Chapter 3
"So Granger, we are roomies now eh?" was the first thing that Malfoy could think of saying.
"Don't get ahead of yourself ferret, I am gonna get myself out of here somehow." Hermione replied in and annoyed tone. She got up and opened her cupboard to see all her belongings already laid out in an organized manner on the shelves. Taking her night dress (white shorts and a white tank top), she entered the bathroom to brush her teeth and change.
When she exited the bathroom she saw that Malfoy was not present there. Satisfied she plopped down on the bed and took out her 'The tales of Beedle the Bard'. She didn't understand but there was something special about this book. She just couldn't help reading it again and again. She read for what felt like just a few minutes, when Malfoy entered the room again. He said, "You aren't asleep yet? Its already an hour since I left the room. And don't blame me now, I tried to talk to blaise and pansy to get pansy to share a room. But they are too excited to share a room together. Sorry Granger but you will have to cope with me for a year."
"thankyou for trying I guess." Hermione replied. She couldn't believe they were actuakky having a conversation instead of just fighting. With that Hermione scooted as far away from Malfoy's bed, turned off he lamp and went off to sleep.
Draco's POV….
He could not believe this had actually happened. And that was in a good way. He had had a crush on Hermione since third year. She probably thought that he hated her due to the way he treated her. But if he hadn't, then she probably wouldn't be alive now. His father had warned him in his second year, that he had to keep his distance from this cute bushy haired muggleborn. And that if he didn't, then something bad was probably gonna happen to her.
Draco had almost died from fear that night at the manor, when Hermione was tortured in front of his eyes. He couldn't believe his father had the cruelty to do that to his own son. It had been the turning point for him. The point where he would take no more. He had fled from his home just minutes after the trio had.
He knows he shouldn't feel this way, but when he heard that lucius had died in the war, it had been more of a moment of relief that that of sadness. Now he could persue Hermione if he wanted to. It wasn't easy though. Not for her to accept him after what he had put her through all these years. and not for him, to make her understand how much she meant to him
He knew he had to take things slow if he wanted to succeed. And this room mates thing. It was the perfect opportunity for him. He watched her as she slept. Her creamy skin glowed in the light from his lamp. he could have watched her all night but his eyes closed with her picture burning before them.