Disclaimer: Like I have been saying, I do not in any way shape or form own
anything in this story, except Damien.
A/N: I love Draco. Even more I love Tom Felton. So read and review.
That night Hermione had to meet with Malfoy to work on the project. She wanted to stay home, but it was for her grade, and more importantly, it was for Damien.
"Hermione, I didn't think you would come." Malfoy stuttered as he saw Hermione approaching.
"Oh, so it's Hermione now? Not Mudblood, or Granger, bitch, or my favorite, OUT OF MY WAY?" Hermione hissed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." He apologized.
"Yes you did! You knew exactly what you were doing! You didn't want Pansy, Pansy of all people, to see you being civil to me. I always thought you hated her. I thought you didn't care what she thought of you. Yet I guess I was wrong." She sneered.
"You know what, I apologized. I tried. If you don't forgive me, then I don't care." He threw his hands up.
"If you had done it last year I would have called you an ass and ignored it, but you were starting to be civil, hell you were almost nice to me. And I decided to be nice to you, but the second anyone sees you turn into your old self again." She sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I apologize immensely. I am sorry Hermione." He said loud at first, but his voice grew softer.
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been such a pain in the ass. I could have been nicer and I could have heard you out at least. I'm sorry." She smiled weakly.
"Truce?" Malfoy stuck out his hand.
"Truce." Hermione smiled.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
That week went by well. They didn't go out of their way to be mean to each other, nor to be extremely nice. Just to be civil. The other students started to notice, but didn't dare to say anything. Until Saturday when Hermione was sitting in the library with Harry.
"So, what exactly is going on with you and Malfoy?" Harry asked out of nowhere.
"What do you mean?" Hermione was confused.
"Well, I noticed that you guys are being nicer to each other. When you pass one another in the hallways you don't glare anymore. I never hear him call you a filthy mudblood. And you don't call him an arrogant little prick. Sometimes I swear I've even seen you smile." Harry arched an eyebrow.
"Nothing is going on. Or not the way you are probably thinking. Since we both have so many classes together, we are both prefects, and we both are working on the big project with each other the rest of the year, we decided to call a truce. We aren't exactly being very friendly, but we aren't throwing insults at one another. Does that make any sense to you?" Hermione questioned.
"I guess so. I just don't get why? Why now all of a sudden? You guys have hated each other for almost five years now." Harry stated.
"I know. It all seems a little weird to me too, but it is working out fine. And I won't question the logic behind all of this so long as it keeps on working." Hermione laughed.
"Right. I'm not sure I entirely believe you, but I won't pester you anymore." Harry shook his head.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
That night Hermione thought about what Harry had said. He didn't entirely believe her. Why? She was telling the truth. It wasn't like she had a thing for Malfoy. It wasn't like she was his evil lover planning to become a death eater. She wasn't even what most people would define as friends.
So if she knew that she was right and he was wrong, why did it bother her so much? Why was it she couldn't get those thoughts out of her head? What was it about what Harry said that irked her so?
A/N: So, what do you think? Was that good enough for you? Or was it not quite up to your standards? Oh well. Review please, and I'll try to update soon.
A/N: I love Draco. Even more I love Tom Felton. So read and review.
That night Hermione had to meet with Malfoy to work on the project. She wanted to stay home, but it was for her grade, and more importantly, it was for Damien.
"Hermione, I didn't think you would come." Malfoy stuttered as he saw Hermione approaching.
"Oh, so it's Hermione now? Not Mudblood, or Granger, bitch, or my favorite, OUT OF MY WAY?" Hermione hissed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." He apologized.
"Yes you did! You knew exactly what you were doing! You didn't want Pansy, Pansy of all people, to see you being civil to me. I always thought you hated her. I thought you didn't care what she thought of you. Yet I guess I was wrong." She sneered.
"You know what, I apologized. I tried. If you don't forgive me, then I don't care." He threw his hands up.
"If you had done it last year I would have called you an ass and ignored it, but you were starting to be civil, hell you were almost nice to me. And I decided to be nice to you, but the second anyone sees you turn into your old self again." She sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I apologize immensely. I am sorry Hermione." He said loud at first, but his voice grew softer.
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been such a pain in the ass. I could have been nicer and I could have heard you out at least. I'm sorry." She smiled weakly.
"Truce?" Malfoy stuck out his hand.
"Truce." Hermione smiled.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
That week went by well. They didn't go out of their way to be mean to each other, nor to be extremely nice. Just to be civil. The other students started to notice, but didn't dare to say anything. Until Saturday when Hermione was sitting in the library with Harry.
"So, what exactly is going on with you and Malfoy?" Harry asked out of nowhere.
"What do you mean?" Hermione was confused.
"Well, I noticed that you guys are being nicer to each other. When you pass one another in the hallways you don't glare anymore. I never hear him call you a filthy mudblood. And you don't call him an arrogant little prick. Sometimes I swear I've even seen you smile." Harry arched an eyebrow.
"Nothing is going on. Or not the way you are probably thinking. Since we both have so many classes together, we are both prefects, and we both are working on the big project with each other the rest of the year, we decided to call a truce. We aren't exactly being very friendly, but we aren't throwing insults at one another. Does that make any sense to you?" Hermione questioned.
"I guess so. I just don't get why? Why now all of a sudden? You guys have hated each other for almost five years now." Harry stated.
"I know. It all seems a little weird to me too, but it is working out fine. And I won't question the logic behind all of this so long as it keeps on working." Hermione laughed.
"Right. I'm not sure I entirely believe you, but I won't pester you anymore." Harry shook his head.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
That night Hermione thought about what Harry had said. He didn't entirely believe her. Why? She was telling the truth. It wasn't like she had a thing for Malfoy. It wasn't like she was his evil lover planning to become a death eater. She wasn't even what most people would define as friends.
So if she knew that she was right and he was wrong, why did it bother her so much? Why was it she couldn't get those thoughts out of her head? What was it about what Harry said that irked her so?
A/N: So, what do you think? Was that good enough for you? Or was it not quite up to your standards? Oh well. Review please, and I'll try to update soon.