DISCLAIMER: I own only the plot. Everything else is owned by JKRowling.
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A/N: Sorry this is so short. It doesn't really go with the next bit I'm going to be writing because that happens a few months on again. That'll be coming soon though!
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More weeks passed by. Ron had been more prepared to accept me since I changed houses. Hermione had explained that it wasn't me specifically who Ron loathed, it was the fact that I was a Slytherin. I still wasn't looking forward to term starting though. Trying to make over two hundred people believe you've changed would be no easy task. But, then again, with Hermione on my side I felt as if I could take on the world.
Term began. When the Gryffindors saw me sat at their table in the Great Hall at the Start of Term Feast, they looked as if they were going to have a fit. The Slytherins glared at me from across the room, their eyes glittering dangerously. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, however, just looked confused.
"Welcome," began Professor Dumbledore, "to the start of another year. Now, there is one very obvious change to our Fifth Year. That is a student has moved from Slytherin to Gryffindor. Now I know there are certain, erm, differences between those two houses but you should all be as accepting and welcoming as possible. Since Voldemort's return, we should all stand united."
Throughout this speech I blushed a deep crimson. Hermione squeezed my hand and Harry gave me an encouraging grin. Ron smiled at me. I appreciated this. If Harry (the most popular Gryffindor) and Hermione (the cleverest) were seen to be accepting me, other's would soon follow.
Our first lesson the next day was double potions. It felt so strange to be sitting on the Gryffindor side of the room and not with Crabbe and Goyle. But, I reflected, it was a good kind of strange. I was no longer Snape's favourite pupil, that was for sure. "Malfoy this" and "Malfoy that" was all I got now. But when he saw me and Hermione sit together, I saw the corners of his mouth twitch upwards slightly into what must have been a smile.
That evening I was sat in the Gryffindor common room. "I'm going to bed now, Draco." Hermione whispered, "I'll see you in the morning." I kissed her good night and watched her perfect form move towards the staircase. When she had gone I turned to Harry and Ron. "Do you think everyone understands what's gone on now? Do you think they may be able to, well, forgive me."
"Sure they will, Draco." smiled Ron.
Harry nodded in agreement. "There'll be some people who'll be a bit weird about it but they'll calm down. And the first years don't know you anyway so they won't have any sort of problem with it."
"Thanks." I smiled.
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A/N: Sorry this is so short. It doesn't really go with the next bit I'm going to be writing because that happens a few months on again. That'll be coming soon though!
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More weeks passed by. Ron had been more prepared to accept me since I changed houses. Hermione had explained that it wasn't me specifically who Ron loathed, it was the fact that I was a Slytherin. I still wasn't looking forward to term starting though. Trying to make over two hundred people believe you've changed would be no easy task. But, then again, with Hermione on my side I felt as if I could take on the world.
Term began. When the Gryffindors saw me sat at their table in the Great Hall at the Start of Term Feast, they looked as if they were going to have a fit. The Slytherins glared at me from across the room, their eyes glittering dangerously. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, however, just looked confused.
"Welcome," began Professor Dumbledore, "to the start of another year. Now, there is one very obvious change to our Fifth Year. That is a student has moved from Slytherin to Gryffindor. Now I know there are certain, erm, differences between those two houses but you should all be as accepting and welcoming as possible. Since Voldemort's return, we should all stand united."
Throughout this speech I blushed a deep crimson. Hermione squeezed my hand and Harry gave me an encouraging grin. Ron smiled at me. I appreciated this. If Harry (the most popular Gryffindor) and Hermione (the cleverest) were seen to be accepting me, other's would soon follow.
Our first lesson the next day was double potions. It felt so strange to be sitting on the Gryffindor side of the room and not with Crabbe and Goyle. But, I reflected, it was a good kind of strange. I was no longer Snape's favourite pupil, that was for sure. "Malfoy this" and "Malfoy that" was all I got now. But when he saw me and Hermione sit together, I saw the corners of his mouth twitch upwards slightly into what must have been a smile.
That evening I was sat in the Gryffindor common room. "I'm going to bed now, Draco." Hermione whispered, "I'll see you in the morning." I kissed her good night and watched her perfect form move towards the staircase. When she had gone I turned to Harry and Ron. "Do you think everyone understands what's gone on now? Do you think they may be able to, well, forgive me."
"Sure they will, Draco." smiled Ron.
Harry nodded in agreement. "There'll be some people who'll be a bit weird about it but they'll calm down. And the first years don't know you anyway so they won't have any sort of problem with it."
"Thanks." I smiled.