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Chapter 4

The sun was already high in the sky when Draco started to wake up. It was shining so brightly that Draco could not help opening his eyes. "Uuaaaaggh" he let out a grunt as he opened one eye and then the other groggily and peered around at his surroundings. Where was he? And why did his whole body hurt like a truck had rolled over it? What was the damn time anyway?

Suddenly he remembered the whole sordid scene. " Oh shit!" He closed his eyes again, but that just made the memories clearer. Crabbe and Goyle…the pain…and the humiliation of having to be saved by that, that girl, was even worse. True, he couldn't remember that much about what had happened at that point, he had been in to much pain…only dimly could he remember the pain in his tail and her waving her wand and Crabbe and Goyle toppling over like felled trees. It must have been a pretty strong spell, he mused as he slowly got up, it was pretty hard to get anything through Crabbe and Goyles thick skin. Even though he hated Hermione he often could not help admiring her for her talent in knowing the most difficult of spells.

Although his body was still sore, the pain was slowly going away. He was feeling better by the minute and he figured that it was due to the bandages and the ointment, which covered his body in various places, that he was healing so quickly. Hermione had obviously worked her magic pretty well…maybe she looked after a lot of her animals herself? He wouldn't be surprised. Although he had never seen her help any other animal he figured that her kindness towards animals was perhaps the only reason she had saved him. Why else would she have helped him?

He walked slowly across the room, stretching his aching muscles and swishing his bandaged tail. Suddenly he noticed a long role of parchment lying on her desk. To get a closer look, he jumped on the chair and then onto the desk, only stopping for a moment to wince at the sudden pain from the movements. Once he was staring at the role of parchment, he discovered that it was a Transfiguration essay, at least 5 feet long, written in Hermiones neat handwriting. Next to it stood an open bottle of ink. His eyes flitted from the bottle of ink to the essay. He shouldn't do it .His conscience told him not to do it. He knew that she had probably saved his life and that he owed her. He didn't want to owe her anything. But he did….No, he didn't, he assured himself, he was a pureblood Slytherin and she was just a muggle-born Griffendor. And with that he knocked over the open inkpot so that ink spilled all over Hermiones essay.

Just then Hermione burst into the room carrying her book bag and some food on a plate. At seeing that he was awake she walked over to him and held out the food she was carrying "Oh good, you're awake. I brought you some food," she said smiling. Suddenly she noticed the mess on the desk next to him. " Oh no, my essay!" she said dropping everything onto a nearby table (lets presume that there are tables in the bedroom) and rushing over to look at the ruined essay. " Did you …do this?… Why would you do this?" Her eyes looked into his and he saw the confusion, the anger and strangely, what looked like sadness and disappointment. At seeing the guilt in his eyes she whirled around, grabbing her book bag and marched out of the bedroom, head held down and mumbling " I need to get to Transfiguration,"she left the room.

Draco was left behind, sitting there, feeling oddly guilty. It was not a feeling he felt often and he felt confused with his guilty conscience. He had done the Slytherin thing and he should feel proud. But he did not .He felt really bad instead. He tried to eat some of the food that Hermoine had left him, but strangely he didn't feel as hungry as he had upon waking up. He didn't know what to do about the guilty feelings he kept having and finally decided to follow Hermione to her Transfiguration class and find out what excuse she had made up about the essay.

However he had not calculated on the time it would take him, in his state of bandages and sores, to reach the class and therefore only reached the Transfiguration class as it was slowly emptying of people. He walked inside and found to his surprise that Hermione was still there, talking to Prof. McGonagall. She was nervously chewing her lip as McGonagall lectured her. " I can not believe Miss Granger, that you simply 'forgot' to write your essay. I will not except your excuse. You will serve detention with me on Friday and that is final! I can not excuse your behavior, just because you are my best student!" she turned away to show that the conversation was finished and started gathering her papers. Hermione also turned away, slowly walking out the door, looking as if she were about to burst out in tears.

Draco ran quickly to catch up with her " Hermione, hey Hermione!" He called. She stopped and turned around to face him with an utterly dejected look on her face. " What do you want? Come to gloat?" " No. I just wanted to…" he had no idea what he had wanted to do. He felt like he wanted to apologize but …it just wasn't done, he was a Malfoy and his upbringing and his damn pride would not let him. " I wanted to…ask you why you didn't say that I messed up your essay, or at least blame your 'cat'? he asked instead. Hermione smiled a sad little smile at this and replied " because I can't change how things are. You are a Slytherin. You are cold-hearted and mean. Who am I to try and change you? Of course I can't.You can not change, for being a Sytherin is in your nature. That is how things are…" and with that she turned away and walked away slowly.

Draco was shocked. Had he done that? Had he taken away her faith? The faith to see the good in people. To try and change them so that they were better people. What had he done to the Hermione that was always picking on people's faults? Because ultimately even changing him into a cat had only been her way of showing him how a cat felt. That sadness in her eyes was to much to bear. He had to do something about it. He didn't care what she said, Slytherins could change for the better. And he could change ,he would change. He assured himself that he was doing it only to prove her wrong and not because he cared for her in any way. But deep down in his heart , he knew the truth.

YAY, he's finally going to change for the better and surprise, surprise, he's doing it for Hermione! And have you noticed that he's started calling her 'Hermione' too? That frozen heart of his is defiantly starting to thaw! But can Hermione ever have feelings for him? And to what lengths will Draco go to show her that he's changed for the better? Find out soon in the next chapter of: A cats perspective.