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~*~*Flashback*~*~
Ron held Hermione's hand in his own. He looked at her and took a deep breath as his fingers played across the small velvet box in his pocket. He pulled it out of the pocket of the black muggle tuxedo he wore, keeping it under the small, round table.
Hermione unlocked her fingers from his as the waiter placed their dishes in front of them on the table. "Thank you." Ron whispered to the waiter as his fingers played with the small box, opening it and closing it.
"Are you alright, Ron?" Hermione asked looking up from her dinner. "You've been acting weird all night. And you're sweating. Are you sure you're alright?"
Ron nodded. "There's something I need to ask you." Ron stood up from his seat.
~*~*End Flashback*~*~
Hermione turned around again as Malfoy came jogging out of the classroom. Inside the classroom you could hear the skid of chairs as his students tried to take a peek at the female who'd suddenly caught their male professor's attention.
With a glare over his shoulder the students rushed back into the classroom sitting once more at their desks. He turned back to Hermione. "Hullo." He said grabbing her hand and shaking it.
"Hello, Malfoy." She said as she releases his hand and dropped her own to her side. Draco frowned that she called him Malfoy.
"It's Draco." He said. His eyes grew fierce as he saw her nod her head nonchalantly. He had to remind himself why he had left the classroom. He also had to remind himself, that she had a reason to hate him. But after all, his mind told him, they were grown adults and should at least try to be civil towards each other. He swallowed his pride and began, "Hermione, I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am for how I treated you in school. For all the names I called you.
"I know how wrong it was to call you Mudblood, and I know how much it hurt you. I was just repeating everything I was told to say. And now that my father is gone-" Draco swallowed hard at the mention of his father's death. Whether, it was pain of the loss he was showing, or pain his father put him through during his childhood, Hermione did not know. "Now that my father is dead. I know that I have to make amends with you.
"I just wanted to know if you could ever find it in yourself to forgive me. For all the pain I put you through."
"No." Hermione spat out. As much as she hated to say it, she couldn't just forgive him. Even after he had spilled all of his emotions out to her.
"No?" For a minute Draco's face was hard and cold, like it was when they attended school. "I understand. It took a while for Ron to forgive me too. Maybe with some time-?"
"Wait! Ron forgave you?" Hermione never thought she'd hear of Ron accepting an apology from a Malfoy. Ron certainly had changed after what happened all those years ago. He hadn't changed his attitude towards her, but forgiving Malfoy was certainly not like stubborn old Ron.
Malfoy nodded his head. "Yeah. It took a lot of work, but he realized that I am genuinely sorry."
Hermione stood thinking for a moment, "If Ron and Harry can both forgive you, than so can I." She said nodding her head.
Draco smiled. "Then you wouldn't be interested in going out sometime- like on a date?" He stared down at his hands.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I'll think about it."
He smiled wider. "Okay." They both looked up to see Harry jogging down the corridors between them.
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Harry sat across from Hermione at the table in The Leaky Cauldron. "So," Harry said looking at his menu, "I saw you talking to Malfoy."
"Wait, I thought you guys got along now?"
Harry snorted. "I do NOT get along with him. Once a Malfoy, always a Malfoy."
"But he apologized! And sounded sincere!"
"You know as well as I do," He said setting down his menu, "That Malfoy could always put on a better act than any other person we've ever known."
"He was a kid then!"
"You saw how he had everyone wrapped around his finger!"
"This is just like you. Both you and Ron, never accepting anything you didn't want to believe." Hermione slapped her hand flat on the table.
"Let me guess. First he tried to make you feel bad for him about his dad dying, then he gave you a big smile and puppy eyes, and asked you out?"
"No," Hermione lied. She looked at Harry's omniscient face. "Fine. He did! Is that what you wanted?"
"Yes."
"Cocky bastard." Hermione muttered under her breath looking back at the menu.
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A/N: I know this is a short little poopie, but I'll try to do more after school today!
