"You sure it's muggle studies you need the help with?" Hermione was sat in the library surrounded by books and Draco Malfoy.

"Hermione, I think you know me well enough at this stage. I need all the help I can get with Muggle studies; it has been my worst subject since starting school." Draco laughed slightly. "And that includes divination, which I was horrible at."

"How come you chose to do muggle studies in the first place then?" Hermione couldn't understand trying to do something you know you were horrible at.

"I wanted to understand the people I have been fighting against for the past few years. My father always told me that muggles were bad and they don't deserve to be in our society. So I wanted to see if this was right, which to be honest I never thought was right. The other thing is and I've never told anyone this." Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I have applied to work in the Muggle department at the Ministry of Magic."

"Really; that's brilliant, it's really brilliant!" Hermione beamed and patted him on the leg absent mindedly. The pair suddenly went stiff and the tension in the room rose; they hadn't discussed their kiss in the corridor since it had happened a couple of days previously.

"Erm yeah, anyway should we get too the studying? I have muggle studies in two days and I really can't afford to fail it." Draco smiled uncomfortably.

"Right well let's go through some of the easier stuff first and then we can go in to history and stuff like that." Draco nodded; he was now hanging on her every word. "The prime minister of England is David Cameron and he does it with a man called Nick Clegg. Now this all happened because..." Hermione had forgotten how much she actually enjoyed teaching people.

"So what are you doing in Hogsmeade this weekend?" Draco asked as they were packing up the books three hours later.

"Professor McGonagall has let me see my parents; someone is going to take them to the village. I hope it's going to be ok and they don't get too overwhelmed."

"That's great though, it gives them a chance to get to know you a little bit more."

"I know I am looking forward to it." Hermione smiled broadly as they walked out of the library. The two walked quietly through the corridors on the way to the common room.

"Thank you so much for the help today, you didn't have to spend your Friday evening with me like that." Draco finally broke the silence.

"It's ok, I like to help people and you asked so nicely." Draco and Hermione had arrived by the portrait blocking the entrance to their Dumbledore house. "Maybe we should go in separately as your friends haven't really taken to me yet."

"Yeah maybe that is the best idea; I'll see you in the library tomorrow after we go to Hogsmeade." Hermione grabbed Draco by the shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. "We don't need to be so uncomfortable around each other. I like you and I hope you like me."

"I do like you." Draco's face went a shade of red that reminded her of Ron. "Sherbet lemons," said Draco as the two walked in to the common room.

Hermione walked in first and over to her friends while Draco walked up the stairs to his bedroom. Hermione went to the corner where her best friends were sat on chairs talking to each other in lively tones. As soon as she took her seat on the empty space next to Ginny the conversation suddenly stopped and they all looked at her. After a few awkward moments they began talking again, but they continued to ignore her.

"What's going on?" Hermione turned to Ginny.

"They're still angry about you teaching Draco and trying to introduce him in to our gang. After what he did to our family and friends in the war I don't think they are going to forgive him easily. I'm not exactly pleased with what you're doing, but you are my friend so I am trying to give you the benefit of the doubt." Ginny explained the situation in full detail.

"They're acting like I wasn't involved in the war and those things that happened to them happened to me also. I obliviated my parents mind and now I'm trying everyday to get them to remember me and I remember his involvement in Dumbledore's death. After all of that I am willing to give him a chance, because I really believe he has changed and he is worth giving the chance." Hermione's voice got louder as her rant went on. She wasn't shouting at Ginny but raising it enough so that Ron and Harry could hear what she was saying. Their conversation has stopped yet again and they were looking at her with her mouths open at Hermione's rant.

"I know you were there too." Ginny said timidly.

"Well don't you forget it." Hermione looked over Ginny's shoulder at the boys, before storming in to her room and crying herself to sleep.

Instead of letting her friends ignore her Hermione took the initiative and sat with Draco for breakfast before going to see her parents in Hogsmeade. She couldn't believe her friends wouldn't even try to give him a chance after all she had done for them. Once she was in Hogsmeade she didn't have to worry about them. Her stomach was still doing tumble turns as she was about to see her parents face-to-face for the first time since Christmas. She had some photographs she had found in her trunk that she had brought with her to Hogwarts in her first year. Thinking about them she remembered when Ron first saw them and continued to shake them, because they weren't moving.

