"Of course I will go."

"Good. Be packed for a few days. No one is sure how long she will actually have to wait once she gets there." I nodded and was dismissed. I had to get to charms now. She would be there.

"Watch it Malfoy!" A tempered voice growled when I knocked my shoulder. I looked up and saw that it was Weasley and Potter. Weasley looked very angry at me but Potter looked as if he was about to say something.

"Something you need?" I drawled like a used to, before my life became haunted by helping Hermione.

"Malfoy, I know we are not on the best terms but it seems that everyday we see you and Hermione together more." Harry calmly hinted.

"What are you getting at Potter?"

"What I mean to say is..."

"Are you dating Hermione?!" Ron cut off Harry by pushing him out of the way and grabbing on to me. With his hands on the collar of my robes I saw his face twitch, daring me to say yes.

"You've got the wrong idea, boys." I stated not getting angry, Ron was just being the friend he once was to Hermione. It is perfectly logical for him to be pissed off that his once best friend is fraternizing with the enemy, and in his mind, possibly more. The pause in the conversation led us to start walking to Charms together. It must have been an odd sight to see, me, Draco Malfoy, walking calmly beside Potter and Weasel. People stared on but didn't say anything. The classroom door got closer and closer, Potter was the next one to speak.

"Alright, Malfoy." It was as if he was giving me his consent to be around Hermione, like he had any jurisdiction to do so. Harry nodded politely at me and walked away to his seat. I stood there contemplating what had just happened. I am going into the wilderness of the muggle world in exactly three days and I am acting relatively civil towards the golden boys.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you please, take your seat?" Professor Flitwick brought me out of my thinking with his high-pitched gnome voice. I nodded slightly and filed down the row to my seat. The classroom was much like a tiny auditorium, each row of seats was a step above the lower one. Hermione sat opposite the room of me on the same level and as I sat down behind my desk, I caught her eye. She questioned me silently and I nodded. For the first time in three weeks she smiled, and not just at the waking sun, but at a person, at me. I felt as if my heart started beating with twice the vigor. Hermione was lightening.