~*~*Flashback*~*~
Ron held Hermione's hand in his own. He looked at her and took a deep breath as his fingers played across the small velvet box in his pocket. He pulled it out of the pocket of the black muggle tuxedo he wore, keeping it under the small, round table.
Hermione unlocked her fingers from his as the waiter placed their dishes in front of them on the table. "Thank you." Ron whispered to the waiter as his fingers played with the small box, opening it and closing it.
"Are you alright, Ron?" Hermione asked looking up from her dinner. "You've been acting weird all night. And you're sweating. Are you sure you're alright?"
Ron nodded. "There's something I need to ask you." Ron stood up from his seat.
~*~*End Flashback*~*~
Hermione turned around again as Malfoy came jogging out of the classroom. Inside the classroom you could hear the skid of chairs as his students tried to take a peek at the female who'd suddenly caught their male professor's attention.
With a glare over his shoulder the students rushed back into the classroom sitting once more at their desks. He turned back to Hermione. "Hullo." He said grabbing her hand and shaking it.
"Hello, Malfoy." She said as she releases his hand and dropped her own to her side. Draco frowned that she called him Malfoy.
"It's Draco." He said. His eyes grew fierce as he saw her nod her head nonchalantly. He had to remind himself why he had left the classroom. He also had to remind himself, that she had a reason to hate him. But after all, his mind told him, they were grown adults and should at least try to be civil towards each other. He swallowed his pride and began, "Hermione, I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am for how I treated you in school. For all the names I called you.
"I know how wrong it was to call you Mudblood, and I know how much it hurt you. I was just repeating everything I was told to say. And now that my father is gone-" Draco swallowed hard at the mention of his father's death. Whether, it was pain of the loss he was showing, or pain his father put him through during his childhood, Hermione did not know. "Now that my father is dead. I know that I have to make amends with you.
"I just wanted to know if you could ever find it in yourself to forgive me. For all the pain I put you through."
"No." Hermione spat out. As much as she hated to say it, she couldn't just forgive him. Even after he had spilled all of his emotions out to her.
"No?" For a minute Draco's face was hard and cold, like it was when they attended school. "I understand. It took a while for Ron to forgive me too. Maybe with some time-?"
"Wait! Ron forgave you?" Hermione never thought she'd hear of Ron accepting an apology from a Malfoy. Ron certainly had changed after what happened all those years ago. He hadn't changed his attitude towards her, but forgiving Malfoy was certainly not like stubborn old Ron.
Malfoy nodded his head. "Yeah. It took a lot of work, but he realized that I am genuinely sorry."
Hermione stood thinking for a moment, "If Ron and Harry can both forgive you, than so can I." She said nodding her head.
Draco smiled. "Then you wouldn't be interested in going out sometime- like on a date?" He stared down at his hands.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I'll think about it."
He smiled wider. "Okay." They both looked up to see Harry jogging down the corridors between them.
~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~
Harry sat across from Hermione at the table in The Leaky Cauldron. "So," Harry said looking at his menu, "I saw you talking to Malfoy."
"Wait, I thought you guys got along now?"
Harry snorted. "I do NOT get along with him. Once a Malfoy, always a Malfoy."
"But he apologized! And sounded sincere!"
"You know as well as I do," He said setting down his menu, "That Malfoy could always put on a better act than any other person we've ever known."
"He was a kid then!"
"You saw how he had everyone wrapped around his finger!"
"This is just like you. Both you and Ron, never accepting anything you didn't want to believe." Hermione slapped her hand flat on the table.
"Let me guess. First he tried to make you feel bad for him about his dad dying, then he gave you a big smile and puppy eyes, and asked you out?"
"No," Hermione lied. She looked at Harry's omniscient face. "Fine. He did! Is that what you wanted?"
"Yes."
"Cocky bastard." Hermione muttered under her breath looking back at the menu.
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A/N: I know this is a short little poopie, but I'll try to do more after school today!