Hermione had been sitting in the library for ten minutes when the writer of the letter had finally shown up. He glanced at her nervously and pretended to be there to study, not to meet with her. She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"I know you wrote the letter so stop being a stubborn git and sit down!" Hermione said loudly, she apologized when he glared at her. In his Slytherin little jerky way. She looked at her hands and didn't move at all. Not until she saw he had sat down across from her.
"The letter was a mistake, meant to test my birds flying, plus Parkinson dared me to." He muttered. She frowned and blinked several times.
"You want to know what I'm learning in class? Actually, we have this class together, so you should already know that we are working on lies." Hermione growled. She glanced up at his eyes, he blinked, several times.
"So what if it wasn't a accident? Doesn't matter, your the Gryffindor princess. You already have friends like Weasel and-" He stood and made to leave but she grabbed his wrist and sat him down.
"Even if it was a accident, you made me want to get to know you. So now I will. Lets start with one question from me, then you'll have a turn, and we'll repeat." Hermione ordered. He narrowed his eyes at her but didn't say no. "What's it like being a pureblood?" She asked. He made no move to answer. She sighed and grabbed her bag. "Fine, I'll just go." She groaned, stood and started to walk away.
"Its different, your parents usually expect more from you, being the heir to the family and all." He said suddenly. She held back a gasp and turned around. He actually spoke! She had expected him to just still there silently until she left. "Much like mine, I'm forced to attend those ridiculous party's every break I get from school. Its nerve-racking, making sure that I'm absolutely perfect around my parents, myself only around my friends, and a absolute prat while at school. Being a Pureblood means that your supposed to believe everyone is under you, that your better than absolutely everyone, even your friends, that's how I was raised. I am not myself, I am a pureblood. That's all. Nobody but Blaise and Theo know the real me. Crabbe and Goyle don't even know and now they never will because they're dead. That's my fault though. All of it is. If I had never..." He trailed off. She opened her mouth to respond, but he didn't know that, because he had his head buried in his hands, still sitting at the table. "If I had never brought those death eaters to Hogwarts. So, in other words, being a pureblood sucks." He closed, and sat up straight, he looked behind him to see her missing, she sprang out of nowhere and knelt by his chair.
"I'm sorry if I brought up anything you didn't want to talk about." She whispered, she wiped away the tear that had escaped his eye, and stood up again. He shook his head to pull himself out of the daze she sent him into. "Its your turn by the way." She said as she sat down across from him and wiped away a few tears of her own. "Lets not ask the deep things anymore." She added. He nodded.
"Favorite color?" He asked simply. She laughed.
"Red, Silver, and Gold. You?" She responded. He shrugged.
"Black, green, Silver, dark colors pretty much, like I said, raised that way." He said. "Favorite book, magical, only because I only know one non-magical book."
"Favorite magical book is History of Magic, and non-magical, is A Christmas Carol." Hermione said, he furrowed his brows at her, he looked extremely confused, and that made her confused. He shook the confusion from his face and continued.
"Why? What is it with the History of magic that you fancy so much?" He asked. She shrugged and stared at the books along the wall for a moment.
"I guess I really like muggle history back when I still took it, and now, I know both the Magical History, and the Muggle history and it fascinates me how they intertwine. Without Magic, muggles wouldn't have won world war one, and that surprises me more, how have muggles not figured out about magic? It should be known by now! You'd think that everyone would at least think about how the world just suddenly clicks into place out of nowhere! I never really thought about how muggles and wizards balanced each-other out. Who knew? Without muggles, the world would be lazy, and probably uncivilized, wizards spent all their time inventing spells while muggles invent things, without those things, we wouldn't live very much would we? And muggles need the magic that witches and wizards provide, without us, they would still be trying to figure out how to get a lightbulb how to work. Its mental to think about really-sorry, I just realized I'm rambling." She mumbled, but when she looked up, she saw him smiling widely, she had never seen him smile sincerely. It was odd, and intriguing at the same time. Now she really wanted to get to know him better.
"Yes, thank goodness, stop the constant talk of muggles granger." He groaned, now returning the his usual frown. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"You smiled, and you let go of the pureblood act. I saw it." She told him. His shook his head.
"I did not." He fought back. She smiled and crossed her arms.
"Then what in Merlin's name were you doing?" Hermione asked, she put her hands on the table, she was now hovering over the middle. He stared at her for a moment. "Not going to respond? Oh, fine I'll just-" she began to make her want to sit back down in her seat, but he thought otherwise, he put his hands on the table, so close to hers their fingertips brushed, she felt a cold chill go down her spine and rush right back up when he closed the gap between them. She didn't move, her eyes went wide, and she gasped, sort of, it was hard to gasp when you were snogging someone. She watched his eyes open and go wide as he realized what he was doing. He backed away and was gone before Hermione could even process what happened fully.
She snogged Draco Malfoy.