A/N- Thanks for reviewing! That's what keeps me writing :D I'll try to make the chapters longer!
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Hermione was supposed to be feeling great, she was supposed to drop Draco on the floor, laugh at him and walk out smiling, but she couldn't.
The look on his face was not full of anger as she tought it would be. He seemed to be smiling for some reason, like he was proud of her. Proud of making her give her all, yet hurt for loosing.
So Hermione put Draco down gently, waiting for him to say something.
''Yes, looks like you won.'' He said, getting up, staring at her with a half smile.
Hermione smiled back, and noticed Draco's arm was a bit hurt and bleeding from the bird's bites.
She pointed her wand at it and said, ''Ferula.''. A bandage came out of her wand, wrapping around his arm.
''Thanks.'' He was looking down, trying not look directly at Hermione.
Hermione felt that he was feeling hurt for loosing, so she just walked out, unlocking the door with a ''Alohomora'' spell.
When she came back to the room it was 12:30. ''It was fast...'' She thought to herself, while changing into a black shirt that she used to sleep.
That night she couldn't sleep well. She was confused and didn't know why, and that terrified her. Random images kept coming to her mind. Draco attacking her, Draco hurt, always Draco.
She felt sorry for him, he wasn't used to loose, and she knew he was suffering.
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Resting his hurt hand on the window ledge, Draco looked out over the verdant landscape of Hogwarts, his home. Behind him on a table lay many paper balls, and blank pages, waiting to be filled. He recalled from distant memory Hermione's words, from vague corners of his mind that somehow retained the words spoken by the girl he most hated, yet couldn't hate anymore. He was trying to write her a letter, but he had absolutly no idea what to write, because he didn't know what he was feeling.
Now he respected her, and the fact she was a muggle born didn't batter him anymore, because she could do things he couldn't, and that was admirable.
He laid down on his bed and stroked his hair back from his forehead, and stared at the ceiling, trying to put his contrary emotions in place. He would never be able to write what he was feeling, the only way was to talk directly to her.
He got up, sat on the wooden chair and put his arms on the table, picking up a blank paper. He lifted his quill and started to write,
''Granger,
Meet me at the secret room. Wait for me inside. Go right after dinner.
Draco Malfoy''
He folded the note and left it on the table. He would give it to her first thing in the morning.
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''Good morning Mione!"' Harry shouted from the griffindor table, calling her to seat next to him. Ginny was there, as a few other girls from her dorm.
''Good morning Harry,'' She said, sitting in front of him, ''Where's Ron?''
''Sleeping. He couldn't sleep last night.'' Harry answered, as he took another bite from his fried chicken.
''Why? It has to be something great, he wouldn't miss lunch for little!'' Hermione took Harry's pumpkin juice and drank a little of it.
''Not sure...oh, I heard about you and Malfoy! I knew you could do it!'' Harry muttered to her.
''Oh, thanks! How did you hear about it?'' Hermione asked, feeling a little better than last night, though not less confused.
''Not sure either. Someone told me! Oh, and don't look now, but Malfoy's been staring at this table for 'bout 10 minutes. Guess he's making sure you're not here to kick his ass again!''
Hermione looked down, waiting before looking. She glanced quickly at the Slytherin table, and her eyes met Draco's. He slightly pointed at a huge vase with orchids between the two tables. She looked back at Harry quickly.
''Ha-harry, can you do me a favor?''
''Huh? Oh, sure, what?'' He cleaned his mouth with a napking.
''Can you, uh, check that vase over there? See if there's something in it?'' She pointed at the orchids vase.
Harry was confused, eyes wide open, ''What? Why?''
''Just do it, please, for me!'' She pleaded so hard that Harry had no choice.
He got up, walking towards the vase, without noticing Draco's expression of disbelief as he saw him exploring the vase.
Harry looked through the earth and found a small piece of paper, folded four times. He was going to read it, but then he thought it would be better to give it to Hermione. He walked back to the table, sat down, and handed the note to her.
She smiled, ''Thank you!'' and took the note from Harry's hand, opening and reading it, a bit confused, yet feeling a relief worth of any confusion in her mind.
Harry drank a bit of his juice, which was almost over, since Hermione drank almost all of it, and questioned, ''Who is it from?''
She gave the note to Harry. She couldn't lie to him, he was one of her best friends.
''Malfoy?'' He shouted, making almost everyone of their table look in their direction.
