Yay! I finally had a) some free time and b) a brilliant idea. So now I can proudly present my third chapter!
Thanks to all of my readers and reviewers. Didn't you just love my last cliffhanger?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Hermione screamed, then tried to yell at Draco but came out stuttering, then she just broke down. This very much appalled Draco. 'What have I done?' he screamed at himself silently. He looked at Hermione who had a giant look of fear in her eyes. Her face had turned red and she looked absolutely furious.
Draco hopped of the bed and came over to where Hermione was standing. "Calm down, Hermione, I'm not going to hurt you." He put his hands on her shoulders. This confused Hermione even more.
"What are you doing here?!" she managed.
Now it was Draco's turn to be confused.
"I dunno, Hermione, you looked so pretty all day today. On the train in your muggle jeans and then at dinner in your new school robes. I was looking at you all the time, but you never even once cast me a glance. I had to see you again, I wanted to see you look at me."
"You wanted Mudblood Granger to look at you?! Have you gone mad?!"
" My Malfoyness makes me see you as a mudblood, not my Draconess. I want to be Draco. I'm not like my father. I'm not Lucious Malfoy."
Hermione was still fuming.
"Alright, Malfoy, I'm looking –
"Draco, Hermione, call me Draco."
"FINE! Draco, I am looking at you!!! You know what I see—
Draco winced. This wasn't what he wanted to happen.
"…. I see an okay guy hiding behind an I-hate-the-world Slytherin attitude."
"Really? You think I'm okay?" He sounded relieved.
"I think you could try to be."
"I never thought about that..."
"Maybe you should."
"That would be hard!!"
Hermione couldn't believe it. " I never said it wouldn't be!"
"The Slytherins won't help me, even though I am their god." ((Thanks to bye-bye))
"How very modest, Malfoy." she said plainly.
"Draco." was his only reply.
"You have to admit it wasn't very modest."
"I agree, Hermione, so wont you help me try?"
Hermione looked at the guy in her room. He had a pleading look in his eyes and he was begging her to help him. Draco Malfoy never begged. But, then again, he never called her pretty either. Did he really want to change? She decided she would give him a chance.
"Yes Draco, I'll help you."
"Really? Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"
It sounded like a foreign language coming from him. He ran forth and embraced he r in a hug. In surprise, she hugged back. Then he suddenly pulled away.
"OUCH!" he yelped.
"What?"
Draco turned his head back and lifted his shirt to look at his back.
"Oh my gosh, Draco what happened?!" gaped Hermione at the bruise forming on Draco's pale skin.
"That stupid Fat Lady of yours! She let me in cuz I did some detective work to find out your password. Then she totally knocked my lights out! Shows just how biased she is against Slytherins!"
Hermione smiled. The Fat Lady was 100% Gryffindor. She smiled again at how upset Draco seemed to be after being hit by a painting. Then she yawned. Draco suddenly remembered how tired he was. He hugged Hermione again.
"Goodnight Hermione, see you at breakfast tomorrow."
"'Night Draco."