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Chapter 8: And Then I Woke Up

Hermione sighed with complete contempt as she woke up. She felt strangely happy. She also felt warm very warm. Then she realized what happened that night. Quickly she turned to see Draco's face. He actually looked quite peaceful as if nothing could have ever bothered him.

Today was going to be a bad day, and she knew it.

Draco began to shift around in his sleep. Hermione quickly shut her eyes. The last thing she wanted was for him to find her awake. Gawking at his presence. She one if he saw her doing that she would be endlessly teased. Not like that wasn't going to happen anyway.

She basically had a mini heart to heart. With Draco Malfoy. The boy who made fun of her for around six years, straight.

She could feel his ease tighten around her shoulder. He was awake, she could tell because he instantly relaxed and then sighed. He attempted to quietly climb out of the girls bed without making much noise. But sadly his mission was unsuccessful. He ended up tripping over the small rug by her bed. His body collided with the floor with a loud thud.

Hermione saw the chance to 'become awake' and took it. Groaning she looked over to the side of her bed. Then pretended to be surprise by his presence.

"Malfoy what where you doing in my room? Wait what where you doing in my bed!?" She screeched. He was slowly getting up. His face noticeably reddened at her questions.

"Well er Granger you see-" he began.

"Mmhmm please continue." She replied. He sighed.

"I heard a scream and j came in. Turns out you just had a bad night terror. And I was so tired I offered to listen to it. You where so tired you accreted my proposal (AN I died not that way... yet?) and offered me a place on your bed. You told me your little tale. Then fell asleep on me. I was far to tired to move you. Do I did not move you." He explained. Hermione stared at him. He left out the part where he hugged her. The other part where she cried. She thought for sure that he would instantly point that out. But he didn't.

"Oh ya." She mumbled. Draco stared at her for a bit. Making the Head Girl send him a glare.

"why are you still here?" She demanded. He looked down, taking a sudden interest in her beautiful hard wood flooring.

"I just- Granger- I was wrong." He admitted. She shot him a puzzled look.

"What do you mean?" She asked. He sighed.

"Look yesterday I wasn't having the best day either." He admitted. "I said that, I don't know why. It was rather foolish of me. And I never would have thought you would go and prove me wrong. I thought you had more self confidence then that." He stuttered. Her eyes narrowed.

"You think I lack self confidence?" She spat. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Well no, I just a thought yiu had more than to actually go and prove me wrong. Which i apparently was right. For once. I thought you left to go to the library or something. Not actually go an figure it out." He admitted shamefully.

"Well I am a bloody know it all Gryffindor of course in going to try and prove you wrong." She replied. He glanced at her.

"I am just now taking that into consideration." He muttered.

"Well anyway sorry for any er- discomfit last night. I did not mean to ruin your precious sleep." She said.

"Now if you would please excuse me. I have to get ready for my day." She stated shooing him out of her room.

Before he left, he turned and looked her in the eyes.

"Sorry Granger." He whispered, before turning to jog toward his room.

She stood standing awestruck.

Did the Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prat, pureblood fanatic, just apologize. To her? This day was just like a dream. Wait maybe it was a nightmare. She rolled her eyes at the thought. That what got her in this mess in the first place.

Draco ran his hand threw his hair. He was extremely worried on what had just happened in Granger's room. They had actually talked civilly towards each other. Not only that but he actually in a way comforted her. He wasn't used to comforting girls, or anyone.

The fact that he had to deal with that was by far the strangest thing he had ever had to experience. He sure hoped he would never have to deal with that again.

He began to ready himself for that day.

He had a feeling he could trust the innocent girl across the hall with that information. He knew that they both never wanted to speak about that ever again.

Hermione walked down to breakfast. None of her 'friends' saw her enter. She quietly sat next to the very friendly Neville Longbottom. He was usually an outsider too. Hermione tried to ignore the pain that seeing the two people she was close to. Completely oblivious to her presence and her feelings. She sigher then turned to smile at the shy boy sitting in front of her.

"Hello Neville." She said. He glanced up and smiled back.

"Oh- er hi Hermione!" He replied nervously. He was always a bit quiet, but very loud when need be.

"How are you?" She asked. He brightened at the question.

"I'm wonderful, me and Luna are going out now." He replied merrily. Hermione's face lit up at the statement.

"Really? That's brilliant Neville! Congrats!" She replied. He nodded.

"Yes, I'm so happy she agreed. It was definitely a good evening for me then." He laughed. She smiled at that.

"When did you ask her?" She questioned.

"Hm I would say around six pm yesterday." He noted. Hermione smiled and nodded eating the eggs on her plate.

"That's perfect Neville." She smiled. He nodded.

"How are you Hermione?" He asked. Faking a genuine smile she replied.

"Oh I'm fine, just fine."

"That's good!" He replied. She nodded.

"Ya, I guess it is."

Draco silently watched a certain muggle born girl with interest. She could see that se was trying to ignore Potter and Weasley. Which seemed like a bloody brilliant idea. He saw she ended up sitting with Longbottom. Even laughing a bit. As if she suddenly didn't have a care in the world.

But unlike anyone else, he looked I to her eyes. Her pupils where dilated. Whatever she said then she was lying to whatever she just a said. She said it with a smile too, no doubt a fake one. With simple deduction he figured she was probably asked one of the conversation starters. The terrible 'how are you?'.

Draco ate his meal quietly, and was undisturbed. He couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty on what was going on over at the Gryffindor table. A girl had lost her two best friends because of his idiotness. He just had to be right.

For once in his life he wished Granger was in the right.

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