What is wrong that the boy? Doesn't he realize that everyone has their own demons? I'm sure that Malfoy has to face them everynight just like we do, thought Hermione as she stomped away from her best friends.
She decided to walk inside castle to get a drink of water to cool herself down. Right as she walked thou the grand doors, she heard a voice.
"Hello Granger" said a cooled voice
She turned her head to the voice. She knew that voice, but had never heard it without a sneer to it.
"Malfoy. Long time, no see". She was a bit shocked that he was talking to her.
"It has been a long time, hasn't it."
"I suppose it has. So, Malfoy, how are you?"
"I've been better to say the least, but overall better then I have been in a long time"
"What do you mean?" The concerned voice she used was not something that he was used to or even know that she was capable to use when it came to him.
"Well, people aren't that forgiving. Most seem to think that I need to be locked up, even with the truth of my family's history out in the open now."
He stood there with his blond hair in his eyes as he hung his head down with his arms folded over this his somewhat define chest. His hair was long for a man, but nothing like his father's. It framed his face nicely and showed off his lovely features. Most people seen to think that he looks like his father, but Hermione could see his mother in his face mainly now that she this close to him.
"I've heard. I'm sorry about everything that has happen to you." Hermione looked up at his face trying to make eye contact with him. Her hair was wavy now and was loose around her shoulders.
He finally looked sightly up since Hermione was a head shorter then him.
"Thanks, but I don't need you or anyone else feeling sorry for me. I'm moving on with my life and I'm dealing with whatever gets tossed at me." His voice said kindly.
Hermione had never seen this side of his and it made her wonder if he would have kinder if he didn't have that man for a father raising him.
"So, Granger, what have you been up to this last year?"
"Well, I finished my last year of schooling at the Weasley's house and now I'm in training to become a mediwitch. What about you?"
"Well..." he said while running a hand through his hair, something no one has ever seen a Malfoy do before. "I..."
"Could everyone please take your seat in the Great Hall so we can start the ceremony?" A sonorusife voice rang through out the school grounds.
"I guess I'll have to tell you another time" with a slightly half turned smile.
"Sure, we could get together some time for a drink and talk if you like." She said this hopefully. There was something about him now that seem to draw her to him. Something that she didn't understand, but wanted to.
His eyes seem to have lit up sightly, as he was hoping to get to know her as an actually person and not as someone that his father called a 'mudblood'.
"I would like that. How about after the ceremony?" The sound of hopefulness was in his voice and body language.
"Okay, I'm free...So, who are you sitting with?"
"Oh, I was just going to sit in the back. I don't really have anyone here that I know of that would like to sit with me." he signed.
"Why don't you sit with Harry, Ron and I?"
As she was saying this, her two best friends had just walked up to them.
"Hello Malfoy" stated Harry as he extend his hand to him.
Draco took it. "Hello Potter, Weasley." He nodded at Ron.
Ron nodded back. He was wearing a face that looked a bit confused, but it must have been him trying to keep his mouth shut.
"Well, as what I heard Hermione said, you are more then welcome to seat with us."
"Are you sure? I don't want there to be any problems."
"Of course we are or we would have asked." Stated Hermione.
"Well..."
