Chapter Sixteen:

(A/N. I'm feeling a little generous cuz the last chapter was so short and you guys had to wait to long to get the next chapter so…I wrote another short chappie for you! YEAH! Okay, hope you like it! The next one is much longer and much happier!)

Sunday morning Draco packed his things into his suitcase and rolled his stuff out to the common room. Hermione came out pushing her luggage as well. She yawned.

"'Morning." He said sleepily. She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her slender frame.

"Good morning, sleepy head." She said patting his platinum locks tenderly. He chuckled softly as he pulled away. There was a knock on the door and the man who had driven them to camp originally walked in. He smiled and carefully carried the two suitcases away. Draco and Hermione followed with their trunks. They got into the car and began the short ride back to the airport. They talked quietly about random things. Soon they got to the airport. The man loaded their luggage onto trolleys and they went inside, plane tickets in hand. They left their luggage outside the plane and went inside. They sat down together and the plane took off. Draco's mood changed as he realized exactly where it was they were headed. He stared out the window. No matter how much he wanted to step out of his father's shadow, it was easier to say it then to do it. Especially when he was far from home on another continent. If he disobeyed his father openly, Lucius would kill him. Better a dead son than a son who did not know his place. He felt fear creep into his heart. He cared about Hermione but did he care about her enough to die for their friendship. A hand on his shoulder jerked him from his thoughts.

"What, mudblood?" He snapped. Hermione's face showed her hurt and betrayal clearly. He couldn't take it back though. He let the word hang between them. Hermione's eyes narrowed into the look of pure hatred Draco had thought he had forgotten.

"You know, I thought you had changed. I guess I was wrong. You're still that cruel, spiteful, narrow-minded boy I met in our first year at Hogwarts. You are your father's mirror. Just as mean and just as cold hearted." She spat as she stood up, here brown eyes flashing. "I wouldn't be surprised to find you were a Death Eater as well. It would suit your character." She snarled. She could have thought of no better insult.

"You don't know me so don't judge me!" He cried his anger boiling up. Her eyes softened and she nodded softly.

"You're right, I don't know you. I thought I had seen good in you, Draco. I was wrong. There's nothing but anger and hatred in your heart." She said softly. She turned and walked away and for the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy would have given anything that he possessed to have been anyone but a Malfoy and the son of a death eater. He stared out of his window and a soft voice floated into his mind unbidden. For who could ever learn to love a beast?