Malfoy walked to his room.

He quietly opened the door.

Hermione was putting on a pair of pajama pants. Draco couldn't help but to look at her butt. Next thing he new, he had a little smirk on his face. He actually liked what he saw.

Hermione turned around, surprised.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, angrily.

"I'm not sure if you know, but this is my room, Granger!" Said Draco.

"Well, this is my room too!" She replied.

"But this is my house, and you shouldn't be changing in the middle of the room like that. It is quite rude."

"Well I am sorry then. Where would you like me to change, ?" Asked Hermione, sarcastically.

"There is a bathroom right there." Draco said, pointing to a door on the corner of the room.

"Okay then. Next time I will change in there. Happy?"

"Yes." He said, sounding annoyed.

"Well, it wasn't all my fault, Malfoy. You now know that I live here too. You should've had knocked on the door before you came in."

"Well, I forgot. Okay?" Said Malfoy.

"Alright… It is good that this room has room and beds for both of us." Said Hermione, trying to be nice to him.

"Sure. Look, can I be in my room by myself for a little bit, Granger?" Said Draco, rolling his eyes.

"Why?"

"I just want to take a nap." Replied Draco.

"Well, that is what I was about to do."

"But I want to be here by myself." He said

"Well, like I said, this is my room too, Malfoy. You will have to deal with it."

Draco breathed heavily.

They both jumped onto their beds and closed their eyes. They were both too tired to even think.

Hermione heard something. It was someone knocking on the door.

"Hermione, are you there?" She heard Ron say.

"Yeah, Ron, i'm coming out." She said with a quiet and sleepy voice.

"It is eight P.M already. I thought I should come and ask if you want dinner."

"Dinner? Who made it?" She asked

"Mum sent us some." Ron answered.

"Oh, good. I love her food. Where is Harry?"

"He is downstairs, talking to . I think he made a new friend."

They both laughed.

"Really? Harry? Friends with… Narcissa Malfoy?" Asked Hermione

"Yeah… She said she was really tired of all these death eaters things. And that she was very grateful of Harry for saving Malfoy's life, two times. And in the end, she really didn't want Voldemort to win."

"Ha, weird. I wish this one was like that too." She said, looking at Draco sleeping.

"Maybe he is and I just don't know." Said Hermione.

"Yeah, right." Said Ron sarcastically.

The pair of them headed to the kitchen to eat their food.

"Hey Harry!" they both said together.

"Hey." Said Harry.

Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy looked at Hermione like she was some kind of animal they hated.

"You two will have to get use to this. She is a muggleborn. So what? What is so wrong about being a muggleborn? She is now your superior. And you will have to respect her no matter what. Or you are going to azkaban." Said Harry, seriously.

Hermione smiled at him. A smile that showed him that she was thankful.

"We will be heading to bed." Said Lucius Malfoy.

"I will take you to your room. Just to make sure." Said Harry.

"I'll go with you, Harry." Said Ron.

The four of them went to their rooms.

Hermione was quietly eating her food, qhen she noticed that there was someone else in the room.

"You just gave me a fright, Malfoy!" She said.

"I need to eat." He replied.

"I know you do. I was just pointing out that you made me scared."

"Yeah, well, I really don't care, Granger."

"Just drop it, will you?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure. What are you eating?" He asked, looking at Hermione's food.

"Oh, Ron's mum made it. It is really good. There is still some. Do you want it?" She replied.

"No thanks, I don't eat food made by bloodtraitors." He said, trying to look superior.

"You're such a git." Hermione said, walking away.

She encountered with Harry and Ron on the corridor.

"We have their wands. And they are locked inside their rooms." Said Harry.

"Hey, Hermione, do you want to play wizard's chess with me and Harry?" Ron asked.

"Umm… No thanks, I don't really like that game. And i'm not feeling good. I'll just go to my room and read a book."

Hermione got a muggle book out of her stuff. One of her favorites. It was a fairytale called 'Cinderella', by two brothers named Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm.

Her mum used to read this to her when she was younger. She missed her mum, her hug, and kisses before bedtime, every time she read to her. She missed her parents a lot.

She was almost crying by the middle of the story,when someone opened the door.

Of course. It had to be Draco Malfoy. The last person she wanted to see right now.

"What the fuck are you reading?" He asked her.

"A book." She responded to his idiotic question.

"I can see that. Is it a muggle book?"

"Ye-" She started, but did not finished because Malfoy started talking.

"That is disgusting! Get that filthy shit out of my house!"

"YOU DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT MALFOY!" She said very loudly. A bit scary, actually.

Malfoy looked like his father had just disciplined him. He was whiter than usual. He looked at her with a disgusted face and sat down on his bed.

"Why can't you just accept it?" She asked

"Accept what, Granger?"

