Well that was it, Hermione was going to throw these at him. Making sure to catch his eyes and get them in his mouth, anything to cause the blonde piece of shit some discomfort. Some pain. She practically ran to the dungeons. luckily, the head boy had seperate quarters to the rest of the slytherins , so she could fuck him up without embarassing herself.

She passed the bloody barron, asking for directions to Malfoy's dorm, saying it was 'head boy' business. Being head girl meant she could play that card. She stormed to the portrait that concealed the entrance. It was an incredibly handsome centaur, who bowed when she approached.

Now would be the time to switch on her sweetness.
"Oh, I am dreadfully sorry to disturb you, but would it be possible to speak to the head boy? I'm head girl you-"

"Head girl you say? My Draco does nothing but talk about you my dear! Go right on in!"

Malfoy talked about her? She could of done with out the extra confusion, her head wasn't in the right place for it at that precise moment. She stepped forward in to a lushious dark green common room, that was much like her own. Except, hers was ruby red.

She leant on his couch and took a deep breath in for support.
"DRACO MALFOY GET YOUR SLEEZY ARSE DOWN THESE STAIRS NOW! YOU, STUPID, PIECE OF SHIT!"

Now, Hermione didn't usually swear, but she was very glad she picked now to start. She heard, clumsy, footsteps then saw his bedroom door open at the top of the stairs. He proceeded to stalk down the stairs, a look of both confusion and anger on his face, he scowled as he reached the bottom. His hair was toussled and the top two buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing his pale collar bone and neck, it was enough to make Hermione blush. Looks like she woke him up. 'Good' she thought.

"What the actual hell Granger? I was SLEEPING-" he eyed the flowers that hung loosly in her left hand, almost forgotten. "-Oh."

He looked at his feet and she could of sworn she saw a hint of a blush on his alabaster cheeks. "Look Malfoy, I'm not gonna scream and shout, but today of all days I am not in the mood for your shit. This is really pathetic. Even for you, this is the most foul joke you have ever played-"

"Joke?" He asked confused.

"Yes Malfoy, joke, a joke, a joke that wasn't in the least bit funny!" She declared waving the flowers in his face before discarding them down on the sofa.

"Granger, do you have any idea how much everlasting italian purple tulips cost? Or the rarety of the centaur hair that the ribbon is woven from? Or the difficulty of the spell that had to be performed to get the ribbon to be the exact colour of the midnight sky?"

For once in her life, Hermione was... Silent. She couldn't think of a thing to say. The passion that radiated from his voice as he spoke about the ribbon and the flowers made her frown. Something did not add up, in his eyes she was a... a mudblood, not a pureblood whom he was allowed to associate with. Why the hell would he buy her flowers? A 'filthy little mudblood' who couldnt keep the likes of Ronald Weasley faithful to her? A mudblood who's friends kept things from her, lied to her. It was all too much, the emotions mounted and she let out an almightly sob, and before she knew it, she was sat on the floor crying her heart out. Her, Hermione Jean Granger crying infront of Draco Malfoy, the biggest jerk of all, she was never going to hear the end of it.

~Draco~

Draco Malfoy was head boy, and as head boy he believed that at 4 on a Saturday, if he was still knackered from Friday nights party in the slytherin common room, then he deserved to be left in peace to catch up on sleep. You can imagine then he was not best pleased when at 4:10 he was rather rudely awoken by shouting in HIS common room, being head boy he also believed that his space should be just that, his and his alone, it should not be occupied by anyone but him! Well him, and whoever he may be entertaining, whether that be women or his friends or Pansy, only when they were invited did they ever come in here.

He got up groaning from his bed, he had no idea who was swearing at him, but he was gonna whip their arse for waking him up. But, he didnt, because Hermione Granger was stood in his common room, breathing a little deeply from walking, moving her breasts noticably, her cheeks tinted more pink than usual, she must of been walking pretty fast, he had barely ever seen her break a sweat, even when running when she was late for class she always looked so controlled. So, fit.

Now he studied her more though, he noticed the slight redness of her eyes, her hair looked like it had been raked through by her hands at least 50 times, which is what she did when she was nervous, or upset. But now was not the time to tell her, now was the time to act like Malfoy. A jerk. Not Draco, possible friend.

And then he remembered the flowers, and vaguley heard the word joke. JOKE? she clearly didn't have any idea how many favours he had to claim to make them so stunning. How much he had to pay. 200 galleons, just for that bloody ribbon! Never mind the flowers that last FOREVER that can only be bought in a remote part of italy, well cheap versions could be bought for 5 galleons in diagon alley, but Draco Malfoy did not do cheap.

He told her, and her smile, jeez, her smile radiated through him like sunlight, just for a second though, then it was blurred with confusion, sadness and then... tears? Oh no this was NOT part of the plan, make her like him, he thought she would be... surprised yes but, grateful, happy... impressed even with the flowers. Sobbing Hermione, he did not expect.

"Jeez Granger, I can take them back if you don't like them" Of course he couldnt take them back, why would EVERLASTING flowers be refundable?

