Summary: Draco and Hermione are Head-boy and Girl, and Draco seems changed.
After a disturbing night of dreams that made her more confused towards her feelings, she scrambled out of bed. It was saturday, a lot of time to unpack, catch up with old friends and for her, a cup of coffee. She walked out in the small kitchen in her dorm, and sat down on an old wooden chair - her hair was a big mess, her eyes drowsy from the lack of sleep. She tugged on the side of her pyjamas-shirt, grunting a bit. She had buttoned it up wrong. She gave up, returned to her coffee and read a bit. She looked up when she heard a door creek from the end of the kitchen; and saw Draco Malfoy, looking exactly like she felt. His hair stood up in different places, his eyes heavy and he nuzzled his own neck while walking in - he wasn't wearing a shirt, and Hermione blushed. He was like Adonis. "Any more coffe?" He asked, voice husky from sleep. She caught her breath; she had never ever heard a voice sound so sexy. "Yes, in the pot. want some?" She asked, already pouring into a different cup. "Thanks, Hermione." Her heart fluttered when he said her name. She just smiled in return and sat down again. "So.. I'm guessing we should learn something about eachother? I mean, i've never been the oe for telling stories about my self, but since we are going to live together for a year, maybe we should.. Try?" He said, slurping in the coffee.
And they did; They really did. Draco's dad, Hermione learned, was on the run, not to be reached. His mother chose to return to Malfoy Manor, but divorce Lucius. Draco's favourite food was sushi, his favourite color was red (a big suprise for Hermione), and his biggest ambition was to be a healer at Skt. Mungo's. She smiled after the tale from him and started telling him about her.
Draco was suprised to say the least, when Hermione told him her parents still lived as the couple Wilkins, in Austraila without the knowledge of their daughter. When Draco asked about it, she merely shrugged and told him they were happy. Her favourite color was emerald green (also a suprise for Draco) and her favourite food was (and would always be) Pizza with pineapple pieces on it. She wanted to become something inside the Ministry, though she wasn't sure yet what.
They spend an afternoon like that, talking and laughing and after some time, they had become close. She was very happy about his change; he had told her, that i wouldn't be his father, nor anything like him. He seemed angry when she brought up the subject of his father, but he told her gladly. He was happy when she was, and he loved the way her face lit up when talking about books.
The had an enjoyable afternoon together, and ended up walking down to the kitchen, ordering Pineapple-pizza to their room, where they sat in the couch, still in their pyjamas, and ate it.
All in all, Hermione thought, Draco might not be the bad guy i thought i knew.
"Hermione, i would like to say i'm sorry." She looked confused. "For what, may i ask?" He looked at her, sadness overcoming his grey eyes. "for all the things i've done to you; all those things i've called you. And i could have saved you, many times, but i was to.. Caught up in my self, i guess." He ended in a whisper.
She smiled, and took his hand, ignoring the jitters in her stomach. "Draco, i have already forgiven you. Years ago actually. I knew some how, that you might not mean it. I am over it, so should you be." She stroked his hand, and quickly let it go. "Oh my, look at the time. We've got to go to bed!" She said, springing up from the couch. "Oh, right, yes." She thought she saw a bit sadness in his eyes, but overruled it in the same thought. No way Draco would be sad about her letting his hand go.
They parted into their rooms, and tried to sleep. Hermione woke up during the night, by a slight knocking on her door. "Yes?" She whispered, voice hoarse from sleep.
The blond haired boy peeked in. "i couldn't sleep. i had a nightmare.." He sounded so little, so innocent, and she scooted over in her bed. "you can sleep in here, if you want to." He smiled widely, and crawled in bed with her, instantly cuddling her, leaving his arm around her stomach and sighed. She smiled, and craddled her self deeper into him; feeling his stomach against her back. They slept through the night, not moving an inch.
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