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Hermione was finishing her packing in the morning when she saw an ancient clock which was standing on the table. She and Malfoy were already late , they had only twenty minutes to get to the King's Cross station or they would miss the Hogwatrs Express.

„For Merlin's sake Malfoy!- she yelled in frustration, he probably still wasn't up. She could not afford to miss that train. She was going with or without him.-„ You have ten seconds or I'm coming in!"

„Ten,nine, eight, seven...Aw, what the hell...- she muttered to herself.- I'm in!"- and opened the door with force.

She clearly didn't expected to see the picture she saw at that moment.Fully dressed Draco Malfoy was standing in front of the mirror expecting his hair. Smoothing them back, then fruffling them down, so the part of them were covering his eyes.

„Honestly.Malfoy"- she brought her hands tu her hips and rolled her eyes.- „I swear, even Lavender and Parvati don't need so much time to do their hair."

At first he didn't answered to her, just looked back and when turned his eyes back to the mirror.

„Tell me Granger..when was the last time you looked at your hair properly?"

What kind of question ws this? She still didn't quite understood. She gave up to her hair long time ago. They were kind of untamable and a bit frizzy. She just preferred to pin them in the bun, than do something different. She looked at Malfoy critically , but suddenly saw her own reflection in the mirror.

He hair weren't so frizzy as they were before. And their colour changed as well. It weren't dark brown as usual, now it changed more to the honey brown with a few like golden strands in them.She darted her look to the Draco, and finally saw what he was talking about. His usual platinum blonde hair changed the colour as well. Now they were dirty blonde.

„Oh my..." she whispered and touched her head.

„I know."- said Draco."Must be this genetic thing... I still can't get used to them...how do I look?"

„Fine...-she frowned at him,but then she rememberred."Oh Shit Malfoy! We're going to be late. Come on!"- she quickly walked out of his room and went straigth to the drawing room. She pushed the portrait of Narcissa Malfoy to the side and opened the small steel door. She took out one small box and opened it. Inside was a beautifull ring made from white gold with a bih pearl drop onyx inside. She took it out and pulled the painting back.

Malfoy was leaning in the doorway watching the painting of his mother with a true sadness in his eyes. Hermione caught his look ." It's time."

„Yeah..I guess, it is.."

She walked to her trunk and stopped near it. When she put a ring on her finger and saw thst Malfoy pulled out a sivler chain which was resting under his shirt. She saw a similar ring hanging on it, only his was a bit bigger in square form and looked more masculine.

He took it out of the chain and put on his finger as well. Taking tis trunk in his left hand he clearly said: King's Cross Station, Platform 9 ¾...In a second, he dissapeared. Hermione took a breatth in and repeated his actions.

Harry was sittin in the compartment lokin nerviously in to the window. Hermione still wasn't on the platform, but they had only five minutes untill the express would stairt their ride back to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wiardry.

„Come on Hermione...where are you?..."

„So...- started Ron quite usture looking at the Crookshanks who was lying under the window."Who do tou think will win Englan's Quiditch Cup this year, huh?"

„Ron."- Harry therw him an irritating look.-„Not now.."

„I say, mate.- redhead started again.-„If you haven't been a asshole in a first time to her...I mean.."

„She's here!" –smiled Harry and left the compartement to greet Hermoine, (he needed to talk to her and apologise), leaving Ron alone.

„Right...as usual.."- whispered Ron to himself, and looked at the window.

Hermione was walking through the crowd , Ro could bet that she somehow changed for the past week he haven't seen her. Maybe it was the dress she was wearing, he never saw her wearing somethin other than school robes ar baggy jeans with t-shirts on.

The red tube dress she wore, was the same that Malfoy said to her not to wear. But Ron didn't knew it , and she wasn't the one to obey Malfoy so fast.

As she was walking further, the boys in her road stopped and continued to stare at her with a longing in their eyes. Ron didn't liked it at all. Whe a little behind her he saw Malfoy, walking with a sly smile on his face which resembled his usual smirk somehow. He was stopped by Zabini, the other Slytherin , they both started to chat and boarded to to Express through the other doors. Pancy Parkinson was ogling him from aside, not even daring to come near him. Obviously news about Draco witnessing at his father's trial against him spreaded wide amog Death Eaters childrens. Blaise Zabini's family was considering as a neutral one, obviously that's why he was the only one who dared talk to Malfoy.

Harry Potter felt nervious, very nerviouse. He was so caught up in the moment that almost missed Hermione. She was standing in front of him, looking like the angel in his eyes.

„I...- he started weakly."

„We need to talk Harry, -she said walking past him."And this time, you're going to listen everything that I have to say. Understood?"- she sounded a bit angry, but Harry was willing to everything she had to offer. He started to walk behind her, and followed her to an empty compartement.

„Sit."

He did as she said.

Hermione starded pacing from the window to the door. When ste stopped and pulled out her wand casting silencing charm and closing the door from the inside.

„You had no rights to speak with me like this Harry. It was not my faul, nor Malfoy's either. If you could just see Harry...It's not that simple you know. You are no sorry for him, and he is no sorry for you. He is on our side Harry, you just don't understand his situation. What do you think the Slytherins wil do to him?He is a traitor harry. For them he is. He is trapped in the middle of this. He is willing to help, but no, you're just not listening to him. He didn't choose his life, just like you Harry. Why don't you understand this?"

Harry felt pang of jealousy hearing her defending that git.

„I understand his situation Hermione, i do...but the thing is...why do you have to be so close to him?"- he looked at her with a hurt in his eyes." It's like you've changed our friendship, just like that...Something goes wrong and you're running to help him."

„It was not my choise Harry! You've hurt me Harry..."

„So which choise was it ,huh? I dodn't recall you being under Imperius."

„Ask Ron!"- she turned around and run towards the door.

But Harry was there to catch her, by the elbow. He turned her around and held her close . She tryed to freed from his hands , but he held her still holding her tightly.

„I'm sorry Hermione..I'm so sorry to hurt you..."- she feld some liquid falling down on her neck and understood that Harry was crying. Her nerves broke down.

„Sh...it's okay Harry.- she ran her hands down from his neck to his back.- I forgave you long time ago..."

„I was such an ass..."-he whispered softly and bent his head so, that their forehesd and noses were touching slightly...

„You were."- she perlied. Harry laughed a little. His eyes focusing on her lips, his lips finding their ways to hers. Barely touching...

Suddenly the train started moving, bohth of them fell apart slightly shaking from the lost contact...

„Finally."- said Hermione.

„Yeah...-replied Harry.- We're going home..."

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