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Chapter 7

Hermione felt horrible. How could she say something like that?

This year was about unity, she knew he had changed, that he was no death-eater at heart.

From what she read in the daily prophet, he and his family had been put through exhausting trials in the past couple of months. They had been forbidden on the use of magic. Lucius and Narcissa were unable to perform magic for a year and were not permitted to leave there Manor. Malfoy she knew was banned from using Magic outside of Hogwarts and was not permitted to leave the castle at all. Including holidays, and Hogsmead trips.

If it had not been for Harry's testimony, about how their efforts during the war helped him. They would have faced the Dementors kiss. Maybe he was trying to be friendly by sitting with her? Maybe he was trying to be civilized. No. she didn't want to think about it right now. She would apologize for her behavior later; she would not lose this position of Head girl, for now she had homework to do.

Settling down in the library, in her favorite secluded spot. She took out her books and was soon lost in her Potions Essay.

It was nearing dinner time, Draco wasn't hungry though. Pacing around the common room.

He was still fuming about Grangers earlier statement. Goyle… he was already tortured by his face in his nightmares. He doubted he would ever forget that agonized face in his last moments. How that low life muggle dare bring him up. He sank back on the couch head in his hands. Feeling a sea of emotions rise up, he let the walls down and quietly sobbed,

His poor mother, all alone with Lucius, unable to perform magic. No house elf's for a year. He felt incredibly sad thinking about how they now had to live in contrast to how they used to. Not being allowed to leave their own house. Not to have their only son return home for the holidays. Not to have any one come over without the intense investigation and permission of the wizards that now guarded his parents. To make sure they cannot escape. He couldn't get rid of the image of his mother on her hands and knees cleaning, of her cooking, servants work. And yet she did not complain. Lucius on the other hand still remained unfazed of a year's house arrest. Still having the right connections in the ministry he remained locked up in his study making plans via pop in floo (a way of Wizard telephone) the one thing they were allowed to use, though every pop in they made was closely monitored. They had fallen and it felt horrible. He heard the door swing open ahead of him and heard a small gasp. Great Granger had to come right now. He kept his head down. He would not let her see his face; he could not bear any more shame. Most definitely not in front of her.

Malfoy was crying? Now she knew how Harry must have felt, when he found him in the bathroom during their sixth year, this was all her fault. She should have realized he was already stressed out. She wasn't sure of what to do.

Finally she plucked up her courage and set her bag down and walked quietly over towards him. Gently she placed her hand on his shoulder.

He felt her hand on him, he turned to look at her and instead of flinching or moving away she remained there. "I'm sorry Draco." She took out a small white napkin and handed it to him.

Draco? She said his name?

He took the napkin and wiped his nose, she still had her hand on him, why wasn't he repulsed? Why hadn't he yet moved away? He remained very still, trying to not let the tears fall. "Shhh its okay Draco, I'm here for you. You can let it all out."

At those words he trembled and collapsed onto her.

"Shhh… its okay." She said as she held him, she moved his blonde hair out of his face, and patted his back; she didn't really know how to comfort someone when they cried. Considering this was Malfoy, it didn't really matter, she was surprised he was still crying and hadn't even pushed her away. He must really be upset. She called him by his name, since when did she ever call him Draco. Since now. Hermione she mentally scolded herself. He needs a friend, you have to be there for him, you have to make others and himself see that there are no differences between Purebloods and Muggleborns.

This is what Professor McGonagall wanted.

After a while the sobbing sort of decreased. It was less urgent and she mostly just heard a couple of sniffles. She was leaning back into the couch now and had her Draco in her lap, with his back towards him, in somewhat of a fetal position. Stroking his hair she had nodded off. He stirred when he heard her stomach grumble, causing her to wake up, he sat up and looked at her. She was straightening her robes where seconds ago he was lying across. He felt something stir as he looked into her big brown eyes. He wondered why he never noticed them before; they were big and beautiful... "You should go eat. Dinner will be over in 15 minutes" he said checking his watch. Trying to forget about her eyes.

"Are you not hungry?"

"No" he said walking up the stairs.

She sighed. Well that could have been worse; he didn't have to say thank you, she could see it in his steely grey eyes. She knew he was to proud to ever say thank you to a muggle. She groaned as she walked quickly towards the great hall.

"Hey Guys" she said as she sat down.

"What took you so long?" asked Ron stuffing his face with Apple pie.

"Homework" she didn't feel the need to tell them she has just spent the past hour, watching Malfoy wipe the snot off of his face. Helping herself to a bit of everything that was lefts she quickly started to eat. Maybe she should take him some food back. That though would make her friends suspicious. They must have already noticed he wasn't there at dinner. Looking up she saw only a dozen or so of Slytherin's this year. Many had transferred to Durmstrang she remembered. And many were now being home schooled.

Harry yawned "this food is making me sleepy, Come on Ginny are you finished?" he said getting up. "Yes Love, Goodnight."

"Night, well I'll walk you back Hermione once your finished." he said taking himself a second helping of pie and she laughed.

"I think I'll take me some pie back to my room, and eat it while I work on my Potions essay" she said knowing that it was a white lie, since she had already completed her homework, but she didn't want Ron knowing, who she was truly taking it for. That would complicate things. He might get the wrong idea.

Back in her common room she said goodnight to Ron finally, he had been harping on about how he had too much homework to do. She walked softly up the double stair case and walked towards his room. She knocked on his bedroom door and set the plate down on the floor before quickly slipping into her room.

He heard a knock on his door.

What did Granger want now? He got up and answered the door, and was surprised to see no one there.

He looked down and saw that she had left him a small plate of pie, with a note sticking out from underneath it.

I wish we could forget the past and be friends?

He was amazed. This girl, the one he had tortured and bullied for more then 6 years wanted to be friends with him? A Death Eater? He closed the door and sat down realizing how hungry he was he quickly at the pie. He wondered how it would be to be friends with the golden trio's brain child. Would they sit together now and eat? Would they walk around as if they were best friends? And giggle and share gossip?

No of course not, she wasn't at all like that. God knows he needed a friend right now. He really was very alone. Fine. He would make this friendship work.

She heard him slip something under her door.

You can always depend on me

I believe until forever ends

I will be your friend

She laughed out. He listened to Amy Grant a Muggle? How was that possible?

Though, she was pleased he accepted her truce, and the quote he had used, made her heart beat a little quicker until forever ends. Maybe it was the scent of a mix of clove, pepper, and leatherwood.

She tucked the little note into her memories box, where kept her most cherished items,

And got into bed telling Herbert to wake her up and hour earlier then today.