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"Hermione?" he asked, a look of surprise on his face.
"Sorry," I whispered. I moved around him because I wanted to continue my running. Imagine my surprise when he grabbed me by the wrist. What is he doing? Does he want to see me cry so he can have something else on me?
"Why are you crying?" he asked. He looks genuinly concerned about me. Why is that? I'll have to ask him about that later.
"I j- I just, can't take being with my family anymore," I said simply, wiping the tears away from my eyes. Draco nodded a knowing nod and then told me to follow him.
It took a while to get to where he wanted to take me, but before I knew it, we were in front of a room that I didn't expect to see again. Wow, it has been nearly two years since I have been here. Yet, it seems like it was only yesterday that I've been here.
"The Room of Requirement?" I asked through my tears. Draco nodded, passed the entrance three times, and then whispered the password. We both entered and he told me to sit down on the couch. I saw a fire burning in the fireplace before the couch. Without saying a word, he summoned two cups of hot chocolate and passed one of them to me.
"Now then," he said, looking straight at me. "Tell me what happened at your parents house." He is sweet when he wants to be. Without even realizing it, I was telling him about what had happened that evening and how I had lost it and how my dad and I completely told my grandmother off. I feel so ashamed of admitting that I lost my temper, especially on my own family and told him so.
"No need to tell me that," he sneered. "I've known your wrath for many years. Ever since first year, remember? Third year, you punched me, sixth year you gave me two left feet and left me to walk around in circles for nearly an hour before Professor McGonagall forced you to change me back, and then this year, you grabbed me by the hair and began to hit my head against the desk." As he said each event, he counted them off on his fingers. I grew more emberrassed as he named everything that I've done to him, though I couldn't help but smile a bit.
"Yeah, sorry about that," I said sheepishly. "For... everything. But you had it coming to you every single time."
"Yeah, I guess I did, didn't I?" With one more swig of his mug, he finished his coccoa and set it down on the table in front of us. I set mine down as well, even though I hadn't finished it completely.
"So, Hermione, is there anything else that you need to tell me before I call it a night? Cuz whatever it is, you better do it quick, since I have a Quidditch tournament tomorrow." I shook my head and then looked at the clock. My eyes must look like two golf balls right now. It's nearly eleven o' clock.
"Shoot, I'm sorry, I didn't know what time it was," I said, looking quickly at him. He chuckled.
"You know, Hermione, one of the things that you have yet to learn is how to stop appologizing for yourself all the time. Not everything is your fault, you know." I looked at Draco and blinked several times. Do I really appologize so much? I started to appologize for that, but then stopped myself. He's right. Cripe!
"I promise, I will do my best not to do so much appologizing for myself," I told him as I stood up. He stood up as well and stretched.
"I'm tired," he yawned. "I think I'll go to bed now. And you should do the same if you want to see the game tomorrow with a clear vision."
"Yes, Father," I smiled. "Right away, Father." He gave me a sarcastic look before turning on me. "Hey, Draco!" He stopped and looked at me.
"Yes, 'Mione?" It seems so weird to hear him call me by my shortened name.
"I just wanted to say thank you, for listening to me babble about things that don't really matter much to anyone but those involved." He smiled.
"No problem," he said. "I really should be paid for the kind of theropy that I give to those few people I am actually willing to give. Oh, and about your family, don't think too hard on it. Your grandmother just wants to make sure that her daughter gets the best, and sometimes people can take that too far. Trust me, I know. And, if I am right, most muggles would hate the idea of having a witch or wizard in their family. Remeber the Dursley's? They think Harry is the scum on their shoes."
"Like you?" I snickered. He smiled too.
"That's just because he likes to show me up in class. At first, I hated him cuz he was a famous wizard and didn't want to be my buddy. Then, it got out of hand and I just hated him for no reason. Anyway, the whole thing with muggles is probably true. I mean, if a Malfoy ever had a non-witch or wizard for a child, all hell would break loose. See you tomorrow." And with that, he left the room. After a few moments, I left as well.
A/N: Well, there it is. Hope you liked it. Read and review please. It would mean a whole lot!