"Its just I heard you telling Weasel that they were you favourite and with midnight blue being your favourite colour and all, I thought the ribbon would suit, I just assumed you'd like them," Actually, he assumed she'd love them and come bounding in to snog the life out of him and possibly more. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, why did she have to come now? When he looked like shit? He was flustered, crying girls scared him witless, but someone as strong as this, crying? It was enough to give him nightmares.

Oh god, why couldn't she just be happy that he took time to notice her favourite things and try to make today nice for her? God know's Weasel has probably screwed it up already. At this point she looked up at him, eyes still swimming with tears, brow furrowed in confusion,

"Okay, I get you probably heard me tell Ron about the tulips. I told him numerous times. -Not that he paid attention- but, how did you know midnight blue was my favourite colour. Because, I have only told a hand full of people midnight blue is my favourite colour because-"

"Because you're scared they will buy you things of that colour which you wouldn't wear because you don't think it suits your eyes or skintone." He finished her sentence and she looked up at him, completely dumbfounded with a look of pure shock on her face.

"You moan to much granger, how 'bout a thank you for the flowers?" she shook her head.

"Thank you for the flowers malfoy. But, how did you KNOW THAT?" He kicked something invisible, on the floor, maybe if he ignored the question she would forge-

"Malfoy...?" Bugger. He mumbled something, making sure she didn't hear it.

"Quit mumbling, how did you know?"

fuck it. "You told Lavender, who told Ginny, who told Blaise, who told me."

'damn it,' he mentally cursed. She didn't know that Ginny was seeing Blaise...

"Why did GINNY WEASLEY of Gryffindor tell BLAISE ZABINI of Slytherin?" The look of innocent confusion in her eyes almost made him laugh, he wiggled my eyebrows at her...

"OH! Why didn't Ginny tell me? I'll be having a word when I get back to the tower..." She was more talking to herself by this point, so he switched off. 3mins ago

He just watched the way her mouth moved when she talked, the slight dimple in her left cheek, the way she chewed her lip when she was thinking...

"Malfoy?"

shit, what did she say? "Hmmm?"

"Why would you ask Zabini to find that out for you?" It was more of a statement to herself, but he answered anyway.

He liked the way she smiled when she hinted that he cared.

"Because i err-" he mumbled '...want to be friends' under his breath but he knew she heard, a quirk of a smile crossed her lips, she then pressed them together, stiffleing a giggle. Not for long though, she burst out in to a big grin and began laughing her head off. The way she laughed made him smile, the way her grin was a little bit too toothy, but she suited it, and soon he was laughing right along with her. Then he remembered something,

"Herrrr- Granger? Why were you crying?" Hermione closed her eyes and the laughter abruptly stopped. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, her mouth opened, and moved as if she was speaking, but what she was saying was barely audiable.

"Now who's mumbling?" He whispered humourlessly, sitting down cross legged across from her. She gave him a sad smile.

"Ron, he cheated on me with... with Lavender Brown, I only found out today. And it happened at New Year." She let out a sigh.

The Weasel did WHAT? He knew he would fuck up in some way, somehow, but fuck that-that- skank? She's not even the slightest bit beautiful, not pretty, just a slut who flashes the right amount clevage to get the wrong kind of attention.

His mouth opened in shock, then closed in anger. "I always hated him." the smile re-appeared on her lips.

"NEVER!" the sarcasm was humourous, a glint of a challenge glowed in her eyes. That brought his signature smirk to his mouth.

"Was it really that obvious? Damn. As if he did that, on valentines day. After sending you your favourite flowers...? Bad move!"

"Oh, Ron didnt send me purple tulips, he sent me red roses. Tag still attatched. 3 galleons." The confusion his face made her smile even broader.

"But I heard you tell him, that's how I knew...? I mean I knew he wouldn't spend mega gold on them, or get you everlasting ones-"

She gasped. "They really are everlasting?" She asked cutting him off.

"Only the best. I am a Malfoy." That snapped her to her senses.

"Yes, you are a Malfoy. What's with the sudden personality change? The war might be over, but you should still hate me, I am a mudblood after all-"

"Don't use that word, 'mudblood' implys dirt, filth, I have never seen someone less deserving of that title in my life. Weasel on the other hand... You are the smartest person I know and I have come to realize that we are not majorly different, you and I. I want to propose a truce, just with you though, not with the ginger half wit or scar face. I also want to apologize. I have been an awful person to you, my behavior during the war was unacceptable. I was a complete jerk, can you forgive me?"

She contemplated it for a moment then smiled up at him shyly. "If I accept your apology, are Crabbe and Goyle gonna jump out and start laughing?"

"No, if you forgive me we have a clean slate."

"Then you are forgiven." Draco had never felt so over joyed in his life, she forgave him just like that.

Now it was him who was scared someone was gonna jump out and start laughing, he laughed out loud at his own foolishness, "Hi, I'm draco malfoy." She took his extended hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you Draco, i'm Hermione Granger, but please, call me 'mione."

"'Mione? Yea I might just do that."

Second Chapter Rewrite - DONE!

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