A/N- So I think last chapter got the most reviews of the story so far, you guys are awesome! And don't worry I will continue this story! I've actually got the next couple chapters already written out, they just need to be reread and edited for mistakes and all that fun stuff. But thank you again! I hope this chapter meets it's expectations.

Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own Harry Potter.

Change

Hermione slipped on her shoe from the ground and glanced over her shoulder at Draco. They hadn't said anything. Just kept quiet, as they both got dressed. Should she say something? She was almost scared to. What if he regretted everything and yelled at her? But no, he had his back to her as he finished also putting on his shoes. Huh, Hermione blew out a shaky breath and stood up.

She watched as Draco's head twitched when she made the sudden movement and she looked at him just to see if he would get up and say anything. But he didn't. Hermione gave two slow nods, and walked out of the bathroom. But this time when she walked away, she admitted to herself that everything had just changed.

The whole time she was with him the only thing running through her head was, this is wrong, but every time she thoughts those words she let the images of Lavender and Ron together flash in her mind and she kept going. Which was weird because usually those images held her from doing anything.

Hermione's shoes clicked against the silent halls of the floors and it echoed down the hall as if it would never end. She figured everybody was in the Great Hall eating dinner and she should probably go get some food. Her body still ached from Draco's marks, and from rolling around on the bathroom tiles. Cold and hard, like what her and Draco had. Which she still did not know what that was yet.

Her breath stopped short as she heard tapping coming from the hall at which she just came from. She snapped her neck around to see Draco walking in the opposite direction. But he was gone so fast she wondered if she had just imagined him.

Shivers ran up her spine and she realized she did not want to be alone anymore. She quickly made her way to the Great Hall, looking back at least five times to make sure no one was following her.

She was so far on edge, she was afraid at any minute she would fall off.

Draco walked straight to the Slytherin common room, skipping dinner. He realized he was beginning to make a habit out of that. He slipped in and let out a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was in there. He went to his room and shut the door. He pressed his palm to a wet spot on his shirt. The floors in the bathroom had puddles of water here and there and he must have thrown his shirt into one of them.

He slipped it off of his head and tossed it in the corner, usually he would have put it in his basket but he did not care. Draco did not even put on a shirt, he just lay flat down on his bed.

Things were changing between him and Granger, no denying that. Things were moving fast and he was scared because he did not know where it was going to take them.

He obviously did not mind being with her anymore. In fact, he felt more comfortable with her than anybody else, not that he would ever say that out loud. He shook his head into his pillow. What is happening to me? He ran a hand down his face and let out a frustrated groan.

"I didn't ask to be one!"

"It wasn't my choice!"

"Just like you didn't choose to be Pureblood!"

"So stop calling me something I didn't choose to become!"

Those words rang in his head every time he thought he should stop them in the bathroom. And now that he was out that was all he could seem to think about. What she had said. It made sense. So much sense, actually. It's not like she chose to be Muggle-born. What if he was Muggle-born? It's not like he would have wanted that.

So would Granger change if she could? Probably not, he scoffed. But what about if she got the choice from the beginning? Who knows?

Draco thought about them in the bathroom again. They hadn't even said anything except for,

"Ow, Draco, ow your on my hair," Hermione pulled at her hair out from under his elbow. Draco lifted his elbow and frowned at her.

"Sorry," He said.

That was all. He was even surprised he said sorry. If it was any other girl he would have rolled his eyes in annoyance but with Granger he felt bad?

Everything he knew was changing. Everything he thought was changing. But wasn't there a saying, change is for the better? Did he believe it? Was this really for the better?

Draco pulled the pillow out from under his head and held it to his chest, the cool fabric felt nice on his skin.

That was the second time he had sex with Granger. But if felt different from the first, he did not know how to explain it. He did know one thing for sure; he was changing.

"Hey," Hermione managed as she slowly eased herself into a seat at the Gryffindor table next to Ginny.

"Where've you been?" Harry asked her, she just shook her head.

"No where interesting." She looked over at Lavender and then quickly looked away. Lavender was scowling at her and Ron was not looking too pleased either.

