A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys; I'm getting so excited about this! In case you guys were wondering, this story isn't really set in a specific year, but they are older than 14, who knows, I might put it in later, but for the moment, it's not really needed…unless you guys need to know. Lol. Then I'll put it in for you! Lol. Thanks again!

-doublelily

duj: Yeah, I agree with you, but for the story I am having Hermione go a little overboard. Like most people, (well, for some) her initial reaction was to put the blame on someone else so that she wasn't wrong. She might be smart, but she's still human! Lol. Maybe she'll figure it out someday, hint hint. Thanks for bring that to my attention!

herbert: Sorry, sometimes my Beta and I overlook things while re-reading my story. Hermione said that Malfoy was right in the fact that she puts down her friends sometimes for not being "as smart", while it may be unintentional. I'll make sure that I look and look and look again next time lol. Thanks!

sweetnsoursarah: Awwwww thanks! I'm glad you like my story:) By the way, I like your name (I don't know if this is what you were getting at-but now I'm hungry for Chinese! Lol)

For the next 4 days Hermione barley spoke to anyone. All she would do was go to class and come back to her room. No one ever saw her in the Great Hall and could not figure out what was wrong with her.

She was sitting in her bed, reading on how to perform a Lydius Markanas spell/potion. Blinking from her itchy eyes pulled back from her concentration on the chapter.

'Focus Hermione, focus'

She read on:

"Lydius Markanas, a very ancient spell from the first century, is very uncommon and highly dangerous. Performed by most great wizards, saying the needed words after the potion is made,the "victim" is held underneath a hex, making their minds and personalities completely opposite from what it originally was. Very few have performed this correct, but when managed, it can be highly useful. Ingredients are 4 leaves from a eucalyptus tree, a muggle tree found in Australia…"

Hermione stopped there.

'A potion to make someone opposite…? Like, someone who…nobody liked before in school, suddenly made popular!'

"That's it!" she said out loud, "I'll make the potion and use it on myself. Maybe Ron will… No, I have to stop…he will never think of me like that… It says here it'll take 3 months to brew…that'll be right after Christmas Break…"

She trailed off, a plan forming in her head, not knowing that this would be the most careless thing that she has ever done. Shutting her book, she heard people start to gather in the common room, making it too incredibly noisy for her.

'I'll go outside' she thought and headed off to her heaven.

'This is so beautiful, so relaxing, I wonder why I've never came here much before' thought Hermione as she sat along the edge of the fountain. It was here.

It was here that Malfoy had made her life miserable, conjuring lies in her head, telling her that she basically was not a good person. God she hated him. Tears started to spill down her face when all of a sudden she looked into the water and a white-blonde haired boy looking down at her.

"Malfoy what do you want?" She asked, completely too upset to be mad right now at him.

"I have a right to be here too Granger" he spat.

"So why does it seem that you always have a right as soon as I come here?"

"In case you haven't NOTICED Granger, I always come here. This is my place to think. I have to get away from those morons Crabbe and Goyle; those two make me sick with their idiot brains."

She looked at him, saw his face and realized that he was telling the truth.

'Well,' she though, 'might as well be civil.'

"So Malfoy…what do you think about? When you come here, I mean."

He turned his eyes up towards her and was about ready to mock her asking him such a personal question, when all of a sudden, he decided against it. He instead, turned away from her and looked at his reflection in the water.

"I think about my father."

"You're father?"

"Yes Granger, my father. Why is that such a big surprise? Unlike your Potter friend, I do have parents."

'Such a bastard…'she thought.

"Why do you think about your father Malfoy?"

Again he stopped; he did not know why he was telling her this. After all, she was a mudblood, she probably wouldn't even understand….

"He wants me to become a Death Eater this year Granger. A Death Eater! I'm seeing the shocked look on your face and I very well can't say I blame you. Who would think, I, Draco Malfoy, son of the notorious and FAITHFUL right-hand man toVoldemort, would not want to become a Death Eater. It's everything I could have wanted right? Bull, it's nothing that I want."