''Ssh! Yes, Malfoy! The secret room is where we dueled last night.''
''You're not going there again tonight are you? He's probably setting you up! You KNOW he hates to loose!'' Harry have her the note back.
''I don't know Harry...last night Draco seemed a bit different...not so...arrogant...''
''Hang on...'' Harry whispered, ''Did you just call him Draco?''
''Oh Harry, focus! As I was saying, MALFOY seems to be wanting to...talk. Just talk. Besides, I'll have my wand, I'll be in no danger.''
''Maybe...but remember, this is Malfoy. He's the guy who's been making our lives hell here at Hogwarts for the past six years. He's not the kind of guy you wanna get close to.'' With that said, Harry sollowed the last drop of pumpkin juice from his glass.
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After lunch, Hermione wandered in the halls, without knowing what to do. It was sunday, and there weren't many students inside the school. She wasn't paying attention to her way at all, she was only thinking about what Draco wanted.
She suddenly hit someone, and almost fell, if it wasn't for that person's hand holding hers and stopping her from her fall.
''Dr-Malfoy...'' She whispered, fixing herself up without noticing she was doing so, ''I'm sorry, I was looking at the...ceiling'' She finished, feeling stupid for her last words.
''With your mind in the space, hard not to.'' He answered, and she couldn't tell if he was making fun of her or just making a friendly joke.
''I...'' She started, but Draco interrupted her quickly,
''Did Potter read the note?'' He was a little more serious, still not showing his feelings through his face.
''Yes.'' She answered, and would say no more.
''Did he convince you not to go tonight?'' He looked down.
''No. No! I will go. You know, Malfoy, it wouldn't kill you to actually try to see how nice Harry can be!'' Those words came out of her mouth before she could think if she was saying them or not.
He looked up, and answered, ''Everyone seems to live through Potter's eyes. That's why I'm evil to you and Weasley. If you saw things through my eyes, Potter would be the bad guy. You see my answers and comments as bad based on his history, but no one has ever stopped to learn about my history, my family, my problems.''
Hermione stared at him amazed. Draco had feelings like everybody else, and she never stopped to think of them. But she would from now on.
''See you later.'' He gasped, just realizing he had opened a bit of his heart to Hermione, leaving her to wander in the halls alone again.
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Hermione was supposed to be feeling great, she was supposed to drop Draco on the floor, laugh at him and walk out smiling, but she couldn't.
The look on his face was not full of anger as she tought it would be. He seemed to be smiling for some reason, like he was proud of her. Proud of making her give her all, yet hurt for loosing.
So Hermione put Draco down gently, waiting for him to say something.
''Yes, looks like you won.'' He said, getting up, staring at her with a half smile.
Hermione smiled back, and noticed Draco's arm was a bit hurt and bleeding from the bird's bites.
She pointed her wand at it and said, ''Ferula.''. A bandage came out of her wand, wrapping around his arm.
''Thanks.'' He was looking down, trying not look directly at Hermione.
Hermione felt that he was feeling hurt for loosing, so she just walked out, unlocking the door with a ''Alohomora'' spell.
When she came back to the room it was 12:30. ''It was fast...'' She thought to herself, while changing into a black shirt that she used to sleep.
That night she couldn't sleep well. She was confused and didn't know why, and that terrified her. Random images kept coming to her mind. Draco attacking her, Draco hurt, always Draco.
She felt sorry for him, he wasn't used to loose, and she knew he was suffering.
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Resting his hurt hand on the window ledge, Draco looked out over the verdant landscape of Hogwarts, his home. Behind him on a table lay many paper balls, and blank pages, waiting to be filled. He recalled from distant memory Hermione's words, from vague corners of his mind that somehow retained the words spoken by the girl he most hated, yet couldn't hate anymore. He was trying to write her a letter, but he had absolutly no idea what to write, because he didn't know what he was feeling.
Now he respected her, and the fact she was a muggle born didn't batter him anymore, because she could do things he couldn't, and that was admirable.
He laid down on his bed and stroked his hair back from his forehead, and stared at the ceiling, trying to put his contrary emotions in place. He would never be able to write what he was feeling, the only way was to talk directly to her.
He got up, sat on the wooden chair and put his arms on the table, picking up a blank paper. He lifted his quill and started to write,
''Granger,
Meet me at the secret room. Wait for me inside. Go right after dinner.
Draco Malfoy''
He folded the note and left it on the table. He would give it to her first thing in the morning.
