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Second Chapter.
Being Good
The days passed by, Hermione being a jerk, Malfoy being a thoughful, considerate boy. The teachers welcomed this new Malfoy, but wondered why Hermione, their prize student acted this way. One day after class, Professor McGonagall asked Hermione about her sudden change in personality.
"Professor," Hermione said choosing her words carefully, "I um, made a deal with someone and I need to keep it."
"Miss Granger," her teacher said her eyes narrow, "I'd like you to consider whether a deal that is ruining your reputation is worth it."
"Earth to Draco!" Blaise said shaking Malfoy. They were in the common rooms and once again Malfoy was spacing out.
"What?" He asked irratated.
"Pansy and I are going to terrorize some first years," he said thinking about the blonde girl. "Want to come?"
"No," he said truly meaning it. For some reason he didn't want to do that--something he usually liked to do.
"Okay," Blaise said, secretly happy Draco had said "no".
Malfoy decided to go to the library. He saw Hermione sitting at a table, book sprawled all over. Did she need to study that much?
"Hey, Granger," he said politely.
"What?" She asked irratated. Then she looked up and saw it was Malfoy. Shoot, she thought, If he sees me helping Neville, I'm sunk.
"I got the book, Hermione," Neville said showing her the warn leather cover.
"What are you doing here with Longbottom?" He asked curiously.
"Oh Hermione is--" Neville began.
"--leaving right now," she said quickly.
"You said you could help me with the herbology homework," Neville said confused.
Malfoy smirked. "I won," he said in triumph.
"Won?" Neville asked, again confused.
"No," Hermione said ignoring Neville.
"Yes," Malfoy said grinning, "you're being nice. I won. Admit it."
Hermione just stared at him, at a loss for words because he was correct. She lost.
"I'm just gonna.. go..," Neville said awkwardly and left them there.
Hermione sighed and said, "So I supposed I'll have to do your homework now."
"No," he said quickly.
"What?" Hermione asked surprised.
"As much as I hate to admit this," he said cursing himself for saying it, "I like being good."
"You like being good?" Hermione asked disbelieving.
"Yes Granger, I like being good," he said exasperatedly. "How many times do you want me to say it?"
"Son of Alpha Death Eater, Lucius Malfoy; likes being good," Hermione said still shocked.
Draco's eyes turned from exasperation to anger. "I am not my father!" He yelled at her angrily.
Hermione stared in at the enraged Malfoy. "Malfoy, I--"
"Shut up, Granger," he said, his anger boring into her eyes. "Don't talk about what you don't know."
He turned around to walk away from her.
"Draco," hermione said looking at him walking away. He stopped and the sound of his name. "I'm sorry," Hermione said apologetically.
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