Hermione looked outside through the window near her bed. The sun was slowly setting and students were rushing inside, eager to start their dinner in the great hall.
Everything is okay. No one knows about my little incident. she thought, although she didn't know herself what is was.
Madame Pomfrey refused to tell her, so far. Was it an illness, or just stress levels going over the top? She had no idea. After an hour of pondering about the situation, she finally fell asleep.
The next morning, she was finally let out of the infirmacy, while everyone was asleep. She wen't back to her common room, trying to get some homework done before classes started. A few hours later she walked out of the Common Room after decidedly ignoring her prat of an ex-boyfriend, Ron.
He thought they were still together. Kissing her as if nothing happened.
And nothing did happen, he was a pervert and she was...was innocent? Even that wasn't true, she had wanted Ron as much as she did the day before.
Things change, and people move on.
That's exactly what she was going to do, move on. Ron was guilty, and she knew it, but it didn't mean anything. So, she'd just ignore him and pretend nothing happened, and hopefully one day they could go back to being best friends.
Walking down to breakfast, she was met by a crowd of voices. Nothing new about that, that happened all the time. She sat at the end of the Gryffindor table and munched on butter toast and tea. She breathed a sigh of relief and content.
Of course, it was ruined when a shadow fell over her plate. She turned slowly and tilted her head to get a better vision of the culprit who put her scrumptious food in the dark.
Draco Malfoy. Oh, and look, with a smile on his face. Rare, one would say.
'Malfoy?' she asked, realizing that he was just staring at her.
'Granger, I heard some interesting news, and I wished to share it with you,' he started, and without permission sat beside her, eliciting tons of gasps from her tables.
Even though Malfoy had turned to the good side, there were some people who didn't easily forgive and forget as others did. She couldn't help widening her eyes when his gaze fell upon her.
There was something there, an emotion radiating just below the surface.. and it frightened her. It was foreign, and so very not Malfoy.
'What is this news you heard?' she inquired softly.
'Well, that, I have to discuss with you in private, don't you think?' he said, getting to his feet and motioning out the door.
Silence descended in the Great Hall. Apparently everyone heard what Malfoy had said, because not even a pin dropping could be heard with all the blood pounding in her head.
Malfoy was asking to talk to her in...private? That was unpredictable, but then, looking up, he didn't look as evil as he had a year ago. Strange. He didn't look like he was ready to plummet her on the head with his broomstick and haul her to the Forbidden forest. A small smile graced her features at that ridiculous thought.
'Sure, Malfoy,' she glanced at her food and picked up more toast, to snack on the way to there 'private' destination.
He followed close behind her. And by close, she meant heat was actually emanating off of him and sending warm chills down her spine. Oh, please, don't let her hyperventilate.
If Malfoy knew that being with a boy that had thoughts other then the next S.P.E.W meeting sent her running with the hippogriffs, he would tell the whole school. Malfoy had changed, but not overly much. It was terrifying, but strangely she felt relaxed walking alongside Malfoy.
People stared, but that was only natural. Two war heroes walking along with not a care in the world. It was disturbing, seeing how during the past 5 years they were anything but sincere, or friendly, for that matter.
So they walked. Walked until they reached the courtyard that led down to Hagrids' 'hut.
Did he want to drown her in the water with the Mer people? Or did he want to drag her by the hair in to the Forbidden forest and demand that the Centaur send her away?
Lord, she was going to break down and laugh to death right there if she didn't get these obscene thoughts from her head.
'Why are you smiling for?' he murmured from beside her. She glanced and saw him staring at her with that same look on his face. It was indescribable, a swirl of color and light moved around in his bright eyes.
'No, just a joke I thought of,' she replied.
'Tell me,' he tugged on her arm and they moved for the steps that indeed led them to Hagrid's.
'Well, it's just that when you sat beside me people were staring. They were probably thinking that you were murdering me right now. I had this vision of you dragging me into the Forbidden forest and hitting me with your broomstick,' she laughed and they reached the bottom of the steps.
She turned to him. He wasn't laughing or smiling, he was intense looking then suddenly it was like a light went on.
'I wasn't going to haul you in there to hit you with my broom,' he smiled then. But it was evil and very-like Malfoy. Which calmed her down immediately, she thought something happened to him.
'I know, isn't that funny?' she smiled just reminiscing.
'No, but if you think that is funny, wait till you hear this. I was actually going to haul you in there to shag you senseless. Is that funny also?' he grinned, catching her hand and bringing her closer.
Of course then she had to faint.
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