Draco was not very well like outside of a small wizards for one big reason: His father worked for wizard Hitler and essentially was a wizard Nazi. Nt that he knew who Hitler was since world history, especially anything to do with muggles, wasn't taught at Hogwarts. That being said, muggleborns still called he who should not be named wizard Hitler because it was less of a mouthful while still being accurate. Seeing as a large portion of the wizard student population was of mixed descent or even muggleborn, this did not make them view Draco favorably, the exception being the other kids of wizard Nazis, and the junior wizard Nazis that he shared a house with. That is not to say that all the members of Slytherin House were wizard racists, but the unfortunate fact was that due to the founder's views, even then outdated, that that is where racist wizards ended up.

If Draco could have take anything back, it would be how he acted and the things he said his first year at this school. He regretted isolating himself from basically the entire student population with spouting his slurs and talking about "the wrong sort", the type of thing he thought was perfectly normal as his father said them very frequently at home. It wasn't normal though, and soon he was left with only the wizard racists, two in particular.

Crabbe and Goyle weren't completely bad, at least that's what Draco told himself. In truth they came from a similar background as him, the sons of other wizard Nazis, but where he ultimately disagreed with his father's views, they embraced those same views. They were also dumb as rocks and basically wizard hillbillies. Their family trees were not so much trees as much as chains, splitting one generation only to be joined the next. This was no exaggeration, Draco had seen their family trees, first cousins getting married every other generation, they had showed them to him with pride of being a pure blooded wizard. Sure they were pure blooded enough to satisfy even his father's standards, but they were so inbred that Draco was surprised that wizard banjo music didn't follow them around. The only thing that they really had going for them was the fact that they actually hung out with him. That alone was enough for him for a while, especially since no one else would, but he found himself hating the person he was around them, and all because he didn't want to lose the two people who actually liked him.

Draco couldn't live in isolation anymore, because even though Crabbe and Goyle were some loose definition of friends to him, he was alone. He knew that if he acted the way he wanted to act, be who he wanted to be, they would positively hate him, but he hoped that somehow if he was his own draco, others might like him for that. It would be a struggle of course, how could he shed the slurs and racial comments just like that? He couldn't, but maybe he could make up for it in some small way. At the very least it got him away from Crabbe's extra ear that grew on his back.

He found Hermione where he knew she would be; in the library like a nerd. Of all of the muggle born students, he had given her the most crap, tossing slurs in her face, and for what? All he managed to do was make her hate him and maintain a "friendship" with two of the most inbred wizards he ever met, and probably would ever meet. He knew it was stupid, but the least he could do was apologize, she deserved that much.

"Hermione, can I talk to you?" The sound of Draco's voice startled her from her reading, she was so absorbed she hadn't even noticed him walk up to her table.

"Fuck off Malfoy." Came the curt reply as she returned to the book, pointedly ignoring him.

"I'm serious, I need to talk with you." He was met only by silence. He stood there for a long time, without saying a word.

"What do you want Draco?" She snapped, her voice an angry whisper.

"I just want to talk to you." A grimace crossed her face.

"Just say what you need to and then leave me the wizard hell alone."

"Hermione, I just wanted to say..." He looked down as he was suddenly unable to meet her gaze. "… I'm sorry."

All that followed was silence. Draco didn't know what he was expecting, anger mostly, but he didn't think for a second he would be me with nothing. He looked back up at her, forcing himself to meet her gaze. She looked bored, like it was everyday someone apologized for years of racism directed at her. This odd detachment made him uncomfortable, even more than he already was coming to apologize. Malfoys tended to not apologize, part of the reason his father had so many enemies and why all his friends were too stupid to realize he was being serious.

"Well?" Draco ventured.

"Well what?" Hermione replied coldly.

"I just told you I was sorry." He managed to get out.

"So what? You didn't even bother saying what you were sorry for..."

"I'm sorry for everything! The things I've said, they way I've treated you and your friends, the names I've called you." Draco interrupted. Hermione just raise a hand to silence him.

"As I was saying, you didn't say why you were sorry, and further, what good is your apology?"

"But I am sorry, for everything."

