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She walked into the Great Hall and sighed. She saw Harry and Ron sitting at their table. She walked over to them and sat down. The first years got sorted and McGonagall gave her headmistress speech. She looked over at Harry to see the slight glisten of tears in his eyes. She knew it was because he missed Dumbledore, she did too. She asked the heads to stay after the feast. They ate all they could stuff in their faces, epically Ron . The feast was over and the prefects lead there houses to their common rooms. Hermione walked up to where the podium was ands then Draco walked up beside her and McGonagall spoke. She Said, "I would really like you two to try and get along with each other this year. I know you've had some differences in the past, but all that is over with. Next you need to know the head common room password, it is Changes. As I'm sure you realize the irony of that password, remember I didn't choose it the occupant of the portrait did."
She bid them by and off Hermione went with Draco by her side to their Dorm. She looked over at him and she knew that this was going to be an interesting year (she has no idea!!!!!!). They reached to portrait and she stared at it with amazement. The names of all the past Headmasters where written in the background and the occupant of the portrait was a maid who dusted over every name with an admiring face.
"Changes.", Draco whispered to the maid who smiled and replied, "There will be many of those I bet." and opened to door to a most beautiful common room. It was in a mixture of black and silver. There where stairs that lead to their rooms. And rooms off to the side that she was sure were the bath room and kitchen.
She smiled and walked over to the bookshelf on the left side of the fireplace. She ran her fingers over the spines of books until she found one that she really wanted to read. She plopped down on the couch and cracked open her book. Before she started reading and she glances up and saw that Draco had not moved but looked away when she met his eyes
I wonder if he was watching me that whole time. He has been acting real strange recently. I wonder what he just stands there and thinks about. He has to get bored wallowing in his own thoughts all day. What am I saying? That's what I'm doing right now.
She watched him as he sat down in the black fluffy looking chair. He was just staring at the fire.
She was too curious now so she had to ask, "What are you thinking about?" He slightly jumped at the sound of her voice breaking the silence.
He looked at her then replied, "Are you always this nosey?" He smirked at her.
"Yes. I'm sorry if that bothers you but I am so you'll just have to live with it." She replied returning his smirk. Then he chuckled.
"Honestly I'm thinking about everything. Nothing really important, I've just had a whole lot of stuff happen the past few months. How about you?" He replied still slightly chuckling.
"Well, I'm not really thinking about much either. I heard about a few things that happened to you this summer. I'm sorry your dad got chucked in Azkaban." As she said these last words he looked up with anger.
"Look, I am 100 happy that my father is not controlling my life anymore. It's probably for the best. Me and my mum can now get our lives straight and not worry about what kind of mess my father has gotten us into."
"Oh' okay then. You know you have really changed." She said in a serious tone.
"Not as much as you think, trust me. I'm still the same just nicer to you. Eventually I want to fix my problems with Harry, but not yet. I'm just not ready yet. I still have some personal issues with him. You'll see, I haven't changed that much. I've always…" all the sudden there was a knock on the door interrupting their conversation.
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… wanted to talk to you. He finished his sentence in his head as Hermione answered the door. Why am I being so honest with her? He didn't understand why he was all the sudden pouring his heart out to Hermione Granger. He never talked to anyone with such honesty, not even Blaise and they have known each other since they were very young. Then he looked to see who Hermione had let in to the common room. He was all the sudden overcome with anger and irritation.
"Boy do I miss you back in the Gryffindor door common room." Ron said to Hermione pulling her into a hug. Then he leaned in and whispered something Draco couldn't hear. He felt sick he didn't want to be around while weasel tries to seduce Hermione.
He suddenly had a mental picture of Hermione's legs wrapped around Ron's hips and the thought grossed him out.
He decided to leave the room while he could. He turned around to glance at them without thinking and Hermione gave him an apologetic look and he quickly turned around and wondered what the look was for. He went into the kitchen. He checked out the fridge and found out that they had a lot to snack on if they wanted to. He grabbed out a bottle of butterbeer. He popped off the top and began thinking.
Why did she look so sorry? I will ask later. I cant believe the thought of sex actually grossed me out. It's not like I haven't done it before. I guess is just the thought of the Weasel and her together.
Then he heard it. She was giggling like a fool. He needed to leave. He couldn't stand it. He walked out of the kitchen and they were kissing in front of the fireplace. Hermione looked up and saw him and she blushed. Ron looked up and scowled.
"I'm going up to the Slytherin common room. I'll be back in a little over an hour." Hr quickly said and scurried out the portrait hole.
He met Blaise and sighed. "Dude I had to leave. Granger and weasel were making out. It was totally gross.
Chuckling, Blaise asked was the almighty Draco Malfoy jealous?"
"Shut it Blaise. That is completely the most absurd thing you could say." He replied trying to cover up his lie with a sneer.
"Hey! I never said that there was anything wrong with it. She's extremely pretty and smart. You know good and well I hate all that Mudblood crap and always have. If I didn't think my best friend had a thing for her I would go for her myself."
"You're way out of line with that one. I have never once given anyone a reason to think that I held any type of feelings toward Hermione other than hate." He replied looking furious at Blaise.
Blaise started to smile "Hermione huh? Whatever buddy! I don't care anymore. I'm not going to try anything though. I know she would never go for me."
Draco looked utterly horrified. I guess I could tell him that I'm starting to like her. Wait what am I talking about I don't like her. I just think she's very pretty. There's nothing wrong with that and that's none of his business at all.
After talking with Blaise for a little longer he decided to go back to his common room.
"changes" he said to the portrait
"I certainly hope so." The maid replied with a smile as she let the head boy in.
He found Hermione asleep on the couch with a book over her face.
He removed the book and picked her up and walked up to her room. He was hesitant for a moment. Guys were not normally allowed in the girls dormitory but he decided to try and go p there any way. He got to her door and grabbed the handle, here goes. He remember the invisible force that pushed him the time he tried to follow Pansy to her dormitory.
He pushed the door open and sighed with relief as he walked in and saw her room. It was in Gryffindor colors. He figured his was the same just in Slytherin colors. He pulled back her covers and set her under them.
He smiled to himself, wow she is so beautiful. Before he could think about it he kissed her on the forehead and said "goodnight Hermione."
He missed the smile that she had as he walked out of her dormitory.
He went into his room and got a towel to go get a shower.
About 10 minutes later he returned to his room and turned out the lights. He climbed into hid bed and went to sleep thinking about the events of today.