Hermione had led me down to breakfast. The first event in which the other students could get a look at her new self. I had expected a number of students to gawk at her but it seemed that no one had noticed that she was even there. She tapped me on the shoulder and nodded her head. She was sending me to the Slytherian table so she could talk to Harry and Ron in private.

*Hermione's POV*

"Harry, Ron." I said and then watched as the boys heads were removed from their breakfasts and looked at me startled.

"Hermione?" I nodded and smiled, they had no idea what I have been going through. I will tell them now. "You look so different, what happened to you?" Harry asked for the both of their curiosity because Ron was near fainting.

"I need to tell you something." Harry nodded standing from the Gryffindore table and tugging on Ron's seemingly comatose shoulder. I led both boys to her common room. It seemed the best choice, so we would not get overhead.

"You should sit." I said taking a deep breath. Harry looked at me oddly.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked, Ron was still just staring at her completely silent. I laughed at Harry's question a bit. In my mind I was running through what I was about to tell them and it seriously sounded nuts.

"Wrong? No." I answered but than rethought myself, "Well in a matter of speaking. Yes you can say something will be wrong, very wrong in the possibly near future."

"Hermione. You're not making any sense. I think you need to sit too." Harry laid a comforting hand on my shoulder leading me to one of the fireside chairs. Harry would understand, he would listen to me completely and get all of my story. I was no longer nervous.

"Harry..."

**

"So you're a vampire thing, Draco is immortal and is now like your husband, your grandfather is really tall, and your grandmother is a psycho evil vampire thing." I nodded looking away as Harry summarized the prolonged story I had just recited. "Well...I can deal with that." He said after a moment's silence lightheartedly. Just like Harry, I knew he would understand. We shared a brief smile and than I heard a movement. Ron had stood up from the couch and walked over to me. His face was completely blank, just looking at me. I stood out of discomfort and than he put his arms around my shoulders and hugged me. Once Ron pulled away I saw his smile, more of a grin actually, and it was contagious. Soon Harry had joined in our little hug and we were all laughing. A snap was heard, Draco had just walked through the portrait.

*Draco's POV* I had just walked in on the golden trio's warm hugging awkwardness. I was about to turn around and walk back out the portrait hoping none of them had even noticed,

"Draco."

Crap. Ron had noticed me and was now walking over to me. I smiled out of scared nervousness.

"Listen if you need a little more time I mean...uh. Hermione?" I started off at a pretty fast pace and than was begging for Hermione's help before Ron pummeled me. Ron had grabbed on to me while I was looking, searching Hermione's face for anything that resembled caring. I shut my eyes tight and started to welcome the punches. But a few moments latter I heard laughing and opened my eyes. Harry and Hermione were nearly busting their guts over something. Than I realized that Ron was hugging me.

"Uh." I mumbled completely confused and Ron pulled away from me still holding the sides of my shoulders. He was grinning at me.

"You better treat Hermione right." He laughed. I looked around. This is not at all how I saw this playing out. I mean I figured Hermione would get to the part about me being the only man she could have children with and than Ron would stand up and start on a rampage about the school looking for my head.

"Hey, you alright?" Ron asked me.

"Yea." I drew out the word as I found my way like a blind man to the couch. "Uh. Hermione. Did you tell them everything?" That could be the only explanation. They had not known everything. But to my disappointment Hermione nodded and smiled at me. "So they don't want to kill me?" I asked her but looked back to Ron and than to Harry.

"No." Harry answered. "We can kill you anymore because Hermione likes you. Pity really. We spent so many hours discussing ways, all wasted now." He finished joking.

"I always knew I was on everyone's minds." I said like my old arrogant self. And Hermione playfully punched me in the chest as I stood and put my arm around her.

So this is what it feels like to have friends.