"The fact that I am muggleborn. The fact that there are lots of Muggleborns in the world. And the fact that if it wasn't for muggles, wizards would probably not exist anymore." Said Hermione.

"Don't fucking talk to me." Draco responded.

Hermione rolled her eyes and tried not to let him get to her. She got some other books out of her bag. She decided to read 'The rise and fall of the dark arts'.

Draco turned to his side and slept.

Hermione on the other hand, couldn't even read. She was thinking about how much he annoyed her, and how rude he was, and how she wished she wasn't there at that moment.

It was almost one in the morning, Hermione was tires, and went to bed. Still wishing she wasn't there.

It has been almost a week since the trio went to live in the Malfoy Manor. Hermione didn't talk to Draco a lot. Only Harry and Ron spoke to her. She didn't like to feel hated. She was tired of the looks the Malfoys gave to her. She was tired of them.

The minister of magic was coming to give them a visit in less than an hour. Everyone was waiting for him on the family room. No one said anything until the minister got there.

answered the door.

"Hello, everyone!" Said he.

"I will only be here for a bit. Not too long, I only want to know how everything is doing."

"So how is everything doing?" The minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt, asked.

"Everything is fine, minister." Lucius Malfoy responded.

Not everything was fine. At least not for Hermione. Draco was still an obnoxious git. At least they were avoiding each other.

"Alright then. If there is anything you need, just show up in my fireplace." Said Kingsley, half apparating.

"Goodbye to you all!" He said happily.

Hermione kind of wanted to talk to Malfoy. She didn't like her relationship with him, of course, she didn't want to be friends with the git, she just wanted to know why he hated her so much. She thought it couldn't be just because of her blood.

Lucius and Narcissa were reading the daily prophet. Draco ran to his room.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron, spent the whole afternoon talking, laughing, and remembering the past.

"It's nine o'clock, I'm going to bed." Said Hermione

"Kay then, good night, Hermione." Said Ron.

"Night guys." She said

…

Hermione entered the room. Malfoy was reading one of her books. One of her muggle books.

"Ha! these muggles are such idiots." He said, after he noticed she was in the room.

"Brave new world. What an idiotic piece of shit." He finished.

Hermione was raging, on the inside. She wanted to scream. She wanted to hit him. How dare he? How dare he get her book? How dare he read it? How dare he make fun of it in front of her?

"What are you doing with my book?" She said firmly.

"Well, Granger, reading. What else would I be doing?" He said with a smirk on his face.

"Well, it is my book. And you should've asked first if you wanted to read it. Now give it to me." Hermione said, with a really 'clever' voice.

"Come and get it Granger." Said Draco, with his hand in the air.

Hermione tried to get it from him. But he was too tall.

"Give me it Malfoy!" She screamed.

"You'll have to get it Granger."

She jumped so high, that he fell on the ground. And she fell on top of him.

They were both laughing.

Hermione, surprised, opened her mouth to say something. But instead, she got her book from his hand, and went to her bed.

The pair didn't say anything to each other until they went to sleep.

It was six o'clock in the morning. Hermione, Harry, and Ron always wake up earlier than the Malfoys to talk a little bit.

"So Hermione, how is everything doing with ferret?" Said Ron, laughing.

"Why you asking, Weaslel." Said a pale faced person who was now sitting by them.

"You woke up early today, didn't you Malfoy?" Asked Harry.

"Yes I did, Potter."

"Good. You usually wake up at twelve p.m." Hermione said. And the trio laughed.

"So uhm.. Draco. Do you still consider yourself as a death eater?" Hermione finally asked.

Draco looked at them in disgust. He got out of the table loudly, and ran to his room.

"Merlin! I didn't mean to be rude, I just, I don't know." She said to Harry and Ron.

"We know Hermione, he is just an arse." Said Ron

Hermione smiled.

A few hours later, she couldn't take it anymore. Hermione hated hurting people. And she felt like she had hurt Draco a lot.

She went their room. She needed to say sorry.

"Look, Malfoy. I'm sorry if I offended you today at breakfast." She told him

Draco looked at her, he didn't seem angry. He seemed grateful.

"That's fine." He said, and then looked away.

Hermione noticed that he was looking a bit sad. She tried to comfort him.

"Is everything okay? Would you like to talk about something?" She asked him.

"yeah, everything is fine."

"Okay then, if you need to talk about something just talk to me." She said, smiling at him.

"Why would I want to talk to you?"

Hermione looked at him in disgust. She was trying to be nice to him. Why did he act like that towards her? She started to leave.

"And Granger. No, I don't consider myself as a deatheater anymore. He's dead, isn't he?" Said Draco

Hermione smiled at him and finished leaving. He was not that bad at all. Not at all.