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''Good morning Mione!"' Harry shouted from the griffindor table, calling her to seat next to him. Ginny was there, as a few other girls from her dorm.
''Good morning Harry,'' She said, sitting in front of him, ''Where's Ron?''
''Sleeping. He couldn't sleep last night.'' Harry answered, as he took another bite from his fried chicken.
''Why? It has to be something great, he wouldn't miss lunch for little!'' Hermione took Harry's pumpkin juice and drank a little of it.
''Not sure...oh, I heard about you and Malfoy! I knew you could do it!'' Harry muttered to her.
''Oh, thanks! How did you hear about it?'' Hermione asked, feeling a little better than last night, though not less confused.
''Not sure either. Someone told me! Oh, and don't look now, but Malfoy's been staring at this table for 'bout 10 minutes. Guess he's making sure you're not here to kick his ass again!''
Hermione looked down, waiting before looking. She glanced quickly at the Slytherin table, and her eyes met Draco's. He slightly pointed at a huge vase with orchids between the two tables. She looked back at Harry quickly.
''Ha-harry, can you do me a favor?''
''Huh? Oh, sure, what?'' He cleaned his mouth with a napking.
''Can you, uh, check that vase over there? See if there's something in it?'' She pointed at the orchids vase.
Harry was confused, eyes wide open, ''What? Why?''
''Just do it, please, for me!'' She pleaded so hard that Harry had no choice.
He got up, walking towards the vase, without noticing Draco's expression of disbelief as he saw him exploring the vase.
Harry looked through the earth and found a small piece of paper, folded four times. He was going to read it, but then he thought it would be better to give it to Hermione. He walked back to the table, sat down, and handed the note to her.
She smiled, ''Thank you!'' and took the note from Harry's hand, opening and reading it, a bit confused, yet feeling a relief worth of any confusion in her mind.
Harry drank a bit of his juice, which was almost over, since Hermione drank almost all of it, and questioned, ''Who is it from?''
She gave the note to Harry. She couldn't lie to him, he was one of her best friends.
''Malfoy?'' He shouted, making almost everyone of their table look in their direction.
''Ssh! Yes, Malfoy! The secret room is where we dueled last night.''
''You're not going there again tonight are you? He's probably setting you up! You KNOW he hates to loose!'' Harry have her the note back.
''I don't know Harry...last night Draco seemed a bit different...not so...arrogant...''
''Hang on...'' Harry whispered, ''Did you just call him Draco?''
''Oh Harry, focus! As I was saying, MALFOY seems to be wanting to...talk. Just talk. Besides, I'll have my wand, I'll be in no danger.''
''Maybe...but remember, this is Malfoy. He's the guy who's been making our lives hell here at Hogwarts for the past six years. He's not the kind of guy you wanna get close to.'' With that said, Harry sollowed the last drop of pumpkin juice from his glass.
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After lunch, Hermione wandered in the halls, without knowing what to do. It was sunday, and there weren't many students inside the school. She wasn't paying attention to her way at all, she was only thinking about what Draco wanted.
She suddenly hit someone, and almost fell, if it wasn't for that person's hand holding hers and stopping her from her fall.
''Dr-Malfoy...'' She whispered, fixing herself up without noticing she was doing so, ''I'm sorry, I was looking at the...ceiling'' She finished, feeling stupid for her last words.
''With your mind in the space, hard not to.'' He answered, and she couldn't tell if he was making fun of her or just making a friendly joke.
''I...'' She started, but Draco interrupted her quickly,
''Did Potter read the note?'' He was a little more serious, still not showing his feelings through his face.
''Yes.'' She answered, and would say no more.
''Did he convince you not to go tonight?'' He looked down.
''No. No! I will go. You know, Malfoy, it wouldn't kill you to actually try to see how nice Harry can be!'' Those words came out of her mouth before she could think if she was saying them or not.
He looked up, and answered, ''Everyone seems to live through Potter's eyes. That's why I'm evil to you and Weasley. If you saw things through my eyes, Potter would be the bad guy. You see my answers and comments as bad based on his history, but no one has ever stopped to learn about my history, my family, my problems.''
Hermione stared at him amazed. Draco had feelings like everybody else, and she never stopped to think of them. But she would from now on.
''See you later.'' He gasped, just realizing he had opened a bit of his heart to Hermione, leaving her to wander in the halls alone again.