A/N: Well, I love the feedback I'm getting from everyone! I'm so sorry for the late post, It's just that I had writer's block (darn writer's block, die! Die!).

Disclaimer: Is it opposite day? Ok, then: Nothing unrecognised here is mine.

Seeking Acceptance

Hermione opened her mouth to scream, but almost immediately, I placed my hand over her mouth and whispered, "Please be quiet, please. Don't scream okay?"

She shot me a nasty glare but nodded nevertheless, and so cautiously, I removed my hand.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing here!" She whispered harshly.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me and think that I'm working for the Dark Lord." I replied. "Look, why don't we just go to the room I'm staying in and talk about it?"

She paused for a moment and then answered, "Okay, but there better be a good reason as to why you're here."

We walked to the attic in unnerving silence, all the while she was two steps ahead.

'Man she looks hot when she walks' I thought.

When we entered the room I made a face; everything was dusty, even the bed.

With a quick 'Scourgify' everything was clean.

I motioned my hand for her to sit, but she remained standing. I sighed and sat down myself, refusing to meet her in the eye.

"Okay, so why are you here and how did you find out about the Order?" She demanded.

I sighed again, "Well, I'm here because I have no where else to go, and just to let you know, I've decided to fight for the light side; your side. And Professor Snape told me about the Order."

Hermione laughed, "You expect me to believe you? Professor Snape—" she said the word 'professor' with so much sarcasm and spite that I almost had to stop myself from flinching—"killed Professor Dumbledore! How am I supposed to believe you when you say that you've decided to fight for the light side? You tortured me for six years straight, called me a mudblood, and you expect me to believe you?"

I combed my hand through my hair wearily and said, "Well Professor Snape wouldn't have killed Professor Dumbledore if it wasn't for the Unbreakable Vow that he performed with my mother, and why can't you believe me? Professor MacGonnagal did, and Mrs Weasley did. Look, I know I put you through hell for the past six years and I'm sorry; I'm sorry I ever called you mudblood and I'm sorry I tortured you every chance I had, so can you please find it in your heart to forgive me?"

I stared at her with pleading eyes but she did nothing but glare at me straight back.

"Prove it." She said finally. "Prove to me that you're sorry."

"Isn't the fact that I'm saying sorry to you and that I'm begging you to forgive and accept who I am now proof enough? Malfoys never beg for forgiveness from muggle-borns!"

Her eyes narrowed, "How often do you say muggle-borns?" She asked.

"Eh, this one of the first times but that's beside the point." I answered.

She continued to glare at me with narrowed eyes whilst she chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip.

"I'll let it rest for now, but I'm keeping an eye on you Malfoy." She said.

I exhaled in relief. I gave her a little salute and said, "You can trust me Granger."

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I woke up to see a small beam of light streaming into the room from a little window to my left. I heard the unmistakable sound of feet thumping up to my room and next thing I knew, the door flew open swinging dangerously on its hinges and crashing loudly into the wall.

"What the bloody hell is he doing here?"

"I already told you Ronald, Draco is helping our side now."

Oh. It's Weasley and his fa—his kind and forgiving mother. I heard Weasley starting to fume.

"AND YOU BELIEVED HIM? MUM, HE'S A SLEEZEY FERRET AND HE SHOULDN'T BE TRUSTED!"

I sat up and stared about groggily, not quite used to the lighting and commotion. I saw Mrs Weasley's face become red and suddenly, she snapped and grabbed Weasley's ear.

"RONALD WEASLEY, THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE. I BELIEVE HIM BECAUSE PROFESSOR MACGONNAGAL AND PROFESSOR SNAPE DID. HE WAS WILLING TO DO THE UNBREAKABLE VOW TO PROVE HOW MUCH HE WANTS TO BE IN THE ORDER! NOW YOU TREAT HIM LIKE A REAL GUEST AND SAY SORRY!" She bellowed.

By now, Weasley was cowering, while everyone else was backed up against the wall; eyes wide with fear. Me? Well, by then I was properly awake; I was doubled over in laughter, holding my sides because they hurt so much. The last time I laughed this hard was in second year when Weasley received that howler.

He mumbled something and I had to crane my neck close enough to hear him mumble "Bloody Ferret."

I smirked and said, "What was that? I didn't hear you, speak up please."

He glared at me and replied, "I said I'm sorry. Mum, can you let go of my ear now?"

Mrs Weasley let go reluctantly and said, "Now, I'm going down stairs to make breakfast. Everyone, tidy up and come down stairs." She turned to me and added, "You too Draco, dear, sorry about the noise." She shook her head and walked briskly downstairs.

Everyone shuffled out of the room until it was only Weasley and I left.

He glared at me, said, "I don't know what you're up to ferret, but I will find out. I don't know why Hermione and Harry aren't finding this a problem but I don't care, as long as your evil plan for Voldemort stops, and you're out of here, then I'm happy." And then he stomped out of the room.

I shrugged, bewildered, before getting out of bed, brushing my teeth and changing, all the while thinking: 'Weasley's gone mad.'

As I sat down and had my breakfast, I realised that I couldn't stop staring at Hermione. I noticed that her hair wasn't as bushy as it used to be, I noticed that she had grown a few inches since the last time I saw her and that she had skin that looked so soft. I suddenly had the fleeting urge to touch her skin, even if it was just for a little while.

I tore my eyes away from her, feeling the heat that had been creeping up to my face. I had to get out of there before something embarrassing happened, so I said, "Uuhh, I'm full. I'll just go up to my room."

Mrs Weasley smiled and nodded at me. Weasley glared at me with utter loathing and despise. He pointed to fingers to his eyes and then pointed them at me, telling me silently with a threatening glare: 'I'm watching you.' Hermione, she still glared at me, but she also had another look on her face, a more 'Ha-ha-you-look-like-a-retard' look. It was probably because of my red face, which was a result of staring at her so much.

A/N: Ok, this has got to be the worst chapter ever…but I absolutely couldn't think. Sorry.