All You Wanted 2

By the time Hermione was back in her room she was calmed enough to at least think about Ron. She couldn't believe that he was willing to throw away 6 years of friendship for some whore. She had to get out of her bed or she would go insane. She couldn't sleep thinking about it and get angry again. She grabbed a copy of Gone with the Wind and headed down to the common room.

"Here's the rule-breaker herself." Draco sneered.

"Shut up Malfoy."

"When did you start smoking?"

"Since when did you start smoking? Isn't that against everything you stand for? You do realize that cigarettes are a Muggle thing? I honestly thought that you were at least smarter than that," Hermione sat down on the couch pulling her knees up to her chest.

Malfoy stayed quiet a second, "Every kid rebels."

"Sure, but that's sort of an oxymoron. You hate Muggles and all of that rubbish. I have yet to see anyone but a Muggle-born wizard to smoke cigarettes. And even that is a rarity. Aren't Malfoys better than that?"

"You didn't answer my question," Malfoy said.

"I don't have to answer any of your questions."

"Fair enough, but I can't believe it. You, a goody goody. Breaking the rules and all," Malfoy sneered.

"It isn't that big of a deal."

"But you haven't done it since you've been back to school. What made you steal one from me today," Malfoy asked.

"How do you know that I haven't had one since I've been back?"

"I'd have smelled it on you, like I do now. What happened? I've only seen you that mad when..."

"When you say some rude comment to me or my friends? How do you know that I wasn't angry at you."

"If you were angry at me you wouldn't have taken my cigarettes, much less give them back. So what happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it really,"

"Sure you do. If you didn't want to talk about it you would still be in your room. Don't be dumb with me. I know you're better than that at least."

"Malfoy, you don't know me. Don't for a second imply that you do. I just couldn't sleep therefore I came down to read by the fire and be quiet. You have decided that tonight of all nights that we've lived together that you want engage in some simulating conversation." Hermione's voice was acidic with sarcasm.

Draco looked at her there was something odd in his eyes. It wasn't that loathsome glare that she'd come to expect from him. However, looking back, that glare had slowly faded in the last few weeks. In fact she really enjoyed his quiet company and had started finding him attractive. Very much so

"I don't have to give you any answers, Granger. I just couldn't help but notice that you were rather angry at someone. I didn't see you at dinner with Potter or Weasley. Did you two have a row? I thought the three of you were perfect and never fought about anything."

"Sure we fight. I didn't feel like going down to dinner. I'm not hungry," however Hermione's stomach gave an audible lurch that gave away that she was the contrary.

"Alright whatever you say. What was the row about? Was it Potter? Hmmm? No, it was probably the lame excuse of a boyfriend, Weasley."

"Why do you even care, Malfoy!?"

"No body said anything about caring, Granger." Draco said raising his hands,"It was just an attempt at conversation. Obviously you won't let it happen. I'll leave you to your precious books," he gave a mocking bow and walked toward the door out of the common room. As an after though he turned again toward her, "Did you want anything from the kitchens?"

"Chocolate cake if it isn't any trouble... Thank you," Hermione hesitated to reply. Draco shut the door behind him; she started reading her book.

When Draco got back a half hour late he found a crying Hermione.

"What's wrong," he asked not knowing what to do.

"Oh," Hermione smiled, "It's nothing really. I've read this book so many times and I can't help but cry at this part of the book. I know that Scarlett and Rhett are doomed because Scarlett is a stubborn woman. It's nothing."

"How can you let a book do that to you? If you know that they are doomed, why read it?"

"It's a great book. I can't help it."

"You're crazy. Here," He handed her a plate with a huge piece of heavily frosted chocolate cake.

Hermione smiled her appreciation. And conjured a fork and began eating. Draco sat on the opposite side of the couch and began eating his own slice of cake.

"Ron broke up with me today."

"You never seemed like one that would be so crushed by someone. Where you two that close?"

"It wasn't the fact that he broke up with me. It wasn't even the fact that he was seeing another girl while he was still with me. Well, that's not true, I thought that I would kill him when he said that. Anyway, what really gets me is that he just gave up six years of friendship on some skank. You can't let go of a friendship so easily. That's just wrong on so many levels."

"Just because of a friendship? Hell, I don't understand how you could be more angry at him seeing someone else before letting go of stupid friendship."

"Friendships aren't stupid. It doesn't matter who they are with. His friendship meant more to me than anything else."

Draco was getting uncomfortable, he didn't know what to do or say. She was being calm about it. Weren't girls supposed to be a blubbering mess when they get dumped? Hermione wasn't really like other girls. But judging by how she was acting earlier, she should be more hurt by Ron.

"Why is his friendship so important," Draco asked.

Hermione thought for a second, "He was a good part of the last six years. I never really had a lot of girlfriends. I only had Harry and Ron for friends. We argued a lot at first, but we were close. Ron is a good person. Unfortunately he doesn't care about any of that. It's a shame to give up something like a friendship. That's the strongest bond one can have, save one of a mother and child."

"What changed your mind about talking to me?"

"I don't know. We've been silent to each other long enough I guess. You're not always the evil snot I thought you were. I'm kind of glad that you can be civil."

They ate in silence for a while. Draco was fighting his teachings from his mother and father. His father was still in Azkaban, thankfully. However, his mother can be just as terrible as his father. She kept him under close watch at home, trying to get him to follow in his father's footsteps. Draco knew that wasn't for him. Shortly into the sixth year at Hogwarts it was clear that following the Dark Lord would amount to nothing. Draco wanted power, and influence, he wouldn't be able to accomplish that from a cell in Azkaban. And the new guards were more terrible than the Dementors.

Mrs. Malfoy was also more laid back than his father. It was hard to explain how she was worse and better all at the same time. She didn't abuse him. In fact she has stopped his father a few times. She tore at him with words, and long ago Draco had learned how to turn off the sound of someone's voice.

Both his parents were happy about him getting Head Boy. Neither one of them knew that Hermione was Head Girl. He opted to head off that particular argument and beating Of course they knew who Granger was. She was the Mud—Muggle-born that spent all her time with Harry Potter. They would have tried to get him close to her to get at Harry Potter. That was just something that he couldn't care about. Potter made him angry and wouldn't be able to put himself in a position to serve him to the Dark Lord. Helping the Dark Lord wasn't going to be in his future. Now, he was trying to detangle himself from his family leaving his name intact, the name Malfoy still had influence. It was proving to be a rather difficult task seeing as how his mind was still tinged slightly with his parents' way of thinking.

"Well I guess you're not as bad as I thought you were either, Granger," Draco smiled and Hermione felt her heart leap to her throat. He was damn sexy when he smiled.