Chapter 3
An almost empty classroom. Across the room, stood a silvery, blonde haired-boy, facing the window. He must not have heard them enter. Ron took one step towards him, and the floor creaked. Suddenly, the blonde boy turned around. It was.Malfoy?!
"Malfoy, what the hell are you doing in here, and why are you talking about Hermione?" Harry asked, shouting as loud as voice would go.
"I don't have to answer to you, Potty," Draco sneered, maliciously.
"Why don't you try answering to us, ferret-boy?" Said Ron, stepping in front of the door and locking it, knowing that it still did nothing.
"Oh, why can't you two gits get it? Ever since the end of fourth year I have grown. fond of Hermione. Haven't you two noticed that I don't call her.a mudblood.or make fun of her as much anymore?" Draco said, his face coming out of the sneer.
Harry and Ron just stared blankly at each other. They didn't know what to think. Neither of them could believe what Malfoy was saying. It was just too impossible to even think about. Ron, still dumbfounded, just turned around and unlocked the door and silently stepped through it. Harry followed him, feeling quite the same as Ron. They just still could not believe what they had heard. Ron, leading the way, walked down to the Great Hall, for lunch with confusion on his mind. They would tell Hermione, when they saw her next.
Figuring that it was time to emerge from the classroom, Malfoy started for they hospitial wing. He had to talk to Hermione, whether or not the weasel and potty were there. As he entered the ward, he heard a low, dull hissing noise. Malfoy looked around, wondering where it was coming from.
When he turned his head, he saw something that would never leave his memory. Madame Pomfrey was leaning over Hermione shrinking something on the back of her head. Cancer, Malfoy thought to himself, eyes starting to water. His mother had to go through the same thing the year before. It can't be though, his concious screamed and shouted at him.
Hermione, on the other hand, could feel the presence of eyes upon her and sat bolt up right as soon as Madame Pomfrey finished. She couldn't who was standing there and what they had just seen. Hundreds of thoughts went racing through her mind as Malfoy opened his mouth to speack.
"Hermione?" Seemed to be the only thing his mouth could surpress at the time being. Madame Pomfrey turned around, with a look of extreme angeron her face. She was so angry, that she couldn't speak. She just stormed off to her office and shut the door. The only bother-some thing left, was that Hermione had not quite expressed her anger or emotions yet.
An almost empty classroom. Across the room, stood a silvery, blonde haired-boy, facing the window. He must not have heard them enter. Ron took one step towards him, and the floor creaked. Suddenly, the blonde boy turned around. It was.Malfoy?!
"Malfoy, what the hell are you doing in here, and why are you talking about Hermione?" Harry asked, shouting as loud as voice would go.
"I don't have to answer to you, Potty," Draco sneered, maliciously.
"Why don't you try answering to us, ferret-boy?" Said Ron, stepping in front of the door and locking it, knowing that it still did nothing.
"Oh, why can't you two gits get it? Ever since the end of fourth year I have grown. fond of Hermione. Haven't you two noticed that I don't call her.a mudblood.or make fun of her as much anymore?" Draco said, his face coming out of the sneer.
Harry and Ron just stared blankly at each other. They didn't know what to think. Neither of them could believe what Malfoy was saying. It was just too impossible to even think about. Ron, still dumbfounded, just turned around and unlocked the door and silently stepped through it. Harry followed him, feeling quite the same as Ron. They just still could not believe what they had heard. Ron, leading the way, walked down to the Great Hall, for lunch with confusion on his mind. They would tell Hermione, when they saw her next.
Figuring that it was time to emerge from the classroom, Malfoy started for they hospitial wing. He had to talk to Hermione, whether or not the weasel and potty were there. As he entered the ward, he heard a low, dull hissing noise. Malfoy looked around, wondering where it was coming from.
When he turned his head, he saw something that would never leave his memory. Madame Pomfrey was leaning over Hermione shrinking something on the back of her head. Cancer, Malfoy thought to himself, eyes starting to water. His mother had to go through the same thing the year before. It can't be though, his concious screamed and shouted at him.
Hermione, on the other hand, could feel the presence of eyes upon her and sat bolt up right as soon as Madame Pomfrey finished. She couldn't who was standing there and what they had just seen. Hundreds of thoughts went racing through her mind as Malfoy opened his mouth to speack.
"Hermione?" Seemed to be the only thing his mouth could surpress at the time being. Madame Pomfrey turned around, with a look of extreme angeron her face. She was so angry, that she couldn't speak. She just stormed off to her office and shut the door. The only bother-some thing left, was that Hermione had not quite expressed her anger or emotions yet.