a/n Thanks to all my reviewers, ( groovy chic 92 and myboydraco06) as I said before every time I see that I got new reviews I write another chapter! I welcome any and all ideas about how Draco finds out the truth.
Hermione woke up in her four-poster early; she stared at the ceiling trying to shift through her thoughts. After trying unsuccessfully for a few minutes she got up and got dressed. She thought about going to breakfast, but she knew that Malfoy would be there and decided against it. Instead she packed all her bags for her first few classes and headed to the library. There she spent the few hours before classes buried within the world behind the book. It carried her through the places that she would never see and she was so wrapped up in it that she never noticed that someone was looking over her shoulder.
"What are you reading?" Asked someone from behind her, she looked up to see Ron and Harry.
"Why are you in the library?" She asked ignoring them as she went up to put the book away.
"We came to see you," Hermione snorted and placed the book carefully back on the shelf. "Come one Hermione, you can't be mad at us forever." Ron looked at her pleadingly.
"Just watch me," she said and turned to walk away. Ron grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"You're the one who started it," Ron glared at her.
"So? You guy were the ones who said… You know." Hermione answered back, knowing that if she said it she would brake out into tears. They looked at her face and then their feet.
"We are really sorry about what we said Hermione, we didn't mean it, we were just so mad at you for nagging on us about everything." Harry broke off and stared at something behind her. Hermione turned around and came face to face with the one person she had been trying to avoid, Draco Malfoy.
Draco woke up late and ran down for breakfast. When he walked in he immediately noticed that Hermione wasn't at the Gryffindor table. He decided that he could call her Hermione, but only in his head, never to her or anyone else. Last night he had gone to bed late after running half way across the school. He had liked running, because when he ran he didn't have to think, just run. When he finally got to bed his mind bombarded him with thoughts about Hermione. Her eyes haunted his memory when ever he closed his eyes. How could he feel this way about a Mudblood? Finally he chalked it up to pity, pity for her about Potty and Weasel.
Then the idea struck him. If he didn't want to feel this way for Hermione anymore, all he had to do was help her. He knew it sounded weird, but then he wouldn't feel pity for her, and he could go back to hating her. Draco left and decided to go find her, there was one place that he knew she would be, the library.
Draco turned the corner to the back of the library, following the sound of voices. He couldn't help but listen as the golden trio fought about something. It burned Draco up not to know what they were fighting about, but he would wait, one reason to help Hermione. He turned around the corner and came face to face with Hermione.
Hermione stared at him as he looked down into her eyes. His steel gray eyes seemed to bore into her and he looked up at Harry and Ron. "Are these two bothering you?" He asked quietly, Hermione just stared at him.
"Shove off Malfoy." Harry said angrily. "This is none of your business."
"How do you know what my business is?" His steel gray eyes glanced around the room. He grabbed Hermione around the wrist and pulled her out of the library, she just stared at him. Don't let him take you anywhere! Yelled a voice in her head. Let him, find out what he wants. Hermione decided to do neither, instead she pulled him into a passage, and she wanted answers.
Draco was a little surprised when she pulled him into the passage, but he let her. He wanted to get answers, so he could help out quick in what ever way he could. He winced as he thought about helping a Mudblood, but he didn't want to feel pity, and this was the only way. She looked up at him her eyes questioning and he felt the desire to kiss her. He shivered a bit, why was he acting so weird? When did he start to think this way? When did he change? You aren't different. A voice said evilly in his head. She is the one who is different; she is the one who is changing everything. He knew this was true and looked back to Hermione who was looking up into his eyes.
"Why did you help me?" Hermione was confused, again for the second day in a row, she did not like this. "You aren't the Draco Malfoy I know."
"Who said you knew who the real Draco Malfoy was?" Draco questioned her. "You were after all Harry Potter's and Ronald Weasley's friend."
"Why the change of heart?"
"You aren't friends with them any more." Well this was true she thought. "One question, what happened?"
She was torn in half, one question seared through her mind. Should I tell Draco Malfoy?
"Why do you want to know?" She asked stalling for time while she decided on what to do.
Draco was stunned slightly by her question. To tell the truth he was so certain that she would just tell him and he could fix everything and be on his way. It seemed that this was all going to be harder then he first thought.
"Does it matter?" He asked trying to think of something, besides the truth.
Her eyes narrowed. "Yes, in fact it matters a great deal." Draco unconsciously began to fidget, a habit he had picked up whenever he was being questioned by his father.
Hermione stared at him wondering what the heck was wrong with Draco Malfoy. This was a side of him that she had never seen before. One that she thought that never existed. He was still looking at the when the bell to signal the students to go to their first class. Hermione looked over her shoulder, and then to Malfoy, who had disappeared. She sighed and headed to her first class. It looked like she wasn't going to get the answers any time soon.
Draco silently cursed Hermione and then Professor McGonagall. He had been late to class because of Hermione, and then he had been caught by Professor McGonagall, who had given him detention. This was a bad day, a very bad day. He didn't know how much more he could take when he sat down for Transfiguration, Pansy attached herself to his arm and he rolled his eyes. Not only was this a bad day, but he had a feeling that it was going to be long.
Hermione sat down next to Lavender in History of Magic. She took out her quill and some parchment; she scrabbled down everything that she thought was important. While her hand was on automatic her thoughts shifted from the class to Malfoy. There was something up with him, and she… No, you don't like the new him. She told herself. But he is good looking, even Lavender thinks so, and he had changed. Said that traitorous little voice in the back of her head. Hermione looked over at Lavender who was writing up a hot and not list. She noticed that Draco Malfoy was number one. She rolled her eyes, but her thoughts stayed on him throughout the class.
Next she had Potions; she got there a bit late. This also happened to be in the middle of one of Snape's lectures. Snape always took points off when Gryffindors came in late, but if you interrupted him in one of his lectures he gave you a detention.
"Miss Granger, thank you for joining us. Twenty points from Gryffindor and detention tonight." The whole class went silent; Hermione Granger had gotten a detention. "Please sit down." Hermione went over to sit next to Lavender, but Snape stopped her. "By Mr. Malfoy." Hermione felt like strangling him, but just plopped down into her seat next to Malfoy who smirked at her.
"Oh, by the way Mr. Malfoy," Snape turned to Draco. "Professor McGonagall can't come to your detention tonight." Hermione smirked at Malfoy who scowled at her. "So instead you will be having detention with me and Miss Granger." Draco turned to her and smirked, it was her turn to scowl at him and she turned to her work. Great, now she had detention with Malfoy.
a/n Hope you liked it. In the next chap. you get to see what happens in the detention. I don't mind criticism as long as it is constructive. Please read and review!