Chapter Three:
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An hour or two passed and not a word was spoken. The silence had started to get at Hermione.
"Can we please talk so that we can get out of here faster?" She asked hesitantly. Draco was lying on the sofa staring up at the ceiling.
"Fine." He said. He made no move to begin the conversation. Hermione gave a frustrated sigh.
"Alright. How about this. We ask simple questions to each other so we can try to get to know each other." She said. Draco shrugged. "Okay then. When's your birthday?" She asked.
"January 5th." He said as he sat up so he was looking at her directly. She frowned. Was he really younger than both herself and Harry?" She wondered. He seemed to understand her questioning look. "I'm turning eighteen. My turn. Same question."
"October 20th and I'm turning seventeen." She said. She thought for a second what question she wanted to ask him. "So why did your parent's call you Draco?"
"I don't know. I guess my father wanted me to have a powerful name so I would be a strong person." He shrugged. "You?"
"My mom loves Greek Legends." She said. Draco stared at her blankly. "Oh, right. Well, the Greek Legends are a bunch of stories written by the ancient Greeks bout their gods and their past. Well one of them is about Helen of Troy. Helen is the beautiful wife of Menelaus, king of Sparta. The Trojan War is started because of her abduction by Paris to Troy because he is in love with her. After the fall of Troy and the death of Paris, Menelaus is reunited with his wide and they resume their reign in Sparta. A daughter, famed to be just as beautiful as her mother, was born to them and they called her Hermione." She finished. She looked up at Draco and found him leaning forward in his seat. He seemed to actually be interested in what she was saying. "I can lend you a book on Greek Legends when we get back, if you want." She smiled. He blinked, frowned then leaned back in the chair.
"Why would I want a filthy muggle book filled with dumb stories?" He drawled. She stared at him.
"Why do you always do that?" She cried. Draco shrugged carelessly and scowled at her.
"Do what?"
"Every time we make a step forward you take two steps back and find some way to make me hate you more than I already do."
"It's a skill." He sneered. She threw up her hands and rubbed her temples to try and abate the growing headache.
"How do you expect to get out of here if you won't cooperate?" She shrieked in exasperation.
"Please stop wailing. Your reminding me of Pansy and it's not bringing very pleasant thoughts to mind." He said haughtily. Hermione's eyes narrowed and she walked over to where Draco was sitting.
"What makes you think your better than everyone? Your money? Your wonderful family name? Your blood? What?" She demanded.
"You'd never understand!" He said softly avoiding her gaze. She moved so she could meet his silvery grey eyes.
"Than make me understand!"
"Why?" Draco snapped, standing up and glowering down at her. "So you can run back to Potty and Weasel and tell them all about pour little Draco's problems? So you can laugh with the other Gryffindors? No thanks. I'd rather keep my secrets to myself. That's where they belong!" He snarled.
"Is that what you think I'm going to do? Run off and tell my friends?" She said softly anger and pain shining out of her teary eyes. "I'm not like you, Malfoy. I don't betray people's trust in me. Whether it's you, Harry, Ron or anyone else." She said softly. She turned and walked away from him, sitting down in a corner of the room, the back of her head touching the cold wall. Hours passed. After a long time a hesitant voice spoke up from the other side of the room.
"So what do your parents do?" Draco said. She kept her eyes closed. She had two options here. She could answer his question and maybe get out of here or she could ignore him. She chose the second option, and for some strange reason she felt that getting out of here wasn't the only motivation for her answering. "They're dentists." She said slowly, opening her eyes just as uncertainly. "Muggles don't have magic so, to straighten their teeth or shrink them, they have to got to dentists. Well, I know what your parent's do…so…what do you do in your spare time? Other than Quidditch I mean."
"I like to read, and draw." He said with a shrug. She raised her eyebrows, she wouldn't have pinned him as an artist. She moved closer.
"You like to draw?"
"Yeah. I'm actually really good at it. My Father doesn't like me doing it, though, so I've never had proper training." There was a pleasant silence after Draco finished talking.
"I think we should try a hug now." Hermione said softly. Draco looked like he was about to make a cruel remark when he thought better of it and nodded. They stood up and met each other halfway. They stretched out their arms and hugged each other awkwardly. The door burst open with a loud chime. Hermione gave a startled yelp as Draco lunged out of her arms and out the door as if he feared the door might change its mind and close again. She laughed softly and followed.
"Very good! You took much longer than I expected but not the longest yet. You made it out in eight hours. Well now you can go down to your rooms, change, and come to the Welcome Feast in the Mess Hall." The cheery old man said.
"Thank you."
"You have an hour before the feast starts. It's formal but not too much." The man said. He laughed merrily and Draco winced slightly. "Well off you go!" He said and Harry and Draco hurried away. They slowed when they were away from the old man.
"He reminds me of Santa Clause." Draco said. Hermione looked at him before laughing. She opened the door to their suite and walked over to her room. Se took a hot shower and pulled on her bathrobe. She lay on her bed to read a while.
Draco was glad to be away from Hermione for a while. He took a cold shower and changed into some kaki pants and a dark green turtleneck sweater. He grabbed a pad of paper from his trunk and a piece of charcoal. He poked his head out the door and was relieved to see that Hermione wasn't there. He went out into the common room and sat down on the armchair facing away from Hermione's bedroom door. He started to draw a beautiful dragon rearing on his hind legs. He was so intent on his drawing he didn't even notice the door behind him opening.
"It's very good." A soft voice said. He turned and only years of training to hide his emotions kept him from gawking. Hermione was wearing a flirty, lace white shirt with flowered print and a short denim miniskirt that showed off her slim legs. Her hair was pulled back in a louse bun with tendrils falling around to frame her face.
"Uh, thanks." He said his voice hoarse. She smiled and nodded. Then he remembered that she was a Mudblood and they were enemies. "Not that I need your opinion." He sneered. Her smile faded and her eyes hardened.
"Oh course not. The Slytherin Prince needs no one." She growled sardonically. She turned and went back into her room. Draco nodded to himself. It was better this way. What was a Slytherin pureblood doing making friends with a Gryffindor mudblood?
