Draco's POV
She stood up and walked down the hallway and up the stairs to our common room.
"Wait!" I shouted. I was about to talk when she stood up so I shouted.
She ran when she heard my voice. What choice do I have but to run after her?
In the common room, she grabbed the handle to her bedroom and was about to turn it when I grabbed her wrist just in time.
"Let go of my hand!" she snapped at me with tears on her angry eyes.
"No," I insisted,"I have to tell you something."
Still struggling, she hissed, "Well, I don't want to hear it."
"Please hear me out, just this once," I pleaded.
"Oh, look, a Malfoy is pleading," Hermione said, or rather mocked.
"I'm serious, please?"
"Never in my life," she spat. Clearly, she wasn't in the mood, but I didn't care. Hermione.
That's it, I know how to get her attention.
"Please, Hermione...?"
It really worked. She stopped struggling and stood still with a shocked look on her face.
I dropped her wrist and took hold of her shoulders. I led her to the couch. I let her sit down first then I sat down beside her.
I started to talk," I'll start this by saying I'm sorry for being mean to you the past 7 years. I didn't mean it when I called you a mudblood. My father wanted me to say it."
There was silence for a while and she looked at me saying, "I forgive you."
"Really?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing.
"Yes, really."
"But that was for over 7 years."
"Well, people change, and you apologized. I bet you don't do that often."
"Yeah, I don't. My pride is keeping me from saying it."
"Then what made you do it?"
"Ever since I knew we were going to end up with each other, I felt some kind of connection with you. And then, when I was looking around in the ball a while back, you were the first person that caught my eye. There was something about you that made me notice you."
"Really," she said with a hint of doubt in her voice.
"Yes, really," I smiled, copying what she said earlier.
We both laughed. She looked at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and said," You know, your not so bad."
"Thanks, your not bad yourself, too."
"Thanks," she told me.
Hhhmmm...the first Saturday next month is a Hogsmeade day, I could ask her out, as a friend, "Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me next month, just as friends, of course."
There was a pause as she searched my face for any emotions but found none. She thought about it for a while and finally agreed. "Sure," she smiled and for some reason blushed.
It was strange, but I kind of liked it. She looks really pretty when she blushes.
"Thanks," I said, "we better go to sleep now, otherwise you'll look like a troll."
"Yeah, sure."
We each walked to our bedroom doors and turned the knobs.
"Good night, Draco."
I froze mid-turn, my eyes wide. I recovered soon.
"Good night, Hermione."
She smiled at me and I smiled back, not my usual sneer, but smile.
I entered into my room and collapsed onto the bed not bothering to change my clothes. I soon fell asleep.
A few minutes later, I woke up, feeling uncomfortable so I got up and headed for the bathroom to change.