"Mum, Dad." Hermione beamed as she walked through the door of the three broomsticks. They were sat immediately behind the door to the right. Her father seemed to have recovered from the accident he'd endured a couple of months before.

"Hermione dear how are you?" Her mother came over to give her a hug. It still wasn't the hug Hermione remembered as a child, but she was working on it.

"I'm doing great; just revising for my exams which start on Monday. How are you doing Dad, you know after your accident?" Hermione sat opposite her parents.

"Oh I'm doing ok, things still hurt a little bit. I'm sorry about the letter after the accident; I did it because I didn't want to pull you out of school."

"Right ok." Hermione was still a little hurt by the letter her mother had sent her.

"I realise we haven't been trying as hard to make this relationship work. So we've decided that after you finish school we are going on a family holiday and we're going to try and fix this situation." Her mum said with a triumphant smile on her face.

"Wow, thank you. Where are we going?" Hermione had immediately cheered up.

"South of Spain, it's somewhere we've never been to and I don't think you have been there either." Her dad chimed in again.

"I was looking in my trunk a couple of days ago and I found these photo's from when I was a child. They are before we found out I was a witch so I thought they might help with remembering my childhood first." Hermione pulled the three colour photos from the bottom of her bag. One was her running around in her back garden after a football and another was her sitting on her father's knee after eating an ice cream with most of it on her face. The final one was a family photo, which had been taken by a neighbour at a barbecue. She hoped that these might trigger something in their memories or at least one of them.

"That's brilliant let me have a look see." Her mother popped her glasses on. "Oh yes that's our back garden." She said pointing to the photo of Hermione kicking a football. Hermione could see her parents scanning the photos and she stared at the looking for some flicker of recognition.

"You can take them with you and see if they remind you of something." Hermione said hopefully.

"Was this one taken at the Murphy's barbecue?" Her mother's eyes lit up. "It's like I can smell bacon when I look at this photo. I can remember running around after a child who had stolen one of the packets of sausages; that must have been you." Hermione smiled because she remembered that event and sneaking the sausages without realising they needed to be cooked before they could be eaten.

"Yes it was; oh that's so good you remember something."

"I'm sorry honey I don't have any recollection, but I will work on it." Her father had a slightly sad look on his face.

"Don't worry dad, it will come." Hermione tried to remain positive. Nothing more positive happened after her mother remembered the barbecue, but that was enough for Hermione. The small memory immediately made her relationship with her parents better. It was almost like they knew she wasn't lying now that some memories were coming back. There was a bounce in her step as she walked back to Hogwarts as everything suddenly seemed slightly more positive now.

Draco was wondering around his room looking for the books he needed for revision with Hermione. He couldn't believe that he could have a girl like her especially after what he had done to her and her friends. To be honest he couldn't believe he had the feelings he did for a girl like her; it would be wonderful to say he always had those feelings and he just did what his father told him to do. In his first few years at Hogwarts he found a deep hatred for Harry Potter and his friends, which included Hermione. It wasn't until his sixth year that he realised everything he believed was wrong, but it was far too late to take it back.

Once he picked up all his books he headed down through the common room and towards the portrait hole. On his way he found Ron Weasley's sister Ginny pulling up cushions from the chairs dotted around the room. He decided that this might be the chance to make a good impression on Hermione's friends.

"Erm, Ginny do you need some help." Ginny didn't even respond to the answer she just looked at him for a moment and continued to look. "Sorry." Draco said pitifully as turned to face the portrait hole again.

"Draco I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." He put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm looking for my History of Magic notes, because I'm an idiot and I've managed to lose them." Ginny looked at him timidly feeling sorry about her initial reaction.

"Well, I don't have time to help you look as I'm on my way to revising with Hermione." Ginny's face dropped. "I do have my notes which you can have, I can ask Hermione to help me with transfiguration instead."

"No if you need them I can't take them off you."

"Seriously don't worry about it; I can learn something else tonight."

"Thanks." Ginny didn't quite know what to do she had never seen Malfoy like this.

"Don't worry about it; just make sure you give them back to me before next Friday." Draco handed over his notes and said bye to Ginny.

"Draco," Ginny said before he left the room. "They will come around eventually because they love Hermione. If she believes in you then so do I." Draco smiled as he walked to the library.