1Chapter 10

A Change of Feelings

Authors Note: Sorry it's been so long! Like really long! I'm sure I have lost all of my readers by now, and that sux. Anyway, I finally have gotten some new ideas, and every one for the most part will like my story again. I'm sorry if my writing all of a sudden sux cuz I haven't written in a while. Anyway, enjoy!

Draco woke up to the sound of Hermione turning the shower off. He kind of wanted to avoid her, but over night he started to have feelings for her. Maybe they were feelings of apologie (a/n: did I spell that right?), but what ever they were, he knew that if anything were to happen between them, he needed to take the initiative. He knew girls, well most girls, and after an incident like last night, most, especially Granger, would be too nervous and embarrassed to talk about it. Ok, here It goes. Draco got up and started walking to the bathroom in his silver and green plaid pajama pants. Just as he was going to knock on the bathroom door, it opened and Hermione's face hit Draco's chin. Hermione shrieked and slammed the door shut.

"Open the door Hermione, we need to talk."

"I will, once you go away."

"That doesn't make sense. We can't talk if I go away"

"Wouldn't that be the point?"

Draco was starting to lose his patience. Patience had never been an attribute that he strived to learn, but right now he wish he had a little more of it.

"Granger! Open the door! You're pissing me off!"

"Good! Leave so I can get dressed."

"If I leave and let you get dressed, can we talk after that? I really want to get something behind us."

Just then the door opened. Hermione stepped out of the bathroom and looked straight into his eyes. "You want to get something behind us? Are you serious? This will take ALL day. You have tortured me since I was eleven. You have teased me, embarrassed me, degraded me, insulted my parents, If it weren't for Harry Ron and Ginny, my self esteem would be a freaking negative bazillion! How could I EVER forgive you, let alone put it behind me? Give me ONE good reason why I should give you the time of day Draco, why should I? You are the biggest git that ever lived. You need to take your attitude and your Death Eater robes and shove them, shove them up your ass!"

Draco wasn't sure about what he should say right now. Hermione was the last person in the world who would say something like that. It wasn't that horrible, but he still felt hurt. All he was trying to do was make amends, and she went all 'back in your face' on him. He looked up at Hermione and said, " I guess that means I should go now."

"Yeah it does," Hermione said poisonously.

With that he turned around and started walking back to his room. When he walked down the hall, Hermione's heart fell. Why was she feeling like this? Certainly she didn't feel sorry for him after all he had done to her.

Draco's Point of View (like a journal thingy if I hadn't made that clear)

I don't know what to say. I have NEVER been hurt by a girl. Now look at me, I'm going all emotional and crap. Maybe I should just give up. Wait, what am I saying? Me, Draco Malfoy, give up? Hell no! I just need to show her I have changed. Hhmmmm, maybe I should do some, tweaking...

Dear No Show,

hey, I waited for you. But you didn't come.

What happened? I got all dressed up and waited for you

for hours. Did something happen?

Well today after I got out of the shower, my roommate came

to talk to me, and I hit him in the chin with my forehead.

He wanted to talk about something that happened between

us last night, but I became super-bitch and said almost

everything I have ever wanted to say to him. And you know what?

I feel awful. I'm not like this. I never say stuff like that. I, I am

completely disappointed in myself. I usually have patience and

listen to everyone. To some degree at least. I have this one friend

who, I just can only listen to him for so long, you know? He he.

Write me back ok? Thanks

lurv,

the One Who Waited

Hermione took her owl (a/n: I know I never said anything about her having an owl, sorry!) out of it's cage, petted it's head then tied her letter to it's leg and sent it out the window. She wanted to watch it and see where it went, but she liked not knowing who it was she was talking to, having someone to talk to. Who ever it was she was writing to was really down to earth. They knew everything about each other. Everything but their names that is. Hermione laid down on her bed.

She didn't have to wait more then ten minute when her owl flew back into her room with a letter tied to it's leg. The grey bird landed on her desk, and cooed. Hermione sat up and walked over to her desk. She put her bird on her shoulder, it's grey fluffy body covering half of her face. She opened the letter with anticipation. She was slightly surprised by it's contents.

Dear Mystery Girl,

I'm so sorry about last night. I was in the middle of

something that I couldn't get out of. Nothing happened I'm

ok. About your roommate, maybe he deserved what was said

to him, and I'm sure you weren't "super-bitch". That's just

not who you are. We have been talking for a few months,

and I don't think that you are capable of hurting anyone.

I have a friend who I can barely listen to also. He's not stupid,

but he just doesen't act smart; does that make sense? Well

I'll talk to you later.

– Mystery Man

Draco's Point of View

When I read Hermione's letter, I couldn't believe what she had said. She was sorry. She actually seemed upset. I can take advantage of this! All I need to do is become her friend, then fall in love with me. Then we will meet, as letter friends or what ever, and she will fall in love with me all over again! It's brilliant. Wait...love? I want her to love me? Could I be in love with Grang– er, Hermione?