A/N: Well, here's part four. I had it to post yesterday, but I'm just really lazy. I being Anney. Since you can't see who's doing the typing. Is that right? Who's? I was never good at the who/whom thing. *shrugs* Anyway, read and review. And I have to give a quick *wave* at Aku-Kitsune who has been one dedicated reviewer. Thanks! It makes us work faster to have reviews. But they aren't required. ^_^ Okay, I'll shut up now. I hate really long A/N's and now I'm doing it.
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Chapter four
After sitting by the lake for what seemed like hours Draco finally stood up and made his way to the Great Hall. His hair falling into his eyes, he was surprised at how free this one little act of defiance against his father felt. Draco really did feel like a new person. Finally making it inside the school he paused for a minute to collect himself. He knew that his new look would be a major shock for everyone. After six years of Draco being one way he was now becoming something completely new. He took a deep breath before walking in, throwing on a facade of confidence. He noticed as he continued walking with that air of defiance, that the Great Hall; a usual harbor for loud noise and action had gone completely silent.
Draco was not the only one that noticed the change of volume in the room. Harry looked up to see what had happened. His eyes following everyone else's gaze and he caught sight of Draco. He eyes grew big and he blushed. Then, he choked on his eggs. Coughing frantically to breathe but still keeping his watering eyes on Draco as the other boy sat down. Ron also held his gaze on Draco and reached over, smacking Harry's back. He missed, thought, and smacked Harry hard in the back of his head sending him face first into his food.
Harry now had a nose full of eggs, but his eyes still stayed on Draco as the other boy made himself a plate and settled down to eat. Ignoring every eye on him, ignoring Parkinson's screeches in his ears. Harry had a feeling that his world was about to be turned upside down.
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Draco was the center of female attention for the rest of the day. Girls from each house coming up to him, wanting to touch his hair. Draco had to fight against the words that would spring to his tongue, cruel heartless words that before now he would have said and then laughed at the devestation in the eyes of these girls. Before this summer he would not have hesitated on saying anything. Draco was determined to throw off his fathers influence. Being nice to a few low born females was his first step.
By lunch the whole school knew that something was going on with Draco Malfoy. The loose hair was just the first sign. All day long he had been nice to people from other houses, there weren't any Hufflepuff's in tears over something he said. No fights with Gryffindors no cut down Ravenclaws. There were a few muggleborn students (from Hufflepuff) that claimed Draco was a pod person. The real Malfoy was on a ship in space being probed in horrible places while this version was sent to earth on a mission to confuse people until every student in Hogwarts committed suicide. This was one of the tamer theories.
The next shock for the students happened at lunch. As everyone was leaving Draco, having been pushed by a first year fighting for the freedom from the crowd, ran into Hermione Granger and knocked her over. Her bag spilt and her numerous books and parchments fell on the floor. Normally Draco would have made some type of comment about mudbloods finally learning their place. He might have even stepped on some of her things as he was leaving, just to show his superiority.
Today though he stopped. Ron, having been on edge all day because of the peace between Slytherin and Gryffindor, was ready to fight. He was itching for it really; so when Draco bent down and helped Hermione and Harry pick up her stuff the anger was replaced with confusion and he plopped on the floor. Unable to hold himself upright. The only thing he could think of was if he had prayed the night before because surely a Malfoy being nice to a muggleborn was one of the signs before the end of the world.
"Sorry Granger."
Two words. Two really simple words but everyone within listening distance felt the world tilt under their feet. Draco Malfoy just apologized to a muggleborn. And not just any muggleborn, Hermione Granger. The most hated muggleborn in all of Slytherin next to Potter.
Hermione, though, just smiled. Her eyes clear and calm like always, her mouth still spread in a smile most of the Slytherins had never seen on her face. "It's okay Malfoy. And please, call me Hermione," and with that she walked away. Bag restored, Hufflepuffs laid out in faints and Ron still sitting on the floor staring at Draco like he really was a pod person. Ron blinked once, twice, and then once more. He couldn't believe it. Draco had to be a pod person, just had to. What other explanation was there for such behavior? There was defiantly something off here, this was just too weird. Years of persecution directed towards almost everyone in the school lead them all to disbelief and continuing crazy theories.
Harry stood there staring at Draco yet again for the millionth time that day, "Uh…Malfoy?" he asked, his voice squeaking a little.
"Yes, Potter?"
Harry waited for it. Waited for the sneer come to come, the cold glare and waited for the cruel sound of his own name hit his ears. But it didn't happen. His dropped, there was no sneer, no harshly spoken words and no ice cold glare.
