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Chapter Three

Draco

Finally! Draco thought when Dumbledore ended his speech. Draco never liked the speeches that Dumbledore gave. He always says the same things; take care of each other, be careful. Draco thought it was nonsense. There's nobody else taking care of you other than yourself.

Draco looked at the Griffindor table. Delilah was sitting next to Weasley. Father is not going to like this. Opposite from them were Potter and the mudblood. Draco looked at her with disgust. It was not that he hated Hermione; he actually thought she was nice. But his father always said that people who were not of pure blood were trouble.

Hermione turned her face so Draco could see it, and he saw something on her face that he had never seen. She looked…sad. Of course she did laugh, and she did talk to that Weasley girl next to her, but it wasn't genuine. She didn't wear the the sad look she had when Draco insulted her. She looked like she had lost something very close to her heart. Hermione glanced at Weasley.

Oh…ooh. Draco understood now. His stupid relative Delilah was chatting cheerfully with Weasley, and Hermione was left talking to the Weasley she didn't want to talk to.

Suddenly Hermione turned her head again, looking Draco straight in the eyes. Draco now could see Hermione's entire face, and noticed her eyes were a bit red. Probably from crying.

Hermione and Draco kept staring for a little while longer. Something snapped inside Draco that moment. Hermione broke their gaze by turning her head back to the little Weasley. The moment was gone, but it hadn't left things unchanged.

Oh, now you've done it. Draco thought.

Hermione

Hermione looked at Draco to find a very surprising though cross her mind. He's actually very handsome when he's not looking at you in disgust. Hermione didn't get the chance to get to know Malfoy over the past four years, and she didn't want to after the mean things he said to her, but she was curious now.

Why was he looking at her, with this… concerned look? Did he know something she didn't? Why didn't he turn his head in the other direction when she looked at him? Why did he keep staring? Hermione turned her head towards Ginny.

'Did you see that?' Hermione asked. 'See what?' the younger girl replied while eating the last of her chocolate pudding. 'Malfoy...Draco, he was looking at me! Just watching me, with a normal face. Well, I think it's his normal face, I'm not sure though, since he's never looked at me that way.'

Ginny choked. Hermione patted her on the back. Harry looked alarmed. 'You all right, Ginny?' he asked. 'Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine!' she said to Harry. Ginny turned back to Hermione again.

'You're joking right? I thought it was impossible for him to turn off his 'nasty scent face!' Ginny looked in Draco's direction.

Draco was now looking a bit irritated. Pansy was talking to him. 'Can he do that? Wear a normal face, I mean.' Hermione laughed.

'Obviously, he can. I really wonder why he looked at me that way. It makes me think something bad is about to happen.' Ginny sighed.

'You have one thing right about that.' 'What?' Hermione asked her. 'About the bad thing about to happen… School has started again.' Hermione smiled.

She didn't think of school as 'a bad thing.' She looked at the Slytherin table once more, but Draco was already gone. He got up when everyone was told to go to bed.

Draco

What had just happened? Did he really just looked at Hermione and think her a pretty girl. She's a mud blood for Merlin's sake! Don't say that! That is your father talking! He taught you that! There is nothing wrong with mud bloods! Muggle-borns! Stop it! Keep calm! Stop it Draco!

He couldn't think clear. That little moment in the Great Hall changed something inside of him, and Draco couldn't put his finger on it. Did he like her? No, of course not! How could he even think about that? Draco walked towards the window. It was raining outside. The weather matched his mood.

The filthy little mud blood must have cast a spell on him while they looked at each other. Probably a cry not to make fun of her as much this year.

Oh stop it Draco, you're being paranoid… Am I? Draco sighed and sat down on the chair near the window. He would look it up tomorrow in the library. It this wasn't a spell he was in serious trouble.

Delilah

It's been a busy day. A very busy day. A busy week actually. Getting all of her things from France to here. She was glad when Dumbledore said it was time for bed. She was tired, and couldn't stand staying up any longer.

Delilah got out of her robes and into her pyjamas. She loved sleeping, if it was up to her, school would start at 10 o'clock, only because she could sleep longer. She smiled at the thought of sleeping. She believed that when you were unconscious your mind can foretell the future. Though she didn't always remembered her dreams when she would wake up, she always had the feeling of knowing. Knowing what was going to happen.

Delilah yawned and got into her bed. She was sleeping in the Griffindor tower, girls' dormitory. She asked professor McGonagall is she could stay there for the night, because she got to know some of the nicest people from Griffindor.

She lay down and yawned once more. Odd she thought. I didn't expect to feel this content after just a few hours at this school. And with that thought she fell asleep. Not knowing what her dreams would bring her.

Running, keep running. She tripped, she was trapped. 'How could you! How could you do this to me? Why didn't you tell us! I trusted you! We trusted you!' a voice yelled. 'What did you expect! She's a Malfoy! She can't do right, everything a Malfoy touches goes bad.' Another voice said.

'You're what? Who are you? You're kidding right, this must be a joke.'

Running, keep running. Running…keep…running…Running…

Delilah didn't wake up with the same content feeling as she fell asleep with. She had the feeling something bad was coming.

Author's Note:

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