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Draco groaned and pulled his pillow over his head. He didn't need to worry about Hermione bloody Granger this year. Not on top of what was going on now, trying to get away from his father was taking alot of away from him. He didn't know how to fight the deatheater thing. He could try and run away. But he would be found, more than likely. If a mircale didn't happen. He didn't want to become a deatheater. He couldn't kill anyone, without a good cause. He wasn't like them. He wasn't like the deathers, his father. He groaned once more when he thought of the letter his father had sent.
Chapter Three: Seeing the Light
Hermione threw the covers off as the sun peaked through her window. Lavender was sleeping on her bed, her arm threw over her face. Hermione tried to keep from laughing. She was drooling. Hermione threw on put on a pink sweater, dark wash blue jean pants, and her favorite pair of converses. She ran a brush threw her hair and used her wand to tame it out more. She smiled as it feel in waves. She pulled her bangs back with a pale white hairband and walked out into the common room.
"Wow, looking good, Granger." Seamus Finninigan whistled, then he pinched her butt. She saw Ron's face redden and Harry take a step forward. Hermione turned and slapped Seamus. Seamus blinked in shock. Dean hit the floor laughing, Ginny was leaning on Harry laughing. Hermione smiled sweetly at Seamus and walked out the potrait. Harry and Ron were following her.
"Hey, Hermione." Harry said. She smiled as Harry hugged her.
"Hi-yah, Harry." She repiled back, hugging him.
"Where are you headed?" Ron asked her. "To the library?" He added.
"Not this time, Ron." Hermione began walking again, making her way to the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry and Ron gaped in shock.
"Then where?" Harry asked, running to keep up with her.
"Well, first, I'm going to breakfast. Then, I plan on hanging out with you guys." She told them.
"Even if we play Qudditich?" Harry questioned.
"Yeah. If you'd like me to play with you." Hermione said. Harry and Ron stopped in shock. Hermione smiled as she walked into the Great Hall. Whistles erupted from every table. Ian Gallan, Cedric Diggory's best friend, yelled.
"Looking good, Granger." Hermione laughed and walked on to her table. When she sat down Harry and Ron flocked to her.
"So you meant what you said, you'd play qudditich with us?" Ron asked her, his eyes sparkling like a kid on Chirstmas. Hermione sighed.
"Yes." Hermione sighed.
"Okay, but just so you know, now that you've answered you can't back out." Harry said. They were still shocked. Hermione turned and looked at Ginny.
"Hey, Ginny. You wanna play Quddicth with Harry, Ron, and I later?" Ginny looked shocked but nodded.
"Yeah." She said. Dean's mouth was hanging open. Every Gyriffindor looked ready to scream that the end of the world was coming. She snuck a look around the room, unwillingly her eyes landed on Malfoy. He was staring at her, like he had seen something wonderful. Hermione blinked in surprise. Then began to eat, ignoring the way he kept looking at her.
"So, Granger's looking sexy today." Blaise said, as if trying to start the conversation with that. Only everyone turned to look at the girl he just called sexy. When they saw her, Draco almost hit the floor. She looked amazing.
"Psh.." Pansy snorted. "I've seen better." We looked at her and Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Please don't tell me, you mean yourself?" Blaise questioned.
"What? Am I not sexy?" Pansy asked, outraged. Blaise and Draco started laughing. Pansy turned her attention to Draco, looking at him as if she expected him to say something about his friend. But he was laughing to hard to even answer. She glared at him, when he calmed down, somewhat.
"Sorry, but Granger has you beat there.." His mouth was able to form the words. But at her expression, they started laughing harder. Blaise and Draco were the only two laughing, everyone else was looking on shocked. They couldn't comprehend what just happened. They didn't think they wanted too. Draco looked back over to the Gryiffindor table to see Hermione Granger looking at him. Then she turned around and began to eat. 'What is the deal with Granger? Why is she all of a sudden capturing my attention like this?' He wondered as he to began to eat.
Just as he'd began, he was grabbed by the arm and pulled out of the Great Hall, by none other than the girlfriend-wanna-be Pansy Parkinson. God, shoot me now. He thought. She pulled him until they ended up at the Qudditch Pitch. Then she proceeded to yell at him about this morning.
Hermione walked down to the Qudditch Pitch with Harry, Ginny, and Ron. She felt nervous, this was her second time on a broom since first year, she wasn't particularly fond of it then so what made her want to ride now? Was the freedom, or wanting to prove everyone wrong? She shook it off and walked on.
