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Reflections

Draco's POV

Draco lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, thinking. He did this a lot since his father died during the summer. He often thought about the beliefs his father tried so hard to make him believe. He knew some of them were wrong. He's been trying to change for some time now. It's been very slow. He doesn't walk around like he owns the school anymore. He basically ignores anyone he doesn't like; he doesn't go out of his way to tease or hurt people. The only exception is when Potter and Weasley won't leave him alone. To sum it up, he finally acts his age. He usually only hangs out with his be of friends Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson- who never fawned over him; they've been friends since childhood, and Millicent Bullstrode. But these reflections weren't what Draco was thinking about. He was thinking about last night.

Flashback

Draco had gone down to the kitchens for his midnight snack. He was having Pringles, which were a snack he had found walking around muggle London, and gummy bears. He was sitting in solitude eating his gummy bears thinking of the consequence if he happened to like a muggle born, which of course he didn't. How silly that would be. It probably wouldn't matter much, seems how his father was dead, and he was really the only one who had a problem with blood. His mother wouldn't care. 'As long as she's good enough for my Draco, she's good enough for me,' he could almost hear her voice in his head. He had realized there were just as good as purebloods. Some were in fact better at some things. I.E. Hermione Granger had bested him in every academic course he took, and she took almost all of them.

'The only reason he didn't go absolutely crazy from not being able to beat her, was quidditch. That was the reason he still taunted her; he wasn't able to beat her. Quidditch and flying was his release from everything. Some people resorted to more drastic and painful methods to vent their frustration. Flying was so much more exuberant. The adrenaline pumping through his body was enough to make him forget everything; even if just for a little while. Being in the air was like a whole other world to him; he could be anyone he wanted, and do anything he wanted to do. Even being able to go out with a muggle born without the world making a big deal of it. Back on the ground he couldn't have that either; Potter had to go after her. Now So-'he was broken out of his thoughts when the kitchen's portrait was slammed against the wall. He jumped a little and shrank back into the shadows. He didn't want anyone to know he came down here every night.

In walked one very distraught Hermione Granger. She looked like she usually did except that she had tears running down her cheeks that she desperately tried to wipe away. Her usually expressive eyes were dull; she looked lost, confused, betrayed, and angry. Her hair was a wild mess, making it seem like she had just stopped running. All in all she looked frantic; like she was about to turn hysterical any moment. She probably would have if not for the house elves. She sat at the closest table waiting for her butterbeer. Draco sat back in the shadows hoping to figure something out about her problem. It would be great to taunt her or even blackmail. Knowing her is it was probably Weasley. He didn't seem to do anything right. While he was contemplating a vaguely familiar voice broke through his thoughts,

"Hello Miss, You is Harry Potter's friend. Here is you butterbeer Miss." He knew that voice. He just couldn't put a face with the voice. His brow furrowed trying to recognize the voice. Granger solved his problem when she spoke,

"My name is Hermione, Dobby," she said. 'Ha! Dobby! Wonder what he's doing here.' He scowled remembering. "Stupid Potter, set him free. I never go him back for that. Dobby was one of my only friends when I was young.' He broke off his thoughts and returned to their conversation. Dobby was saying,

"You can tell me miss. Dobby will promise not to tell."

Granger Replied, "It's alright Dobby, I don't really want to talk about it…but I can come back tomorrow if you want me to," she added.

Draco zoned out of the conversation, going back to his thoughts, but observing Granger. He was wondering what her problem was. It had to be pretty serious for her to look completely broken. She usually doesn't cry unless there's good reason to. It probably was Weasley. Weasley doesn't deserve some like her. 'I'm not saying I fancy or even like her, but Weasley is stupid. I don't see how she can even have an intellectually stimulating conversation with him.' All these thoughts were running through his head as he watched her. He noticed little things about her; like when deep in thought her brow furrowed and her eyes were unfocused. She had a slight frown on her face as if remembering something that disturbed her. Every once in a while a stray tear would escape her eye, but she would quickly wipe it away. He must have sat there for more than an hour watching her. He didn't know why he did it. He normally wouldn't pass up the opportunity to rile her up. But he also didn't want anyone to know he came down here at night. All of a sudden she stood and slammed her bottle down and turned to leave, saying good bye to Dobby on the way. As she turned he saw instead of sadness and helplessness, but rage and betrayal in her eyes. He was a little taken aback; usually only he put that kind of fire in her eyes. He was even more curious now. He sat there for a few more minutes after she left just thinking. He would find out what happened to her that's for sure.

End Flashback

It was now 11:30, and Draco was debating whether or not he should go to the kitchens for his midnight snack early. He wanted to know what had happened to Granger, but he seemed to have developed a conscience last night and it was telling him other wise. He had every right to go down there and get his snack. He wanted butterbeer and watermelon! If he happened to hear what Granger's problem was, then he'd be one up on her.

'What are you talking about? You could get your snack and leave. Besides, I thought you were trying to change, and stop being the cold hearted git you were. This would be the perfect opportunity.'

'No need to change that quick. Anyway, I haven't got her back for beating me on the last potions test.'

'She didn't beat you on the test; you both got the same grade. In fact, she doesn't actually beat you with grades; you've had the same grades for years. You really should stop harassing her.'

'…' Draco was inwardly sputtering at his conscience. 'Just go away! I will make my own decisions! I don't want to hear anything from you.'

Draco slapped his forehead in hope of getting rid of the annoying voice. Surprisingly it stayed quiet. Five minutes later he was on his way down to the common room, having made up his mind. 'I'll go down for my butterbeer and watermelon.'

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