author's note:

alright gotta be honest, not sure I'm proud of this chapter, but whatever

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I added a little Draco POV at the end, let me know if you liked it and I'll continue

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When she walked into the great hall, accompanied by Neville, the first thing she saw was Ron stuffing his face with food, eating like a pig. Hermione did nothing to disguise the disgust on her face at the sight. What's worse though was that Harry was doing no better. She quickly walked over plopping down next to Ginny, who much to shock was eating almost as much as Ron (a least she had the decency to use utensils)

"Ermionee can youf pasth da budder" Ron said, his mouth full of food. Hermione lost it, "Ron!" she said scoldingly whilst slapping his sticky hand away from the plate of toast (with a pair of tongs I might add) "you disgusting pig, swallow for Merlin's sake!"

Ron did as he was told, then in a very whiny childlike voice, he said, "Hermione we have quidditch remember?" she blinked, she had forgotten they had a quidditch match today "you know" Ron continued "against Slytherin" they all simultaneously turned to glare at the opposing team. The Slytherins sensing their combined gaze, glared right back, Hermione tried to make eye contact with Malfoy, and in the process, she noticed he was eating (she was secretly quite pleased with this), finally, after glaring at him for a moment, he seemed to sense her gaze and met her glare with one of his own, his gaze was cool, piercing her as if he could see into her soul, she felt her face heat up just a bit, but she convinced herself that the blush was from anger.

As soon as the boys and Ginny were done eating breakfast, they headed down to the Quidditch pitch to change, Hermione stayed back to finish her food, for the Quidditch match didn't start till much later. Someone came and sat next to her, looking up Hermione was greeted with Luna's dreamy smile, " hi Luna, how are you?"

"I'm just wonderful" she answered, turning in her seat to study Hermione "you have a grey aura around your head," she said simply. Hermione let out a little laugh deciding to humour Luna she said " ah yes that explains the headaches I've been having" Luna frowned, "that doesn't seem like a possible side effect'' she responded looking troubled, "oh, must be unrelated" Hermione said quickly, not wanting to be diagnosed with another weird made-up malady or creature, but thankfully Luna dismissed this when Hermione trying to change the subject said, "do you want to head down to the quidditch match with me?" Luna gave an enthusiastic nod.

As they headed towards the pitch they passed the room of requirement, Luna ran a hand along the wall "remember Dumbledore's army?" she asked, wistfulness laced in her tone "yeah" Hermione replied sadly, but fondly.

They both stood there for a little while, lost in the memories from the past year, but their thoughts were interrupted by cruel laughter, they both turned quickly towards the sound (though Luna turned a bit more leisurely). It was Malfoy, he was in his Quidditch gear, broom in hand, he smirked at them. Hermione glared back at him. Luna, next to her just looked on, her signature dreamy smile on her face. Luna was the first to speak, "hello Dragon, it's a lovely day today, good weather for quidditch don't you think? "

Hermione turned to Luna surprised at how civil she was being. Malfoy let out a loud laugh, " a lovely day indeed, Loony" he agreed with a smirk. Malfoy directed a sneer Hermione's way, she glared back with just as much malice, they were caught in an intense staring contest until Luna jumped in saying, "oooh so that's who gave you the grey cloud, " They both turned to her; both with confused expressions on there face "so you guys are friends now?" Luna continued, but she said it like a statement; rather than a question. They both stared at her in shock, Malfoy looked more disgusted than shocked, but it was still a shocked expression all the same.

"Ugh, no wonder they call you Loony," Malfoy said with a smirk, shaking his head and brushing off the weird remark, then almost as an afterthought he added " hey Granger, I'll make sure to have Goyal aim a bludger at your Weasel boyfriend" he stalked off leaving a smiling Luna and a pissed Hermione in his wake. "Bloody prat" Hermione muttered as he left.

"He's quite charming don't you think?" Luna commented once Malfoy was out of sight, Hermione turned an incredulous look on her face "charming?" she scoffed, shaking her head, "he is anything but charming" Hermione, much to her annoyance, was starting to agree with Malfoy on the fact that Luna may indeed be looney. Luna just smiled and said, "you seem to like him just fine though". "Tolerate" Hermione corrected, "I tolerate him just fine" Luna shrugged "okay" she replied, she started to skip in the direction Malfoy went in.

Draco's POV.

When Draco had seen Granger and her weird looney friend in front of the room of requirement, he had momentarily panicked thinking they had figured something out, although once realizing they hadn't, and were instead just being their weird reminiscent selves, he'd left them. Continuing towards the quidditch pitch.

As much as he tried to deny it, he quite liked Granger, no, not that way! (see denial) He kept trying to convince, and remind himself that she was a Mudblood, that he just couldn't possibly be friends with her (or more than friends). But every time thoughts of her entered his head, he was reminded of her embrace from the night before, he'd never been held like that before; sure Pansy had hugged him, but she terrified him; she was also in love with him, so in other words, her grabbing and groping him was quite annoying. But Granger's arms, Merlin, having those around him felt good, sure she had hugged him because she'd pitied him, but for whatever the reason his body had reacted in a not unpleasant way.

that morning in the library had been awful, the moment he saw her he had wanted nothing more than for her to hold him again, but alas he was a Slytherin, a death eater, and a huge arsehole, so of course, what had happened the night before would never, ever happen again, that much he was sure of. besides he was still conflicted when it came to what he felt about Granger, on one hand, she was annoying, friends with the boy who should have died, and a know-it-all, but on the other hand, she was kind; and not just in general, she had been kind to him, of all people!

A familiar voice interrupted his thought process "hey Draco you ready for our game today?" it was Marcus Flint, he too; was in his quidditch gear, "yup I'm ready" Draco answered, "you better be" Marcus said menacingly, Draco responded with an exaggerated eye roll and a sneer "have I ever not been ready" he scoffed, but he made sure to walk quickly out of the dressing rooms before Flint could voice his disagreement.

The moment Draco flew onto the field he could hear the cheers, from Slytherin of course, and the ever-present booing from all the other houses. "Probably my last Quidditch match, soak it in" he muttered quietly under his breath to himself. He then forced a smile on his face and went to the middle of the pitch. The game was about to begin.

authors note:

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also question: what's the best ship? DRARRY, DRAPPLE, or DRAMIONE?