Even though she looked as if she was okay with it, she didn't want to face Draco, she couldn't go into her dormitory, find him there and pretend nothing happened. She was also a fool to make a big deal out of it, who could blame her? This was Draco Malfoy, just by the sound of his name you'd know he was evil! But Hermione didn't want to make it obvious that she did have a problem, so at the end of the first week back, she went into her dormitory to read a book after she had done all her homework.

She found Draco asleep, laying sloppily on his bed. Hermione tried to not make a sound, and quietly got into her bed and began reading her book. Every now and then when she turned the page, for some reason, her eyes couldn't resist but take a glance at Draco.

She put her book down, it seemed that it was much easier for her to read Draco instead of the book. "Let's see, once there was an evil prince, who was as evil as anyone could go. He was arrogant, selfish, and very conceited, he would always look into his mirror and talk to himself and say how handsome he was. Many women wouldn't dare fall in love with him.He was handsome, on the outside, but inside, his heart overflows with hatred." Hermione stared at him.

"He had smooth blonde hair, gray hypnotic eyes, his handsome face, and his body, which was a piece of work." Hermione sighed and stared at him again. "One day, he went out of his home, and across his flower bed, he saw a young woman, one of the most beautiful women around."Hermione scoffed at the thought, "I don't think I'm being too conceited now am I?" she said to herself and resumed her story. "The young woman had long curly brown hair, and wore a dress that was made out of pure silk. She was picking some flowers, the prince couldn't help but get mad at her, it was after all what he was known for." Hermione yawned and laid down, resuming her story in her head as she closed her eyes.

[Fady thingies]

"What the hell do you think you're doing in my flower bed?" The Prince said running to where the young woman was. "I was just picking some flowers, I couldn't help but ---" The woman tried to exlain. "Shut up, say no more. Do you want to be arrested? This is trespassing! Get out, and never come back!" he said, pointing his finger toward the village.

"I'll go right away, but first, I must pick these flowers, you see, my mother is terribly sick and there are no flowers as beautiful as these anywhere, so you see---" she tried once again to explain. "I don't give a damn about your poor sick mother! Go over the mountains if out have to, just get out of my sight! Leave this place!" The Prince was furious. The young woman became angry.

"That was such an awful thing to say! How could you ever live like this? Oh look at me, I'm the Prince and I'm the richest crudest person alive!" "How dare you mock me! Guards!" he called. "Wouldn't you, just once in your life care about anything else other than yourself, there are people in your village dying and you, you're here looking at yourself constantly in the mirror! And you don't give, hell if all of them suddenly drowned!" the Prince tried to speak. "Could you once just get a life, a real life, I don't know how the hell you can live like this, but it really isn't for a good cause." "Well of course it is! Who are you to tell the Prince what to do? I give these people £100 a year! You're lucky I even give you money!" "Oh please! You're the Prince." "Don't forget, a handsome Prince" he added with complete arrogance. "Yeah, you're handsome on the outside, hard to believe you'd actually have a heart in there." And the women ran off to her village sobbing.

The Prince felt weird, it was a feeling he'd never felt before, it was unexplainable, pure. "I couldn't possibly." he said in a whisper. He felt like sobbing, he felt like regretting all of the things he had done, he felt like shouting all the things he kept inside himself and once in his life.he cared.

[Fady thingies]

Hermione woke up with a start. She had slept into the night, and woke up at 11:30. Moonlight shone through the stained glass window that divided her and Draco's beds, some of the moonlight shone on his face, Hermione smiled. If her dream was similar to what Draco really was, there seemed to be hope for him to change, not thoroughly of course, Hermione didn't want to change the old Draco that much, after all that was the part of him that Hermione liked, minus the taunting. He was all right the way he was, he just needed some adjusting.

All of the thoughts of the week just completely flew out of her mind, "It was just a little mishap. I don't think he'll do it again anyway, okay, maybe he will, but then hopefully I'll be ready." And Hermione went back to sleep.

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