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Chapter 3: Regret

Ron's eyes went wide. "Oh, Mione, I didn't mean it! I- sorry."

"If you didn't mean it why did you say it?" Daria said. All the prefects had heard some yelling and wanted to see what was going on.

"Ok, nothing to see here, everybody out!" Draco said pushing people into the prefect tower.

The prefects began to file out, all except Ron.

"Goodnight Ron," Hermione said holding back tears.

"Hermi-"

"She said BYE!" Draco said shoving him through the portrait.

Hermione burst into tears when Ron left, and in an effort to comfort her Draco hugged her awkwardly.

"Uh, Hermione, don't be upset- do you want to talk about it or something?" he said uncertainly. Sure, the summer camp cured his racism, but nothing will help a guy understand girls.

Hermione smiled weakly and wiped her tears. At least he tried. "Uh-" sniff "I'm gonna take a quick shower first, hold on."

Draco nodded as Hermione climbed the staircase and went into the bathroom. She's changed a lot over the summer. She seems more outgoing, fun, beautiful, smart... well, she's always been smart...

"Draco?" he heard her yell. "Can you get me a towel from the closet, please?"

"Yep, hold on." Draco got her towel and waited in her room for her. She emerged from the bathroom with wet hair, a baggy sweatshirt, and baggy p.j. bottoms. Draco still thought she looked great. What is wrong with me? Do I like- no that's impossible. It's only the first day! Why is life so complicated!

"Draco, why are you staring at me?"

"Oh- I- no reason. I was spacing out."

"Oh. Sorry to interupt your daydream," she said smiling.

She's smiling! I made her smile... sorta. "So... are you feeling better?' he asked.

Hermione shrugged. "A bit."

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

Kiss me- WHOA! WHAT? Where did that thought come from? "Uh- actually, can I ask you something- I mean- you don't have to answer if you don't want-"

"Just ask."

"Uh- ok. Did you ever, uh, want to be a death eater. Be honest, please."

Draco was not expecting that. He squirmmed uncomfortabley on the bed before answering. "Yes, at one point. But I would never go through with it now, even though Moldy-Voldy is dead."

"You promise?"

"Yes. Now I have a question for you- but you don't have to answer it.

"Ok."

"Why were you so upset when Ron broke up with you? I mean, not to sound rude, but you didn't seem to like him very much, and he's not your type at all," Draco said.

"Oh really? And what is my type?"

"Well... I'd say you need someone who's confident with himself and is strong minded, that's DEFINATELY not Weasel. And I think you need someone who can carry an intellingent conversation, once again, DEFINATELY not Weasel,"

Hermione laughed.

"And you need someone who's attention will only and always be focused on you, no exceptions," Draco said looking into Hermione's eyes, which were beginning to brim with tears.

"And that's DEFINATELY not Ron," Hermione laughed quietly. "I guess I was so upset because he called me... mudblood. It really hurt," she said, steady tears rolling from her eyes.

Draco felt as if a doctor had injected him with a shot of guilt. He could feel it circulating through his body. Had he ever made her cry over a stupid word? "Hermione? I really do regret everything that happened between us over the years. I'm really sorry."

"I know Draco."

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