Disclaimer: I wrote this story, but the characters aren't mine. The characters in this fanfiction all belong to J.K. Rowling.
Hermione's POV:
Well, I found Ginny to put my make-up away. She was suspicious, but agreed reluctantly. I started towards the Room of Requirement, and when I reached it, it opened to reveal Mal – Draco standing there with a...smile? on his face. No smirk? Strange.... It was so romantic. A candlelight dinner! We sat down and began to eat – I didn't eat much at the feast – and converse. "So...why are you being...so nice to me now?"
He looked thoughtful, "I admire your guts. No other girl has been able to stand up to me besides you. In third year, when –."
"Oh, yeah, that," I blushed, searching my mind for another topic. After dinner, he led me back towards the Fat Lady's picture and gave me a kiss on the cheek...is this really Draco Malfoy? Or have I unleashed a hidden...nice side of him? I was perfectly elated. I entered the common room and who could be there besides Ron and Harry. You know, maybe I should try to convince them that Draco isn't as bad as we all used to think. "Hey, Ron, Harry. You know, I just witnessed the most shocking thing! Dr – Malfoy was helping somebody! Can you believe it?! Well, it took me a while to believe it, but I did. I thought about it, and maybe he does have a good side to him. We should give him another chance." I looked at the boys' reactions. Harry looked bewildered and angered, while Ron looked mad...hurt, was it? Why'd he be hurt? Ron suddenly ran up to the boys' dormitory.
"Hermione, what's gotten into you lately?! How can you throw six years of hatred for Malfoy away?! I mean, he made you cry and upset you multiple times!" Harry shouted, before ascending his dorm.
A pang of guilt shot through me. Maybe they were right. But Draco had been so nice. How do you know it's not all an act? a voice inside me said. I brushed it aside and went up to my own dorm for the first time tonight. I walked past the different dorms, almost entering the fifth years' dorm. It had become a habitual thing. I found my way to the sixth year dorm and settled in, still thinking about the boys' reaction.
Ron's POV:
I couldn't stand being in the Common Room anymore, so I ran up to the sixth years' boys' dorm. I heard Harry yelling something downstairs, and then his footsteps parading up the staircase.
"Ron..." he said apprehensively, "Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked. He shook his head,
"Come on, Ron! I'm not daft. You didn't tell me you fancied Hermione, but anybody could tell! And you just proved it by running up here. I can tell you're upset...."
I stared at him, "How can anybody tell?!"
He waved his hand, "It's obvious. How you were jealous of Krum at the Yule Ball.... But why does it matter why Hermione thinks that Malfoy is some sort of...hero now? It doesn't mean anything."
"Yes, it does, Harry!" I said loudly. I quieted down, "You didn't hear all those rumors."
"Ron, they were rumors!" Harry said impatiently.
"But Hermione just proved them right! A ton of people are saying that her and Malfoy are...together. I can't talk about this any longer. I'm turning in. 'Night." And with that, I got into the bed with my trunk on it and fell asleep.
"Ron! Ron, wake up!"
I looked up to see Seamus Finnigan kicking my bedside getting ready for the first day of classes. "Thanks for waking me up, mate," I said a bit groggily.
He just nodded curtly and returned to what he was doing.
I got ready and went down for breakfast. Harry and Hermione were already there...except, they weren't talking to each other at all. It seems like in our third year when I thought Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers. I sat down next to Harry, "Hey, Harry."
He grunted in reply.
I felt as if something had happened before I came. "What's wrong?" I whispered.
"We got into an argument," he said angrily, gesturing to Hermione.
"About Malfoy?" I asked.
He nodded and returned to stabbing at his eggs.
Hermione's POV:
In the morning, I woke up, got ready, and went down to breakfast. "Hey, Harry," I said a bit dejectedly, as I took a seat across him.
"You never answered my question," he said. His voice sounded...icy.
"What question?" I asked.
"What's gotten into you lately?" he said, making it seem like the most obvious thing in the world. "Why are you talking this way about Malfoy?"
"What way? I just saw him doing a good deed –."
He shook his head disbelievingly, "Are the rumors true?"
My eyes widened, but I regained my composure quickly. "What rumors?!"
"The rumor that you're dating Malfoy." He stared at me intensely.
There were rumors?! How?! "Rumors are rumors."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" he exclaimed.
"Make of it what you will," I answered, eating some toast distractedly.
He slammed his fist on the table, "Fine!" and turned away from me as Ron approached him.
A few minutes later, I stuffed my bag with the book I was reading, heaved it over my shoulder, and stormed away. I was wandering the halls quite aimlessly.
BAM!
Ugh, I crashed into somebody and fell. I looked up to see – to my surprise – a smiling Draco!
He helped me off the ground, "You seem grumpy today."
"I am," I said shortly, "Sorry about bumping into you."
He shook his head dismissively, "Had a fight with Potter?"
"How did you know?"
"You know, I also sit in the Great Hall."
"What class do you have next?"
I pulled out my schedule. "Ugh, Double Potions." I hope he doesn't have the same thing. Or else he'll ask me to be his partner and Harry and Ron will get their proof.
"Oh, no. Listen, I've got Herbology and it starts in five minutes. I'll see you later." And with a swish of his robes, he was gone.
I turned around and saw none other than Ron staring back at me with horror and contempt written across his face from a few feet away....
A/N: Well, tell me how you liked this chapter. Constructive criticism works. Please don't be too rude about it, though. I'll make a new one as soon as I can. Thanks for reading.