Hemione could have sworn Bellatrix was Voledemor's right-hand man...woman...whatever. She put that aside for the moment however.
"You…you don't want to become one? I mean, that's great…but …why?"

"I can't stand the thought of followingVoldemort around, like his little…tool." He said, putting an emphasis on the last word. "I want to do great things with my life Granger, to surprise you even more; I wouldn't mind teaching here at Hogwarts later on." Raising his eyebrow to her surprised face, he smirked and turned to her. "And from the looks of it Granger, I might even be someday working next to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't have a fit, Granger, I just meant that with your smarts, Dumbledore would be outright STUPID not to hire you, and I can just see you. Teaching, little first years your precious Charms classes, showing off even more what you know than you do now."

She was having about enough of this conversation, but, decided that she didn't really want to see Harry or Ron (well of course she ALWAYS wants to seeRon, but that was beside the point)either, so she stayed…but changing the topic of course.

"So why don't you just tell your father that you don't want to be a Death Eater, that you would rather teach?"

"HA! Tell my…tell MY father that I don't want to follow in his footsteps? Are you out of your mind, he'll beat me even more for just thinking about it near him let alone saying it out loud."

"Your father beats you"

"Don't act so surprised Granger."

"But that's…that's HORRIBLE!"

"Didn't know that you cared Granger." He smirked.

She looked at him. Draco Malfoy was beaten by his father. Watching him walk around the fountain just…looking at his reflection was heartbreaking. Even if he was Malfoy, even if he was, a horrible person to her, it was still heartbreaking. She started to feel guilty for all the things that she had said to him over the seven year course. Then she stopped, it still didn't change the fact that he was mean to her.

Draco saw her looking at him and smirked again.

'Can't get her eyes off of me can she' he chortled to himself and decided to go back where he could think by himself, without some…mudblood around to distract him. Then he thought of how he didn't want to leave, for some unknown reason, he was happy just staying here, and decided to make the best of it.

"So Granger, have you heard about the dance that's coming up?"

"What dance?"

'Figures' he thought, 'she was always in her room, and of course she wouldn't notice something big like a dance.'

"It's a Christmas dance, we get to dress up and everything, it's going to be fun."

"Fun for people who like dances, that is."

"Oh come now Granger, you're telling me that you don't like dances, dressing up, having fun with friends?"

"No actually I don't." she said with mock hostility. "Back home, I would always just stay home when our school had dances, IF our school had dances. I never really had friends back home, come to think of it, so I couldn't just hang out with them anyway."

Draco stopped pacing the fountain. She was serious. 'You know' he thought to himself, 'I actually enjoy talking to this mudblood. Wait, what did i just say?'

"You know Granger, you have Potter and Weasley now, there's no reason for you not to go to this dance."

"Is that a direct order to go Malfoy?" She said with a bitter tongue.

"Of course not, I'm just saying you can start to have fun if you want to now. No one is going to care if you're happy."

'Why is he being like this to me?'

"Fine Malfoy, I'll consider going to the dance"

'Maybe I can dance with Ron…and we can….STOP IT Hermione!' She thought to herself.

He laughed out loud, "That's all I wanted to hear Granger."

Then it was quiet. Both knew that something was going on, they were being, civil to each other and they have never done that. Neither said anything however.

"Well Granger, I must be going, I've got…business to attend. Goodbye"

"Goodbye."

Hermione watched Malfoy as he left the heaven. 'That was nice, talking to him, I mean. He's a lot better of a person when there's nobody else around, even if he still is a bastard...'

A/N: Ok, I know that Malfoy and Hermione were both a little out of character, but sometimes it's nice….lol. I also know I used the typical "father beats me thing" but I just couldn't help it, it added nice to the story for the moment, I promise…no more "crybaby" stories from him! Lol Thanks for the reviews and feel free to ask me questions, even if they are not for the story! Lol

-doublelily