A/N: Hey everyone! Thankyou all so much for your reviews, every one of them was really nice. I glad that you are all enjoying the story and I hope that you all continue to enjoy it!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot.

Chapter Three: Found Out

Draco walked slowly towards the lake, his mind blank. He had nothing to dwell on in his mind this morning; no one had pissed him off – yet. Yet being the keyword seeing as he'd just spotted a certain Gryffindor by the lake. Draco continued on his path, as if he was going to let a little Gryffindor make him change his direction of walking.

With his normal superior smirk plastered on his face Draco walked to the waters edge, standing a meter or so away from the Gryffindor. He turned his head in the Gryffindor's direction to see Granger starring at the water a distant soft look on her face.

"Where's Potter and Weasel-bee?" smirked Draco.

Granger snapped out of her trance and she looked at Draco startled, obviously just realizing his presence.

"Why do you want to know?" she replied coolly, "What are you, there stalker?"

"They dream of having a stalker, Granger."

Granger rolled her eyes and looked back at the lake, watching the water lap up gently on shore.

Draco stepped back and sat on the ground in silence. He didn't know who's presence was worse, Granger's or Pansy's.

"May I ask you something?"

Draco jumped a little and looked at Granger surprised, "What?"

"Why are you such a jerk to everybody? Especially those of us with muggle parents."

"People like you Granger are nothing but pathetic jumped up muggleborns who will do anything for acceptance. I don't like people like you, or people like Potter."

"I knew that would be your answer."

"Than why did you ask?"

"Because I know there is more to you than you are letting everybody see, what you said isn't what you really feel."

Draco narrowed his eyes, that girl knew nothing about him, how dare she make that presumption.

"You know nothing, Granger."

Granger merely stood up and walked away from the lake towards the castle. He was not going to let her get away. He didn't know why he wanted to speak to her more, but he knew he had too, for some reason.

Hurriedly he stood up and ran after the know-it-all Gryffindor.

"Granger! Granger will you bloody stop walking?"

Granger turned to face him, he noticed how tired she looked and again he wondered why she was looking like that these days.

"Listen Malfoy, I'm really not in the mood for an argument, so insult me than let me go back to my pathetic life as you probably see it."

Even though Draco didn't say that, those words stung him – what was happening to him? Why did he want to speak to her again? She was nothing but Potter's sidekick encyclopedia.

He stopped in front of her and glanced around to be sure no Slytherin's were around. Granger noticed this and smirked a little, that had to be the first smirk Draco had ever seen cross her face.

"Don't worry, if anybody asked why the great Draco Malfoy was talking to me I'll say he was annoying me."

"Very funny Granger. I just wanted to ask you… when… when do we have patrol again?"

Okay, so he had to find something to say to her didn't he? He couldn't exactly waltz up to her and say hey Granger I don't know why I want to speak to you but I do.

"Tonight Malfoy," she replied before turning and walking away.

Draco let her go this time, now he needed to sit by the lake and sort his mind out. He had to admit, Granger could read him like a book, and she knew things about him he didn't even know. It was like she could see through his act and see the person he was only discovering and learning about.

He never did have anything against muggleborns. That was just his father's words coming from his mouth. Even without being around him, Lucius controlled Draco's actions. But slowly, Draco knew he was pulling away from those utterly stupid beliefs.

Draco sat down where he'd been sitting mere minutes away.

What was it about Granger? She wasn't overly beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either, just plain. Plain old Granger, with her plain boring Quidditch nuts friends. But something about her was driving Draco nuts. Why the hell was he even thinking about her? What was so damn good about her?

Angrily Draco grabbed a stone and threw it in the lake.

Forget it, he was not going to dwell on Granger all day, he had better things in his life to do and she was not going to stop him from enjoying those things.

!D!

There he sat. In the Great Hall for lunch. Draco had skipped breakfast, but now his air headed friends surrounded him, Crabbe and Goyle were blocking his view of the Gryffindor table, which he was grateful for, if only they would eat with there mouths closed. And to top the cake off Pansy found out he was indeed alive and was hanging off his arm.

Draco sighed and tried to shrug Pansy off him, but nothing worked. Instead he looked down at his plate and picked at his chicken.

"You okay man?"

Draco looked to his left and looked at Blaise, "Would you like to have Pansy clinging to you? My arm has lost all feeling and her nails are digging into me."

Blaise winced a little, "Perhaps you need to discreetly break her fingers or something."

Draco smirked as an idea came to his mind. With his free arm he filled his goblet up with some pumpkin juice. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his wand and muttered a spell. Blaise watched him with interest as Draco put his wand away.

"Pansy," said Draco holding the goblet, "Would you like the rest of my drink?"

Pansy's eyes lit up at drinking something her beloved Draco had been drinking, "Oh yes!"

Draco handed her the goblet and watched as she drank it all. Pansy smiled at him, but began shrieking as her hands; arms and face broke out in boils.

"Dear me Pansy," said Draco in a voice of mock shock, "Crabbe, Goyle escort Pansy to the hospital wing!"

The two big dunder heads stood and reached over the table-pulling Pansy up and across the table, knocking food and drink everywhere. Pansy was screaming as they popped some boils and carried her roughly. Everyone in the Great Hall was looking at Pansy laughing. Draco shook his now free arm and smirked at Blaise.

"Problem solved," sighed Draco.

