I'm extremely busy today. So I'm writing this as quick as possible sorry.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all, I came up with the fanfic plot.

Chapter 6: Draco Malfoy Your Soft Side is Showing

Hermione sprinted off to find her friends. She had to prove Malfoy wrong, she just had too. She wouldn't let him get the best of her, not today.

She finally found her friends, they were all talking, and laughing like usual. Walking up to them she began to smile, they wouldn't just push her away.

"Hey guys." She said. Harry and Ron glanced at her.

"Um hey Hermione, haven't seen you around recently." Harry replied uneasily. Ron nodded in agreement.

"Just busy with Head stuff I guess." She shrugged.

"Right, well we gotta go. We have Quidditch practice now, we'll talk to you -er later?" He asked. She nodded.

"After dinner?" She asked.

"Oh well I have a date with Lavender." Ron said.

"And me and Ginny are going to study for Muggle Studies, huge test tomorrow." Harry commented.

"Oh I can help you guys!" Hermione announced.

"No its fine, I mean it's best if it's just us there. That way we don't loose focus."

'Oh you mean you don't want me to see your little "study session" it's cool I get it.' She mentally screamed.

"Oh, all right, how about after your practice then?" She asked persistently.

"We're going to be so tired 'Mione it's best if we hang out tomorrow or something ok?" Ron said. Hermione heart dropped, and her bright grin disappeared from her face.

"Ya sure, it's fine, I get it you guys are busy. I'll see you around I guess." She mumbled before stalking off.

'How in this world was that prat Malfoy right?' She kept asking herself. She felt like crying.

Meanwhile Draco was still in the Common Room. He was trying to reply to his father, but he couldn't bring himself to telling his father anything.

Dear Father,

I started off with Granger first, and will save Potter for last. As it is harder for me to simply slip anything in his drink. It is easier to get the information out of her than anyone at the moment. Perhaps if you had Snape help me with Potter it would be easier. Like giving him a detention, while I slip it to him there. Snape will not take orders from me, right now because I am at such a 'young age' to be in charge.

Anyway Granger was hard to get information out of her. Since she only took a few sips of the water I had gave her, I got little information. I also mixed in an oblivious potion, so she would be completely oblivious to what she was saying. And she completely forgot the little chat me and her had, had. I have received personal information mainly from her, I had to make sure the potion was working. I know that she has taken a liking to Potter, in more than a friendly way. She also had a small relationship with the youngest male Weasley child, while the youngest girl in that family is in a secret relationship with Potter. You may take this information as simple child's play or gossip. I assure you, you can easily tear this trio apart with more little facts like this. As Ron Weasley has no clue what's been going on behind his back. And why his beloved girlfriend broke up with him

Sincerely,

Draco

Draco sent the letter off. Sure a few of the minor details were off, and sure he left out a bit. But his father would never know, and what the Dark Lord didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? He refused to acknowledge why he was lying.

'Maybe you actually like Granger?' His subconscious suggested, he threw that thought away.

As the owl flew off, he heard a loud bang near the front, signaling that Granger was back. She stormed in and saw him sitting on the couch and stopped to glare at him. Tears in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Well congrats Malfoy, you were right." She stuttered.

"About what?" He asked genuinely confused. Her glare had more hatred in it than before. Practicallynthrowing

"Don't make me say it."

"I honestly have no idea what you are talking about Granger." He sighed.

"Harry and Ron, you were right, they wanted nothing to do with me. They just wanted my authority abilities, my grades. God I'm an idiot." She groaned shaking her head.

"Wait, what?" He asked.

"Stop making me repeat myself!" She screeched.

"I wasn't telling the truth, I didn't really think you would go do that." He replied a tad bit flustered.

"Well obviously it's not a lie anymore. They just needed someone to do their work while they went on their little adventures. They found me, all weak with no friends, and thought 'Ah she would be an easy target, no friends, no life, overachiever perfect for us!' this whole time I thought we were friends'." She yelled to herself, tears were streaming down her face.

Draco stood their appalled. The most unbreakable girl, sat before him broken and crying. He didn't know what to do at all. Usually when Pansy cried Blaise would take over, so she wouldn't bother Draco anymore. But this was Granger, and besides Blaise was in the Slytherin Common room.

Hermione was sitting on the floor crying. Draco walked near her, and bent down.

"You need this?" He whispered. She looked up eyes all red and puffy. Looking at the handkerchief he had offered her. She slowly accepted and dried her face. Though she wasn't crying as badly, she still was crying. She threw her head against the wall. Muttering words at herself that Draco couldn't quite comprehend.

Draco slid down next to her.

"I didn't mean what I said you know." He said.

"What?"

"That Potter and Weasley dislike you. I was lying, I just thought you knew that too."

"Well you obviously don't know me." He shrugged at that.

"I guess I don't. Considering we are sworn enemies."

"Yup."

"So I guess I'm sorry."

"You guess?"

"Ok fine, I am sorry that I offended you today. I probably should've been nicer considering you had just gotten out of the Hospital Wing."

"Probably." She said. He nodded.

"But you know what? I still don't believe you! I don't believe your apology one bit. You know why? Because all I'll ever be to anybody at this school is some stupid little Gryffindor Mudblood!" She yelled, then threw the handkerchief in his face, before storming off. He watched her run off.

"Don't call yourself that." He whispered at nothingness.

So depressing a bit. But I liked it, what about you? Sorry for Harry and Ron acting snooty but whatevs. *hairflip* I do what I want. Anyway I made a soundtrack to help me when I'm writing comment if you want to see it next chapter. :D oh and

Dancing-Soles I loved your comment! So true!