"And what good does that do? You still did all that stuff. Your apology changes absolutely nothing, and it certainly doesn't make up for the things you've done." The words struck deep, the truth ringing clearly to the shocked Draco. "And if that's all, I'm leaving." Hermione stood and began to gather her books and quills, silently cursing the fact that they didn't use pens.

"Wait," Draco grabbed the edge of her robe, "I want to make it up. I know I can't but I want to try. Please, I'll do anything." He begged.

"Anything?"

"Anything." The grin that grew on Hermione's face made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His stomach knotted in dread.

"Meet me back here in twenty minutes then."

Hermione used the twenty minutes to go drop her stuff off in her Dorm and pick up a few supplies for Draco's apology. She quickly found just what she needed and tossed the items in a small bag. Satisfied she had everything, she started to leave, but was distracted by something unusual in the common room.

"Is that a waffle iron?" She asked, causing Harry to jump.

"No! I mean... Yes." Harry answered frantically.

"Why?"

"It was built that way." Chuckled Harry with a nervous edge.

"No, I meant why do you have it?"

"To... make waffles of course."

"But there's no electricity." Hermione pointed out.

"I uh... was told someone in Hufflepuff could get it to work."

"Whatever, save some for me if it works." Hermione said over her shoulder as she made her way out. Harry let out a sigh of relief as she left. He turned his attention back the twins.

"So how much for the stuff you gave me last time?"

Draco found himself in an isolated corridor in some isolated part of the school. Soon after Hermione came back she had led him down the twisting hallways until they found this spot, speaking not a word as she led him there with the mysterious bag in hand. When they were well and truly alone, she finally spoke.

"Put these on." She tossed the bag at draco. He looked inside was shocked by what was inside.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"All of it?"

"Yes." Draco sighed. He didn't want to wear what was inside the bag, but how else could he get her to accept his apology? Draco stripped off his clothes under the watchful eye of Hermione, his face flush with embarrassment. He paused at his wizard underwear, uncomfortable at the thought of her watching him take them off.

"Oh fine." She turned her back to him. Grateful, Draco took off his wizard underwear and stood in the wizard nude. It was then that he noticed how drafty the school was. He reached into the bag and pulled out the first item; a pair of panties. He quickly pulled them on and realized something. He realized that they were surprisingly comfortable, and that he wouldn't mind wearing them in the future. They were soft against his skin and the lace trim gave a certain elegance to the undergarment. Another plus he noticed was that they made his wizard ass look great, magical even.

The next thing to come out of the bag was a plaid miniskirt. It briefly occurred to him that this skirt was not part of the uniform and by no means fit any dress code. This skirt was meant to tease and entice, so why the hell did Hermione have it? He supposed that what they said about the nerds and the quiet girls might very well be true, at least in her case.

"Looks good on you." Hermione's voice startled Draco. He had forgotten that she was there, as he dressed up he had become more and more distracted admiring how the clothes look on him. He did look good. His legs were made to be shown off and the skirt did just that. He wished that he had shaved his legs though, that would complete the look.

"Thanks." Draco said blushing, he could feel her eyes roaming over his body.

"You are really serious about this apology."

"Yes! I mean it, I want to make it up to you!"

"Well then, there is one little thing left." Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it at him. Draco's heart skipped a beat and panic flooded his body. She spoke the words of an unfamiliar spell and light washed over his body.

"What the wizard hell!" He screeched in sheer panic. A moment later he realized he was completely fine. "What did you do?"

"Look at your legs." He obeyed and noticed that the spell had removed the hair and had left his legs hairless and smooth. He ran a hand down them, feeling soft ivory skin.

"There is a spell for that?"

"Of course." Hermione said matter of factly, "What, did you think we shaved them ourselves? Do you have any idea how long that would take? We have magic so of course we would have a spell for shaving our legs."

"Could have warned me." Draco grumbled. In truth, he was enjoying his hairless legs and was rubbing them together to enjoy the smoothness. "So does this mean you accept my apology?"

"That wasn't the little thing left to do." Hermione grinned devilishly, the flickering torchlight casting ominous shadows on her face. "We are just getting started."