"Well? Don't didn't stand there like that, you look like a bloody fish. What is it?" Draco mentally smirked, this was kind of fun.
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Chapter four
After sitting by the lake for what seemed like hours Draco finally stood up and made his way to the Great Hall. His hair falling into his eyes, he was surprised at how free this one little act of defiance against his father felt. Draco really did feel like a new person. Finally making it inside the school he paused for a minute to collect himself. He knew that his new look would be a major shock for everyone. After six years of Draco being one way he was now becoming something completely new. He took a deep breath before walking in, throwing on a facade of confidence. He noticed as he continued walking with that air of defiance, that the Great Hall; a usual harbor for loud noise and action had gone completely silent.
Draco was not the only one that noticed the change of volume in the room. Harry looked up to see what had happened. His eyes following everyone else's gaze and he caught sight of Draco. He eyes grew big and he blushed. Then, he choked on his eggs. Coughing frantically to breathe but still keeping his watering eyes on Draco as the other boy sat down. Ron also held his gaze on Draco and reached over, smacking Harry's back. He missed, thought, and smacked Harry hard in the back of his head sending him face first into his food.
Harry now had a nose full of eggs, but his eyes still stayed on Draco as the other boy made himself a plate and settled down to eat. Ignoring every eye on him, ignoring Parkinson's screeches in his ears. Harry had a feeling that his world was about to be turned upside down.
~*~*~*~
Draco was the center of female attention for the rest of the day. Girls from each house coming up to him, wanting to touch his hair. Draco had to fight against the words that would spring to his tongue, cruel heartless words that before now he would have said and then laughed at the devestation in the eyes of these girls. Before this summer he would not have hesitated on saying anything. Draco was determined to throw off his fathers influence. Being nice to a few low born females was his first step.
By lunch the whole school knew that something was going on with Draco Malfoy. The loose hair was just the first sign. All day long he had been nice to people from other houses, there weren't any Hufflepuff's in tears over something he said. No fights with Gryffindors no cut down Ravenclaws. There were a few muggleborn students (from Hufflepuff) that claimed Draco was a pod person. The real Malfoy was on a ship in space being probed in horrible places while this version was sent to earth on a mission to confuse people until every student in Hogwarts committed suicide. This was one of the tamer theories.
The next shock for the students happened at lunch. As everyone was leaving Draco, having been pushed by a first year fighting for the freedom from the crowd, ran into Hermione Granger and knocked her over. Her bag spilt and her numerous books and parchments fell on the floor. Normally Draco would have made some type of comment about mudbloods finally learning their place. He might have even stepped on some of her things as he was leaving, just to show his superiority.
Today though he stopped. Ron, having been on edge all day because of the peace between Slytherin and Gryffindor, was ready to fight. He was itching for it really; so when Draco bent down and helped Hermione and Harry pick up her stuff the anger was replaced with confusion and he plopped on the floor. Unable to hold himself upright. The only thing he could think of was if he had prayed the night before because surely a Malfoy being nice to a muggleborn was one of the signs before the end of the world.
"Sorry Granger."
Two words. Two really simple words but everyone within listening distance felt the world tilt under their feet. Draco Malfoy just apologized to a muggleborn. And not just any muggleborn, Hermione Granger. The most hated muggleborn in all of Slytherin next to Potter.
Hermione, though, just smiled. Her eyes clear and calm like always, her mouth still spread in a smile most of the Slytherins had never seen on her face. "It's okay Malfoy. And please, call me Hermione," and with that she walked away. Bag restored, Hufflepuffs laid out in faints and Ron still sitting on the floor staring at Draco like he really was a pod person. Ron blinked once, twice, and then once more. He couldn't believe it. Draco had to be a pod person, just had to. What other explanation was there for such behavior? There was defiantly something off here, this was just too weird. Years of persecution directed towards almost everyone in the school lead them all to disbelief and continuing crazy theories.
Harry stood there staring at Draco yet again for the millionth time that day, "Uh…Malfoy?" he asked, his voice squeaking a little.
"Yes, Potter?"
Harry waited for it. Waited for the sneer come to come, the cold glare and waited for the cruel sound of his own name hit his ears. But it didn't happen. His dropped, there was no sneer, no harshly spoken words and no ice cold glare.
"Well? Don't didn't stand there like that, you look like a bloody fish. What is it?" Draco mentally smirked, this was kind of fun.
