The point in my last chapter was that Hermione wasn't going to anymore of Mr. Malfoy's crap like she used to. Sorry if this chapter is too short it's like four in the morning and I'm getting kind of tired.
When Hermione was back in her room Jessica was gone and Hermione was actually glad that she was. She didn't really want to answer all the questions that Jessica would ask.
Hermione went over to her bed and sat Colby down on it. Then she went over to her bags and searched them for a bowl. She found one the left the room to go to the bathroom and fill it up with water.
When Hermione came out of the bathroom she found Draco walking toward her room. Very quietly she followed him down the hall, until she heard him start talking to himself. He was saying something about being sorry for something he had done and that he hoped that she liked the puppy.
"You talking to me," Hermione said. Draco jumped a little then turned around to face Hermione. He blushed a little then looked at the floor.
"Sort of. So I see you got your dog," Draco said trying to change the subject. Hermione looked at the bowl she had in her hands then back at Draco.
"Is it that obvious? I am such a bad owner I completely forgot about Colby. My parents would have killed me if they knew I forgot him," Hermione said. Draco smiled a little then walked to Hermione. He grabbed the bowl out of her hands then they walked the rest of the way to Hermione's room.
"So, that's the dog's name. I was wondering what you would call a fluffy white puppy. I would have called him snowy or something," Draco said. Hermione looked at Draco as if he where crazy.
"Why would you name a dog snowy?"
"Well it would match him. What's wrong with snowy," Draco asked indignantly.
"It's just not something I would call a dog, that's all," Hermione said. They where at the door and Hermione had to open it for Draco seeing as he had his hands full.
When they got into the room, Colby started barking like crazy at the sight of Draco. Draco put the water down and walked over to Hermione's bed, picked the dog up and started petting it. The entire time he was petting Colby Hermione was just staring at Draco like he was a little kid.
"What's up," Draco asked when he saw the look on Hermione's face.
"Nothing, I've just never seen a teenager act like that when they saw a dog," Hermione said. Draco gave her a look that told her not to say anymore about him and the dog.
"Do you have any food for him," Draco asked. Hermione shook her head no, "Right, I'll get some for you," Draco said, pulling out his wand. He conjured up some dog food and then looked at Hermione. Hermione on the other hand wasn't even looking at Draco she was going through her bags again.
"What cha doing," He asked. Hermione looked over her shoulder at him and smiled.
"Looking for one of the pictures of my mom and dad," Hermione said. She turned back to her bag and started to dig in it some more. Draco looked at the necklace dangling around Hermione's neck.
"Hermione, what's with the necklace? You never used to wear it before you came here," Draco asked. He soon regretted asking the question when he saw the look on Hermione's face.
"The ring was my mother's most prized possession and the necklace was my father's most prized possession. I'm just lucky they weren't wearing these when the accident happened," Hermione said not looking away from her bag.
Draco got up off of her bed and walked over and sat next to Hermione. He put his arm around her waist to comfort her like he did at the funeral.
"Draco, can I ask you a question," Hermione asked looking at him now. He nodded to tell her that she could.
"Why are you acting like this? I never thought you of all people would be the one I would be talking to when my parents died. Don't get me wrong, I like the fact that you've changed, but why," Hermione asked. Draco knew this question was coming he just didn't know how to explain it.
"Maybe I've just always had a warm spot for you. That and you really didn't need someone calling you names and torturing you right after your parents died," Draco said.
"You, have a warm spot for me. Since when," Hermione asked. She had been expecting the last part of what Draco had said, but she definably hadn't been expecting the first part.
"Since the first time I saw you. You didn't know? I thought you would have, I mean I made sure I bugged you more than almost everyone else," Draco said with a little smile. Hermione got a little idea about what Draco had just said.
"What exactly are you trying to say here? That you may like me, just a little bit," Hermione said. Draco looked her in the eyes and then kissed her softly on the lips.
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Draco said. Hermione smiled at Draco then looked back at her bags. She really needed to find that one picture of her mom and dad when they had been in Hawaii; it was her favorite one of them.
Draco looked into the bag and saw a lot of pictures and clothes. Most of the pictures where of her parents except for like two or three of them. He reached in and grabbed one of the pictures and noticed that Hermione did look a lot like her mom. They had the same brown hair, and the same girlish figure, the difference between the two was the eye color and the height difference.
"So that's your mom, you look a lot like her," Draco said. Hermione looked up at Draco and smiled.
"You mean like you look like your father," Hermione asked. It was kind of true. Draco looked a lot like his father, except that his hair wasn't long and he looked a lot better.
"The only thing my father and I have in common is out hair," Draco said.
"You know I just got into a little bit of a fight with him out in the hallway. Right before I saw you," Hermione admitted. Draco looked down at Hermione and gave a kind of weak smile.
"Not a big surprise there. Well I have got to go, my mother is taking me out somewhere," Draco said standing up. Hermione stood up with him and kissed him good-bye.
"I'll come and see you when I get back. Try to stay away from my father if you see him anywhere, ok," Draco said. Hermione nodded and then kissed him good-bye one more time before he apparated away.
Hermione looked at Colby who had fallen back asleep. He was curled into a ball, and looked a lot like one of those fuzzy pillows that girls keep in their rooms.
"Well I guess it's just the two of us," Hermione said to the sleeping puppy.