Blaise laughed at him nodding and Draco looked at the other tables only to lock eyes with Granger. Granger shook her head chuckling and turned to chat to Potter. Draco hurriedly looked away, wondering why he was, well, blushing. What the hell is going on? This was not normal.

Hurriedly Draco stood up and left the Great Hall.

He must be sick or something, right? Yeah, Pansy had made him sick with her clinging ways and he was blushing because of the rush of blood back to his arm. Yep. That was it he decided.

!D!

The day passed and word had it Pansy was confined to the Hospital Wing until her boils had finished appearing and popping. Pompfrey had told Pansy she was allergic to the pumpkin juice and possibly the fabric of Draco's clothing. Hearing this Draco made a mental note to by more clothes made of the fabric his shirt was made from.

But now it was patrol time and Draco had made the decision to not speak to Granger. She was making his mind think all sorts of things and he wasn't acting the way he was meant to around her. And that was not right. Not right at all.

Draco trudged up the staircase to the Entrance Hall and saw Granger sitting on the Entrance Hall staircase reading a letter of some sort. Draco sighed and walked over to her and tapped his foot impatiently.

Granger looked up at him, "We'd better get started then."

Draco nodded and noticed she too was acting different than this morning. She looked her same tired self. He noticed as she wiped something out of her eyes, but made no comment about it. Like he wanted to know what was wrong with her. He didn't care about her at all. She was nothing but his enemy. That is right she is nothing but an enemy.

They both continued to walk in silence, Draco going over things in his mind and Granger seeming to clutch onto a letter tightly in her hand, obviously trying not to cry.

Again Draco's thoughts slipped to what could possibly be wrong with her? Did she receive bad news or something? Or was what was said in that letter what had she been stressing over that had been making her tired all the time?

They both headed towards the Gryffindor Tower area in silence, and the silence was killing Draco. He had to say something to her, he had too! The silence was really eating away at him… a little talk wouldn't make things weird around her more, hell he had no idea why things were weird with her. One minute he was insulting her, using every name under the sun and now he was concerned for her. Something was wrong with him and as soon as Pansy was released from the hospital wing Draco was going to see Madam Pompfrey.

"Granger," he said finally as they headed up the staircase to the Gryffindor entrance, "Is something the matter?"

"It's none of your business Malfoy," she replied in a slightly chocked up voice.

Okay, so something was wrong.

"You can't lie Granger. It's not your instinct."

Granger looked at him, "And why on earth would you care? You are Draco Malfoy, Muggleborn hater."

"I don't hate muggleborns."

Granger looked at him in shock. Draco himself couldn't believe those words came from his mouth, but they were true. He felt it inside him that they were true. He did not hate muggleborns and it took being near the one muggleborn witch he'd been at war with since first year to help him realize that.

"You have to be kidding right?" scoffed Granger looking at him with her eyebrows raised.

Draco sighed, he knew she wouldn't believe him at first, but for some reason he felt he had to prove to her he wasn't lying to her at all.

"If you would calm yourself, you will notice that today by the lake that I called you a muggleborn, not a mudblood. Being near you these past days have helped me realize that."

"Me? I helped you notice you didn't hate muggleborns?"

"Yes."

"Oh and next you'll be confessing your love for me."

Draco glared at her, "Why can't you just believe me Granger? I know I'm an utter jerk to you, but I am trying to make peace with you, that is all."

Granger just starred at him in silence before saying, "We have patrol. Stop being so unlike the Malfoy I know and let's get going."

Draco sighed and followed her. He knew he wasn't acting like the guy she knew, but for some reason he couldn't be that guy around her. He didn't know what, but something about Hermione Granger made him want to change.

!D!

It was Monday again and that meant back to classes, Draco dreaded school days. But perhaps this week wouldn't be so bad – Pansy was still in the hospital wing and her boils had gotten worse. Draco was proud of what he did there. Everybody was grateful for her absence. Even Millicent, her bestfriend, was enjoying the whole no Pansy thing. Draco had actually spoken to Millicent the other day and realized she was a nice girl.

Not that he had a crush on her of anything. He just found her to be a nice girl.

So it was school. Again Draco could hear the eager students rushing to get ready. And again Draco slowly dressed and barged his way down the staircase to the common room.

He didn't understand why everyone loved school so much. All that happened was, the teacher yells at you all lesson and packs on the homework with an impossible date line to meet. Also you have the whole peer pressure of having to be something you aren't.

Blaise was waiting for him in the common room and together the two headed to the Great Hall. Draco looked at Blaise; he'd noticed that he was acting strange around him.

"You okay?" asked Draco.

"Tell me what I was told isn't true," said Blaise seriously.

"What were you told?"

The two walked into the Great Hall, but Draco didn't even bother to focus on anything around him.

"I was told you were telling Granger last night that you didn't hate mudbloods."

"Who told you that?" asked Draco his eyes narrowed.

"A fifth year in our house who was sneaking back from screwing some chick heard you two talking."

Draco went silent.

"Is it true?"

Draco said nothing but turned and started walking out of the Great Hall. Blaise followed him at a jog and grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around. Draco, who wasn't in the mood now for any shit rammed his fist into Blaise's face.

"Leave me the hell alone!" he yelled before walking out of the hall.

A/N: Short I know and I'm sorry. But I got writers block now, so yeah. Ideas are welcome. Anyway thanks for the reviews and HAPPY EASTER!

Bye for now!

Love yas!

Love Coz!