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Chapter Five
Petite Feminine Beauty Hermione Granger

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As Hermione and Ginny exited the Great Hall, Hermione's picture with Draco was loosely in between the pages of her notebook. As Hermione continued walking through the corridors, the photograph flew swiftly to the marble floor, like leaves do in the fall. To the ginger haired girl's luck, Draco Malfoy was following close behind them, lurking around the corridor. With Hermione and Ginny out of sight, Draco spotted the photograph in front of his eyes. He raised his eyebrow and bent down subsequently, to pick up the fallen picture.

He stared at the picture. His jaw dropped suddenly, he owned the exact same picture. He examined every inch of the picture. It was definitely a Muggle photograph, since it wasn't in motion at all. Speaking of the obvious, Draco knew that just examining the picture wasn't going to help him figure out who owns this picture, since he has one himself. So, he turned the picture over to see if there was anything written on the back. 'Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy age 8'.

Hermione Granger? Hah, fat chance. Draco recollected his thoughts, when Hermione bumped into him late one night, he had a feeling that his past best friend was her. Hermione looked exactly like the girl he knew to be his childhood so-to-speak girlfriend. Now that he's found out who is his feminine beauty, he can finally talk to her and let Hermione know how much he misses her, right? Unfortunately, that is the wrong path for Draco to take. This full blooded wizard had treated Hermione with no respect and spoke to her as if she was a nobody. This was definitely going to be a tough path to walk through.

"Draccie!" The usual annoying, high pitched voice of Pansy called.

Draco ran his fingers through his sleek silver hair, and shoved the perfect photograph into the inside pockets of his robes. He turned around to face the pug-faced Pansy Parkinson. "What is it now?" he asked, annoyed.

"You haven't eaten lunch yet," Pansy batted her eyelashes, "won't you please come eat with me."

"Not now Pansy, now run along and bug someone else," Draco demanded, pointing to the the Great Hall.

Sadly, Pansy walked back into the Great Hall. Her hopes have filtered through the drain. As Draco watched Pansy enter the Great Hall, he strided through the corridors, hoping to find Hermione. He really needed to have a chat with her. Hopefully Hermione wouldn't be too angry with him, after all, he hadn't known in the first place that she was one of his best friends in the past.

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The bell rang for classes to resume. Professor Slughorn assigned new seating arrangements for his class. One Slytherin, one Gryffindor for every seat. That way he can observe how the two houses can work together. Harry was paired with Pansy, Ron with Blaise, and Hermione with Draco. Draco figured that this would be a great time for him to talk to Hermione privately. He looked at Hermione as she walked to where he was seated. He found Hermione rolling at her eyes at Harry for the fact that she was forced to sit with Draco, with absolutely no say.

Hermione sighed, as she sat down next to her own rival. She set her book bag down on the floor and pulled out her textbook, laying it onto her desk. As much as Hermione really wanted to sit with Draco, she knows better that he didn't recall anything that happened in the past. She could tell that Draco was unpleased of the fact that he was sitting with a Muggle-born witch.

Hermione heard Draco clear his throat. She looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Hermione," Draco whispered. Hermione was impressed, he didn't call her by her usual title, 'Mudblood'.

She just looked at him, at a loss of words. Draco pulled out the picture that he found on the floor and layed it on top of Hermione's textbook. "I didn't know, I swear. You were my bestfriend, and I didn't mean to call you a Mudblood."

Hermione gasped, he knew. She couldn't believe her ears, he finally knew. "Draco, you don't have to apologize, you didn't know." She sighed, giving him a half smile.

"No, all these years, I've treated you badly," Draco sighed, "I'm really sorry."

"Well, at least now we can talk things over a civilized people," Hermione nodded, smiling.

"Uhh, one problem, we're from two completely different houses," Draco said, as he commenced writing the note on the chalk board.

"Shoot. How about we just owl each other?" Hermione asked, flipping through the pages of her textbook.

"Sounds good," Draco smiled.

Their conversation deliberately died down, due to the fact that Harry, Ron, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise were staring, wondering why they were speaking to each other. Everytime Draco flashed a smile at Hermione, her insides did a back flip. They were finally friends again. The friendship that they've waited to happen all over again. It was over-powering. It was definitely a new change for the two students.