"So how are you?" Harry asked Hermione, had he been staring at her since she sat down?

"Fine," Hermione picked at some food and then frowned.

"Are you okay?" Ginny put a hand on her shoulder. "You haven't been eating much."

"I'm fine!" Hermione said a little too quickly and stuffed some food into her mouth. "See?" She said through a mouth full of food. Ginny nodded, uneasy.

"Hermione," Ron said slowly. Hermione looked at him, the food churning in her stomach. Maybe she should have not ate anything…

The images of her and Draco in the bathroom came back into her mind and she clenched her eyes shut. Uh oh…

"I did not steal Lavender's necklace from my mum." How dare he have the guts to say that in front of everybody! She could feel her face flush a crimson color and she swallowed, trying to keep her food down.

"Huh?" She played it off coolly, but she knew her face gave her away.

"You know what I'm talking about." He frowned.

"Leave her alone, Ron." Ginny warned.

"I'm just saying, Gin,"

"Just drop it," They stared at each other and Ron finally broke it off and focused his attention on Lavender. He picked up the heart on her neck and mumbled something to her. She giggled and kissed him.

Hermione felt sick. And not the kind of sick where you're just saying it to show that you're disgusted. She actually felt sick. "I'm going-" She pushed herself up from the table.

"Hermione," Ginny grabbed her wrist and stood up too. "Don't leave because of Ron." She whispered to her. Hermione shook her head.

"I really need to-" She pulled her wrist out of Ginny's grasp and darted out of the Great Hall. She heard her name being called, maybe once or twice, she did not know, all she wanted to do at that moment was get to a bathroom. And fast.

Hermione darted down the halls trying to find the closest bathroom, a hand over her mouth, and when she found one she bent over and let it all out, including the tears.

Hermione was still shaking from everything today, as if it just hit her. She was sitting on her bed as all the other girls around her slept. She wondered what Draco was doing, and then she thought she really should not care.

She was tired. Dead tired, yet she still could not fall asleep. She had too much on her mind. She then remembered her sleeping pills that were in the bathroom.

She got up and quietly made her way to the bathroom and locked herself in. She squinted as she flicked on the lights. Hermione walked over to the mirror and stared at herself. She looked horrible.

Her skin was pale, almost as pale as Draco's. Her hair was frizzier than usual, and her lips were dried up from puking and her eyes were puffy and red. She pulled down the color of her shirt and saw that she had a love mark on her collarbone. Nice, she rolled her eyes and released her shirt that her finger was using to hold it out.

Hermione blew out a breath and tried to comb her hair with her fingers. Once she realized that was going nowhere she refocused her mind back onto why she was in there. Right, the pills…she opened up her makeup bag and clasped the tiny bottle of sleeping pills. She popped it open, took two out and got some water.

"Here's too…" She racked her brain for something she could drink to, "sleepless nights." Seems appropriate, she popped the pills into her mouth and gulped them down with her water. She clinked the glass down on the counter top and reexamined herself in the mirror again.

She felt different. She felt… changed. So what was she looking for? She was hoping something would look different on her to match her new feeling. Same frizzy hair, same brown eyes, same facial expression…nothing. Maybe it was inner change? She sighed in frustration and turned around to leave when a sliver of light caught her eyes.

Was that…? Hermione turned around and her eyes flickered to the silver metal sitting on the counter. She let out a breathy laugh. Lavender's necklace. She walked over to it and picked it up and held it to her face to examine it. "It's not that great," She let it twirl around. "Cheesy heart, predictable lie," She shook her head. She did not see what the big deal was. It was so dumb, so easily lost and breakable.

Her feet began to move her and she let them, the necklace twirling faster in her hand with every step.

Hermione was changing. She could feel it in the inside whether or not she saw it on the outside. Everything was moving so fast. She didn't think she had time to sit down and strap. Her life was out of control. She knew that. And so was she.

Flush.

A/N- I know the chapter is short, sorry about that! But I needed this short chapter in because I could not have any more interaction between Draco and Hermione because that was all being saved for the next chapter.

Thank you all again for reading and please do not be afraid to review! I encourage it here!

Brittany