Saturday, that was the day.
The day that he would turn things around.
And by things, he meant them all- everything.
Not wanting a repeat of the previous night, Draco waited until seven that morning.
Saturday morning, if you want to be specific.
Hermione had slept in, because she usually woke up real early, at five or six.
He was like her, but woke up early every day, not just weekdays.
And he most certainly did not walk up early to study.
He preferred some time to simply reflect, relax and all that.
It had taken him a half hour to plan out his day, and then he had gotten ready.
After showering and getting dressed and fixing his mussed-up hair, he was ready.
Draco snuck into Hermione's room, searching through her bookbag.
He found what he was looking for in the side pocket- her bewitched muggle iPod.
Even he had to appreciate how cool it was to just drag your finger along the screen to play music.
He got to the favorites playlist, which consisted of a mere 238 songs.
He managed to locate the shuffle button, and on came a song with a nice beat.
(A/N- The song is It Ends Tonight, The All-American Rejects, but it isn't really mentioned here, as this isn't a songfic)
He leaned casually against the wall next to the open door, nodding his head along with the song.
"Mom?"
Hermione had turned her head slightly upward, but she made no effort to sit up.
In fact, her eyes were still drifted closed, fluttering a little, but no more.
Draco was silent, watching her, curious as to what would happen next.
He wondered if she would say anything else, something he shouldn't know.
And what would happen when she woke up?
Her mouth opened, then closed again. Then she spoke.
"I had a bad dream, Mom. The same one."
I should leave now. No, I should wake her up. What about the plan?
"He was yelling at me, and it happened all over again."
What happened? Who is he?
"It was for his own good, for both of you! I didn't want you to die!"
Die? Die? Like, die? What secret has she been keeping hidden?
"I loved him, I mean, he is- was- my dad! Of course I loved him!"
So she has parent problems too, huh?
Small world.
Draco waited for her to say more, but she drifted off again, her eyes firmly closed.
The song ended, and he pressed pause and hastily stuffed the iPod back into her bag.
He should proceed with the plan, right?
It wasn't like her problems were going to get in the way of what he wanted?
Or his parent problems. They were a minor thing to consider.
What could his father do, locked up in Azkaban like he was?
And Mother? Like he couldn't hide something from her at age seventeen.
He had had to learn that long ago. Maybe even too early.
Draco walked over to her, shaking her shoulders slightly.
Well, at least she didn't pull her wand on him again.
Rather, she simply stared at him and spoke calmly.
As if this was totally, completely, normal.
As if either of them could ever actually be normal.
"What are we doing today?" she asked.
But he refused to be fazed by her seemingly calm facade.
"I have my plans. Come on, get ready."
But all she did was stand up, moving him aside.
She pulled out her wand, and he nearly winced.
But it was pointed at herself, not him.
Was this a good or a bad thing? he wondered.
But she simply murmured a spell, and even magic-type weirdness was nothing on her.
He had never even heard of this spell before.
The first thing he noticed was her hair, morphing.
It went from quite bushy to really curly, smoothing itself out and settling nicely.
The next noticeable event was her clothes.
Her nightdress seemed to blur into jeans and a sweater, as if swept up in a tornado.
Any smudges or dirt on her skin disappeared, and he could smell her minty breath.
"Where are we off to today?" she asked pleasantly.
"I told you, I have a-"
"And where's Crookshanks? I haven't seen him since yesterday!"
She looked actually worried for the thing.
Though, admittedly, he was growing a little attached to the cat.
Not that he would ever admit that out loud.
It was an animal, for Merlin's sake, even more lowly than a house elf.
Though he had used to put muggle-borns in that same place.
Not her, though. Never her.
"Malfoy?"
His head snapped up and he quickly replied.
"You can see him later. Come with me."
And to his intense surprise, she followed.
