kick their arses!"
Draco added something to the conversation: "I bet that beater is going to send a nicely targeted bludger into Potter's direction."
He laughed along with the rest of the table, and then looked at the Gryffindor table where the little redhead looked like she was going to kill someone. He also saw Potter laughing loudly in response, and then... Hugging Hermio.. Granger? Were they together? Did he like her? What? He felt an awful feeling coming up in his stomach and was confused. What in the name of Merlin's shaggy beard was going on here?