I am super sorry for not updating in so long! I thought it was about time to update after I heard the news with JK Rowling and Harry and Hermione. For all I know she could have a change of heart again and start with Draco and Hermione! Please review!

A small pitter-patter rings in my head as I wake; my face feels sticky from the tears and frustration of last night. I remember once the footsteps had retreated there was a crunched up frenzy of hands, the banging of a pillow and the clenching of annoyed teeth. I didn't want to admit it. I still don't want to admit it. I was never friends with, Malfoy. I never was and I will never be. I sit up in the creaky hospital bed and see that most of the beds are empty, save for 2. One is occupied with what looks like a first year with the flu and the other I can't tell because they are scrunched up in a ball under the covers.

Ms Pomfrey comes hurrying in with a vial of purple potion that she hands to the young boy and then scurries over to me, "Ahhh, Hermione. You're awake. How are you feeling? If all goes well you can be released at the end of the day."

"I'm feeling alright. Just few cuts and bruised but nothing that won't heal in a couple days," I say with a smile.

"Great."

She turns to leave but I quickly catch her arm and ask politely, "Do you know if any of my teachers have given me any homework to catch up on?"

"Of course, I should have known you were going to ask," Madam Pomfrey says with a chuckle. "You've only missed a week of class but things have been quite relaxed in class because most of the teachers have been at a meeting with professor Dumbledore for the last couple of days."

A meeting that has taken more than a day? That's unusual.

"Thanks," I shout after her as she leaves the room.

I sit up out of my bed and rest my feet on the cold floor. I slip out of the bed and stretch my arms. I make my way to the door to see if I can snag a bread roll or something before my stomach collapses out of hunger.

"Where are you going?" A voice calls after me.

I give a startled jump at the sudden voice and turn round. I see that the crunched up ball under the cover was actually Malfoy. Oh boy, this is going to be fun.

"Why do you care?" I ask.

I notice that his usual smirk isn't gracing his face and instead a plain, expressionless look.

He sighs and says flatly, "I don't care."

"Good. What happened to your evil hiss and smirk? Isn't that what Slytherins do?" I attack him with questions.

"I'm in Gryffindor now, Hermio-"

I interrupt him, "I don't appreciate you calling me by my first name. It sounds wrong coming from a pureblood like you, Malfoy."

He doesn't reply so I taunt him some more, "What? Your posse isn't here to back you up anymore? I guess you will just have to pay for another one."

His plain face cracks and he erupts, "Look, Granger. I'm not a stuck up pureblood anymore!"

"I really don't think you're the one to make that judgement, Malfoy."

"Oh, really? And why is that?" He says sarcastically.

"Because you're a stuck up pureblood who doesn't realize that they haven't changed. And you never will."

He speaks sharply, "Really? Never? I cannot believe I am talking to the same person who founded S.P.E.W because right now, Granger. You sound like a little brat."

"Are you serious? I sound like a brat? Because I wont be friends with you? I'm pretty sure you got it the wrong way round."

Malfoy says, "Oh because everyone wants to be friends with Granger! She defeated Voldemort. Why don't we all bow down and kiss your feet." His voice gets louder and more forceful, "Would you like that?"

I shake my head and scoff, "I told you, Malfoy-I told you that you would never change."

"How does that prove you point?!"

I smirk, "You're just upset Voldemort is gone."

He shouts in frustration and runs a hand through his hair, "For Christ's sake! Grow up! You're the one who hasn't changed. You wont let go of old prejudice! "

"Look, Malfoy. Just because you come waltzing into my life and act all grown up and act like you've changed. I don't believe you. You're going to have to try a little harder," I pull up my sleeve. " You see this scar? One of your kind did this to me."

"I'm sorry, OK? But what the bloody hell do you mean when you say 'my kind'?"

I give him a short, quick answer, "Death Eaters."

"What? So because I have this scar horrible I will always be a Death Eater? I don't think you understand how much I hate myself for getting it. I would give anything to go back and get rid of this," Draco explains.

"Yep. You have that scar. You made your choice. I have this scar. I will always be a Mudblood but, unlike you, I can accept that," I say.

Draco slams his fists down on to the nearest bed.

"I said I'm sorry!" He shouts through clenched teeth.

"And I don't forgive you."

"Granger," His voice becomes gentler. "I am trying to change."

"I already said that I don't believe you."

"Please just give me a chance?" Draco pleads.

"No thanks."

I turn on my heel and prance out the door. I hear Malfoy shout my name in exasperation and stomp back to his bed. The bed lets out a groan as he lays down.

I walk round the corner of the hospital wing in search for food and bump into Madam Pomfrey.

"Oh sorry, Madam Pomfrey."

"Hermione, I haven't given you permission to leave the hospital wing yet."

Opps.

"I know. I was just looking for foo-"

Before I can finish my sentence Harry and Ron come round the corner.

Harry beams, "Hermione!"

Ron smiles as I turn back to Madam Pomfrey, "I was just looking for Ron and Harry."

She pierces her lips, "Of course you were."

Ron and Harry are quickly by my side and ask her if I can go for a walk with them.

She shakes her head then turns me around and hurries me back to my bed, "Come on now. You're still not well; you need to go back to bed. You two can talk to her while she is resting."

"Ok," I say dejectedly.

Ron, Harry and I turn and head back. Ron and Harry fill me in on what's happening with Luna and Neville, as well as Harry and Ginny. They talk about the latest Quidditch match coming up.

"Mione, hopefully you're out of the hospital by tomorrow so you can watch. It's against Slytherin."

I tell them I will be out of hospital by tonight which makes them smile. They begin a conversation between themselves about Quidditch talk. Everything seems to be back to normal.

Once we are back in the hospital wing, I feel my body tense and look around for Malfoy. When I don't see him I immediately relax. I walk back to my bed and find a piece of paper. While Ron and Harry are grabbing stools I look at the note.

If you're going to act like this then I don't want a second chance.

-Malfoy.

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