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The next day passed without incident, partly because they only saw each other in Potions and Charms and partly because they both took to avoiding the common room. Hermione was in her room and thought about what had gone on that day and what homework she needed to do, when a knock on her door stopped her.

"What do you want?" she said to the still closed door.

"I need to talk to you." A muffled voice came from the other side of the door.

"talk." She invited, lifting her wand to open the door but thought better of it.

"Can I come in?" now the voice was irritated and muffled.

"Can I trust you in my room?" she called, rolling her eyes.

"Can I come in or not, Granger?"

"Come in." she said finally.

The door cracked open at first and Malfoy stuck his head through, as if afraid another book would be hurled at him. She smiled and cleared a little space off on her bed and motioned for him to sit. He did, but not without casting a wary glance around the room.

"So what did you come to talk about?" she asked before picking up "Handbags and Gladrags".

"Some one sent you a letter." He said, looking uncomfortable suddenly.

"Well can I have it please?" she asked sticking her hand out.

"The damn bird won't let me touch it." He said, raising a hand to show a little nick at the end of his index finger. A small trail of blood oozing down his finger.

"Oh." She said, trying to hide a laugh.

She walked out into the common room and looked around.

"Where is the owl?" she asked looking around.

"Over there." He almost growled, pointing to the couch.

She looked over the back of the couch and at the owl.

"Sempre?" she said, stunned.

"What?" Malfoy asked, looking over her should to the owl.

"It's my owl Sempre." She edged towards the owl, afraid he would bite her.

"Just get it already." He said impatiently.

"Well excuse me but I happen to know the owl hates me. Just wait a minute." She snapped. Her eyes never left the owl in front of her.

"Why would you have an owl if it hates you?" he asked her, making her spine stiffen.

"Because I didn't get to choose it. My parents decided to get me an owl and didn't know much about them. They got the first one they saw."

She sighed and finally made a grab for the bird's leg. She got scratched but finally got the letter.

"great." She mumbled, reading the first line.

"What?" he asked, looking over her shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, Malfoy." She sighed, folding the letter and walking back into her room.
"what is it Granger?" Draco asked to the closed door of her room, the door was getting talked to a lot.

"None of your business Malfoy!" she said opening the door. He stepped back when he saw tears on her face.

"Sorry." he said quickly, watching as she left the door and sat on her bed, the letter laying next to her. "What's wrong?" he asked softly, stepping in and going to sit beside her.

"You wouldn't understand." she said, snatching the letter off the bed and shoving it into her pocket. "Could you please leave?" she asked, looking at him.

"Could you please tell me what's wrong?" he asked, not liking her tears and also not liking the fact he cared.

"Why do you care? You're probably the reason for it anyways." she said angrily, hitting him on the arm. He like to brag that he was tough, and he was mind you, but that hurt. She backed a punch when she wanted to, he filed away.

"What is probably my fault?" he asked, touching the site of impact lightly. "That's going to bruise." he muttered to himself, wincing when she laughed a bit.

"I hope it does." she said defiantly and even though he wasn't looking at her he was sure she just threw her hair over her shoulder. Girl's always did that when they made him feel like an idiot.

"Shut up and tell me!" he sighed, not totally caring as much as he did before the hit.

"How can I shut up and tell you?" she asked.

Draco looked up at her and noticed the tears stopped flowing and she was smiling at him.

"You bloody well know what I meant!" he said glaring at her.

"I don't feel like.....HEY!" she said as he across her and took the note from her pocket.

"Hey!" he mimicked as he read the first line of the letter. "Dear Hermione, hello dear it's daddy,"
he read aloud, pausing to look at her and roll his eyes at the word 'daddy', "I'm sure your mom wrote you about the holidays and how we'll be going to the states over them. I know she didn't tell you everything. Love, we're moving there. You're mother and I that is. I know this is a surprise to you and I'm sorry. You will of course be staying at school, we wouldn't want to pull you out of Hogwart's, will all of the good stories we've heard about it. You're mother and I have decided to tr y business in the states, we just need a change."

Draco looked up at her after he finished the message, not reading the last few parts aloud because she had already started crying again. The rest described how they won't be moving until December and it would be best if she went home to pack her stuff, they had already arranged a flat for her after she graduated. He could understand the tears now. He couldn't imagine his mother writing a not to him telling him that he was basically kicked out of the house and he'd probably never see her again. His father had always insisted that he would be kicked out when he was 18, after he got The Mark of course. But since his death his mother had totally turned around. She wasn't the unloving, uncaring mother his father forced her to be. She wrote daily actually.

"I'm sorry." he said, knowing it sounded lame. "But I don't see how it's my fault." he pointed out, closing his eyes when she glared at him. "Or maybe I do, I don't know." he said, putting his hands up.

"You're father probably got them to move, probably threatened them!" she exclaimed standing up and yanking the letter from his hands.

"It would be kinda hard for him to do that, seeing as how he died last year." he said looking up at her.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't know." she said, putting a hand on his arm.

"Don't worry about it. I'm surprised you didn't know. Everyone does." he said shrugging. He okay with the fact that Lucius was dead. Yeah the guy was his father but he did a lot of horrible things

"Oh." was all she said before sitting back down next to him.

"So, when are you going to go to pack?" he asked.

"I don't know probably this weekend, best to get it out of the way." she sighed. He admired her when she raised her chin.

"Do you want me to go with you?" he asked surprising both of them, but meaning it.

"Yeah. I'd like that." she answered after a minute pause. "I'd like that a lot."

Draco let out a sigh of relief. With things off their chest maybe they'd form a friendship. He hoped so, she was starting to grow on him.