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"Malfoy!!" Hermoine yelled down the streets towards the blonde haired boy. No, he's not a boy anymore, Hermoine thought. Draco appeared not to hear her so she walked quickly to catch up to him.
Granger, do you not understand that I left because I needed to think again? I knew mudbloods weren't the smartest, but I didn't know you were this dense, Malfoy thought. He then verbally punished himself inside of his head for the usage of mudblood. If he wanted to be less like his father then he couldn't call muggle borns mudbloods any longer.
He acted as if he didn't hear her call his name and kept walking in the opposite direction. He ran his hair through his hair and rubbed his temples. He had a terrible head-ache which didn't seem to be going away anytime soon.
He felt a hand on his arm and turned around to be faced with a rather flustered Granger. I have to stop calling her that, he thought. Her eyes had a confused expression in them and he knew that she wanted an explanation towards the previous night. He sighed and they both walked back towards the hotel without saying a word, but seeming to understand what the other was thinking.
They walked into Draco's room this time as he sat down on his bad, and she on an arm chair. "Well?" she asked. Draco buried his head in his hands and started massaging his temple once more. Hermoine looked thoroughly convinced that something was wrong and moved over to the bed beside him. "Are you alright?" she asked. "I'm fine" he muttered. "I've just had this stupid head-ache ever since I woke up this morning in your room."
Hermoine bit her lip. "What happened last night Mal-Draco?" Hermoine had started to say Malfoy but cut herself off. He shrugged, "I really don't know. It was if all of a sudden I had feelings for you, and that's not something I would expect from me, no offense to you of course" He said quietly. Hermoine looked down at the floor. She was hurt inside, but she didn't want to show it.
"But I have decided on a re-sorting" Draco concluded. Hermoine smiled at this. She was happy that he would hopefully be out of Slytherin. He didn't seem like a bad guy at all. But what would happen if he was around the Slytherins? Hermoine asked herself. She thought for a moment and then shook the thought right out of her mind.
"I should probably owl Dumbledore with my reason for a re-sorting" Malfoy said. "Yea, that's probably the best idea" Hermoine commented. Draco looked over at her. "Erm, would you like to come to the owl emporium with me?" He asked Hermoine. She grinned and nodded. "I'm so glad you want to change your ways Draco. You really were a terrible guy." Hermoine added.
He chuckled at that and offered his arm. She accepted it while blushing and once again left the hotel. While walking down the still crowded streets, Hermoine saw many Hogwarts students staring at her and Draco walking down the streets, arm-in-arm. Draco was always known for his good-looks and any girl seen with him, let alone attached to him, was considered lucky. But for her, of all people, a mudblood, to be soon connected to his arm, was a shock!
The two walked by a familiar red-haired boy who stood with his mouth open as far is it would go. He just stared at the familiar bushy haired girl that walked into the owl emporium with Malfoy. Was this some way at getting back at me? He thought while growing more and more irritated by the sight he had just seen.
He watched as the two of them walked back out, this time hand in hand, not arm in arm. Ron had never been this mad in his life. He knew he had to get back at Malfoy, but how?
A/N -> This took me like 3 hours to write because I had writers block so I hope you liked it. Please Review and keep reading!