When they reached the Pitch the first thing she noticed was two people arguing. Hermione instantly noticed the boy as Draco Malfoy. His hair always would give him away, like hers would. 'Wait, why did I recongize him by his hair? Do I stare at him? Oh god!' Hermione's thoughts were a jumbled mess. They watched as Pansy got up in Draco's face yelling. Draco just stood there, he made no move for his wand. After a second or two, he took a step back from her. What they heard made them laugh.
"Seriously Pansy, you need a breathe mint." Draco's words were serious. That's what made them laugh so hard. He was absolutely serious about her having bad breathe. When they sobered Pansy had stomped away. Draco stood there looking at her.
"What?" Hermione asked him, her tone surprisely civil.
"It's not everyday a Syltherin makes a group of Gryiffindor's laugh." He said with a shrug. "Or should I say it's not everyday I make the Golden Trio and little sis of Weasley laugh. It's a rare thing, just like me standing here talking to you the way I am. But then again I did that last night too." Draco shook his head after his rant and walked away.
"Wait what did he mean by that, Hermione?" Ron asked her.
"Well, you know the night you blew me off for Lavender?" She asked shifting back and forth on her feet. Ron nodded. Harry and Ginny were listening hard. "Well, Malfoy helped me with the rest of the patrol..." Ron looked outraged, Harry and Ginny looked shocked.
"Is that why it took so long for you to get back?" Ron asked.
"What did you not last long with Lavender?" Hermione couldn't resist teasing him. "Either you have really low staminia or she's just really really good." Harry and Ginny were shocked out of their mind. While Ron still trying to think of a reply to that burn. From the distance they heard Draco's laughter. Hermione turned and smiled in his direction. 'Maybe there's a chance for firendship with Draco after all.' She thought.
"Um..Hermione?" Ginny said. Hermione looked at her. "When did you start kicking ass and putting my brother in line?" Hermione started laughing.
"I've always been able to Ginny." Hermione said. "I've just gotten better at it." Lavender's doing..but then again if she hadn't come along, Hermione wouldn't be becoming friends with Draco Malfoy. The dream she'd had the night before flashed into her mind.
"Hermione?" A male's voice called. Hermione turned, her eyes were filled with tears. The first thing she noticed about herself in the dream was that she was pregnant. "Honey, what's wrong?" He walked up to her and that's when Hermione saw his face. Blonde hair and grey eyes, the face of Draco Malfoy. He placed his hand on her stomach, the life inside her kicked out. She watched as his eyes lit up. Then he looked back up to his troubled wife.
"I feel fat." She cried. Draco wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"Honey you're not fat. You're carrying children. Our children." He told her. "That doesn't make you fat." Hermione only cried into him. "Is it something more than just that, baby?" He asked her, tilting her head up.
"What if I'm a bad mother?" She cried.
"Honey, there is no way in this world that you could be a bad mother." Draco kissed her gently on the lips. "You wouldn't let yourself be and more important I wouldn't let you be. Hermione, we are going to be the best parents that the tykes inside of you will ever have. We'll shower them with affection and spoil them."
"I hope not as spoiled as you are." Hermione murmured underneath her breathe. Draco looked at her, his eyes slightly glaring but amusement was still there. "Because I don't want to give them things that could harm them in the long...not like you're parents did with you." Her voice fell into a whisper.
"Honey, we aren't them. Hell, you should even see that by now. We are nothing like them." He promised kissing her forehead then her lips again.
"Hermione!" Harry said. His hand was waving in front of her face.
"Oh! Sorry." Harry and Ginny started laughing. "I was thinking." She shook her head and continued walking. She grabbed a broom and started to fly off, hoping to distract herself from the dream coming back again. The dream felt so real..it felt right. Hermione almost fell off her broom at that thought. 'RIGHT! Pull yourself together, Granger! This is Malfoy we're talking about!' Hermione's thoughts screamed. 'Well, you certianly didn't want to wake up from the dream..' Hermoine shook her head. Arguing with yourself wasn't healthy or natural. A bludger buzzed by her head. She dodged it just in time. She glared down at Ron, who was on a broom below her. He looked around, trying to be innocent. Harry and Ginny laughed. 'I need to concentrate before I get my head taken off.' She thought.
Draco sat watching them from the balcony at Hogwarts. Hermione seemed distracted at first but then got her head in the game. He was surprised the see how well she blocked each throw made by Ginny Weasley and Harry. She was easily doing it. Even more amazed at how she dodged each bludger Ron Weasley sent her way. Was this girl not bad at anything? He'd heard how she brunt Ron Weasley's ability in bed and compliment Lavender, apparently he wasn't the only one that she took hits at. Weasel-King was another vicitim of hers. For some reason he felt comforted by that thought. Why he didn't know. Was he looking for her approval? Then like seeing light for the first time, he realized that he was. He craved her approval..
"Oh, bloody hell." He whispered. He really was looking for trouble....
