Hello lovely people! Here's the 2nd chapter. I hope you enjoy it!

-Isabelle:)

Chapter 2:

*Hermione's POV*

Was it me or did I just witness Malfoy actually defending me, Hermione Granger, a Mudblood. He wasn't always like this, in fact, I don't think he ever was. Okay, so Harry, Ron and I eavesdropped, so what? It's not like we could help it. They were speaking rather loudly, like Slytherins always were and we tried our best not to listen since they're subject was rather offensive, as if they had nothing better to talk about. I noticed Malfoy was rather down and he wasn't saying a lot and out of all the things he could say about the three of us, he chose to defend me. I know this sounds wrong, but I felt rather flattered.

Wait, no, Hermione. He hates you. And you hate him. That's how it works and it has always been that way. Do not even think about it.

I sighed. The voice inside my head was right. I mean, it's true, he may have piercing gray eyes and blonde hair you just want to run your hand through to, but no. It can't be. It's just a mere feeling when you're flattered and it is no big deal. Stupid hormones.

Anyway, we were all silent. Harry and Ron were staring at me and I literally didn't know what to say as we wordlessly watched Malfoy dash out of the Hall. It was just plain silence until Ron spoke up.

"I can't believe it."

"Me neither." That was Harry. And they were still staring at me.

"Um, I-er" I stuttered awkwardly, "There must be something wrong with him."

"He's obviously mental." Said Harry and Ron in unison.

To be honest, I felt really offended. They were treating the situation as if Malfoy said the worst thing ever. Why couldn't they just be happy that he didn't actually say something mean to me for once. They probably don't understand. And they never will. They aren't muggle-born unlike me. They don't know how it feels like being discriminated for their heritage. And they most likely don't know how it feels like actually being defended by someone who treats muggle-borns like vermin. Especially when that someone is Draco Malfoy.

Harry and Ron continued staring at me, waiting for me to say something. But I just took one big gulp of tea, picked up my books and stood on my feet.

"I'm just going to—" My mind raced. Where was I going to, exactly?" "Class. I want to be early.

Oh, Wow. How creative, Hermione. Yes, yes. Use the exact same excuse of Malfoy and they'll surely believe you. It's too early for class anyway.

I shook the nagging voice in my head away as I stared at them, awaiting for their answer. Harry and Ron exchanged looks for a while.

"Sure, Hermione." Said Harry finally, "We'll see you." And I couldn't even believe how gullible they were. I smiled as I nodded once and left the Hall.

When I left, I literally looked from left to right. I wasn't actually going to class, of course. I knew I shouldn't do this, but I was going to look for Malfoy. I wanted to thank him, and then I would interrogate him. I had a plan, anyway.

I paced at the hall. There wasn't a lot of students since most of them are either sleeping or in breakfast so it was easy to spot a lot of significant things and one of them was Draco Malfoy.

He was standing right beside a window, staring intently. I watched him for a while, since he didn't seem to notice my existence. He had a tired look on his pale, pallid face. He looked almost…sad. However, he still looked quite handsome even though he looked like as if all the colour in his face has drained. I decided it was the time to speak up.

"Er—Hi." I said, trying my hardest to sound casual, but not too casual since we were supposed to be enemies.

Draco flinched at the sight of me. But I wasn't too offended, although I couldn't help but furrow my eyebrows slightly.

"Oh," he said, sounding a bit disappointed. "It's you."

My eyes widened in shock. Woah, okay, not cool, Malfoy. I thought in my head but then again, He was Malfoy and to him, I was just Granger. Just another pathetic muggle-born.

I have soon decided not to waste my time on him so I just head straight to the point.

"Well, It seems that you're in a terrible mood and it would just worsen if I was here and I would just want to make it quick. " I said stiffly "I-I would just want to thank you for earlier, whether or not you meant it."

I stared at him, waiting for him say something. Even just a mere nod or something, but nothing.

Now I was really disappointed but I think I sure did a good job hiding it. I clenched my jaw, because I expected all of this.

"You don't have to say anything, Malfoy" I said, "I'd just wanted you to know. Good day to you."

I turned away, my chin up. And just when I started walking, I felt someone hold me by the wrist, I turned back, and sure enough, it was Malfoy. I stared into his eyes and I knew he felt tense. He didn't really say anything except…

"I'm sorry."

Then, he let go of my wrist. I understood because people started entering the hall and I was sure he didn't want to be seen with me. He walked away quickly until he was out of my sight.

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-Isabelle:)