A/N: Okay, first off, I just want to say how very, very sorry I am! Something happened in RL and it was pretty devastating. On top of that, the chapters I had completed for this story were all gone when my flashdrive broke. Then my laptop had to break because of my ignorant cousin, and I had saved the chapters there as well. =.=
So sorry! Okay, um, I'll ramble more at the end. Please READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END! IMPORTANT! :)
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own it.
"Wake Up!"
Hermione groaned as she felt a heavy weight on her stomach. She mumbled 'no.'
"Wake Up now!"
"Leave me alone," she murmured, trying to push the heaviness off her.
"I said WAKE UP!"
Hermione opened her eyes to find Draco pouting at her. He somehow climbed her bed to wake her up. It would have been adorable, if Hermione wasn't half-asleep. "What time is it?"
Draco smiled cheerfully. "I dunno. I just woke up."
She got up slowly, making sure she didn't drop Draco. She glanced at the clock. "Malfoy! It's 6:00 am!"
He titled his head curiously. "So?"
Hermione stared into his too innocent eyes. She sighed in defeat. "Nothing."
"I'm hungry," he whined. He climbed off her bed. "Feed me!"
"Is that why you woke me up?" She asked in disbelief. She cracked a smile when he smiled sheepishly. "Let's go see what we can eat."
Hermione looked around her room and grinned. It was better than the average dorm in the Gryffindor tower. The room Ginny and Hermione shared was fairly large. Speaking of Ginny, she was still asleep. Hermione walked over to Ginny's bed to see a bundle of blankets.
"Ginny, wake up," Hermione softly spoke. She shook the bundle gently."Wake up."
"Don't wanna," was the muffled response she received.
Hermione sighed before throwing the covers off the Gryffindor girl. Ginny yelped in response to the cold wave of air that struck her.
"Hermione! I was sleeping!" Ginny said, her eyes wide with shock. She looked disheveled with her hair looking quite messy.
"Well, now you're not," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Go wake Blaise, please."
"What are you going to do?" Ginny asked, shivering slightly from the cold.
"Make breakfast," Hermione answered. "It is going to be healthy since they are children."
Ginny made a face. "I think I'm going to go eat in the Great Hall instead."
Hermione frowned. "Just because it'll be healthy doesn't mean it's not going to be delicious, you know."
"Alright," Ginny relented. "Anyway, I don't think the boys can go out just yet."
Hermione nodded. She left Ginny to get sorted and took Draco, who was busy looking at her books, into the restroom. She brushed her teeth, and did the same to Draco. It was quite the difficult task.
"You have to brush your teeth!"
"Don't wanna," he whined. "It feels weird."
Hermione frowned. Her entire childhood she had known the dangers of not brushing her teeth and how to maintain your teeth in perfect condition.
"Stop! You stop!" He said as he saw her fill the toothbrush with toothpaste.
"Look, Malfoy, do you know what happens to children who don't brush their teeth?" She was speaking in a serious voice. Draco shook his head no. "Well, you see, when they get older they have all these cavities. Cavities are little holes in your teeth, and then your teeth start to rot. They become all yellow and nasty and no one would want to come near you."
He looked shocked. "No! No!"
"You're going to brush your teeth?" She asked, holding his toothbrush towards him.
He nodded rapidly. "Yes!"
Hermione smiled and ruffled his hair. Taking care of Malfoy wasn't so terrible. Sure, he was a giant spoiled brat but the innocence in him was startling. He was just like any other kid his age. "I'm going to the kitchen, okay?"
"Why?" Draco asked. "Send the elf."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Mommy always says that the elf's do the cooking!" Draco responded.
Hermione sighed. So this is where the similarities end. "In my home, my mom or I do the cooking."
Draco wrinkled his nose. "You do it? Why?"
"Because many of wizards and witches don't have house elfs to do the cooking and cleaning for us," Hermione patiently told him. "We have to do the everything, and it's good."
Draco furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "But . . . Daddy says that every pureblood has elf."
Hermione frowned. Did he think she was a pureblood? "Look, not everyone is a pureblood. Some of us are half-bloods or muggle-borns. And the majority of us don't use house elfs."
He looked mind-boggled to find that out. "Daddy says every res-respec-respecatable family has them."
Hermione's heart faltered to hear that. "What else does your 'daddy' say?"
"That half-bloods and mud-bloods and muggles are scum," he slowly said, making sure he repeated it correctly. Hermione flinched at his casual use of mud-blood. "What are muggle-borns?"
"Muggle-borns are mud-bloods."
"Oh," he said.
"Draco, can you do me a favor?" She asked him. He nodded his head. "Don't ever say mud-blood again."
He looked confused. "Why?"
Hermione cleared her throat before she spoke. Explaining this to a child, nonetheless, Draco Malfoy was going to be difficult. "When I was twelve, I had two best friends and one of them was on the Quidditch team."
"I like Quidditch!" Draco added. "I have my own toy broom."
Hermione smiled. "I'm sure you do." She took a deep breath before she continued. "So, one day when we were at the Quidditch Pitch, the Slytherin Team came down, too. There was this mean boy, he had been bugging my friends and I, that was with them."
"He was in the team?" Draco asked curiously.
Hermione nodded. "He said something mean, so I said something rude in return. But he called me a mud-blood after that."
Draco's eyes widened like saucers. "You're a mud-blood?"
Hermione winced at the word. "I'm muggle-born, yes. But after he called me that my friends got really angry. It means I have dirty blood, that I'm filthy. It made me cry for a really long time."
Draco's face fell. "You cried?"
Hermione nodded, faintly recalling all the memory. This new information seemed to get Draco angry.
"We should go beat him up!" He exclaimed loudly.
"Who?" Hermione asked as she returned to the present.
"The mean bloke!"
Hermione smiled but shook her head. "That's very sweet of you, but no." She hesitated in speaking the next part since she wasn't sure if Draco was going to remember all of this when the potion lost effect. "I've already forgiven him.
A/N: Again, so sorry, it's short. But I lost motivation after the incident. . . I started to join challenges and I've written more Dramione's! They're on my profile if you want to check them out.
Okay! I have a vague idea where I want to take this story. At least, I have the ending figured out. The middle part is where I'm stuck at. So, I'm asking you, the readers, to review any ideas you want to see happen! Thanks so much for all your wonderful support! I'll update more tomorrow!
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