A/N: I am REALLY sorry I updated late, I have so much on my plate right now. I will try to get it done faster, but no promises on how fast. Please review, It keeps us writers motivated. ;)
It had been a week since Harry, Neville and Ron had left, and people were starting to get anxious. People thought that he would get killed, for nothing. Everyone had pretty much decided that they were off on some silly charade. She reached down to touch her necklace, which had been quiet since the message saying that they met up with Neville. But she knew that they weren't dead. Voldemort would have made it very obvious if he were dead, even if it was something stupid, like a rockfall, the whole world would know.
For the thousandth time that day she thanked herself for studying so much in previous years. Now, she could float through the classes easily, and pass. That gave more time for her thoughts to go elsewhere
She had always resented the way that Harry and Ron behaved during class, but now that they had left, she actually found herself quite board, because she had nothing to grumble at. Strange how that worked out.
Magical History class again. This was the class that Harry and Ron always played tic tac toe in. She had always thought that that was a very stupid game, but, anything was better than History for them. Ugg. She really missed them. For the millionth time that day, she almost sent a message, but she wasn't sure what to even send, and she wasn't sure what was going on. She didn't want to risk getting them in trouble somehow just for something silly.
Harry and Ron had gone missing about a week ago and the whole school was in a fuss. Except for one person. If what people say about them going off on a wild adventure is true, Hermione should be storming around day and night about how irresponsible and stupid Harry was being, But she just sat around, looking worried and board, but not mad. He figured she knew more than she was telling. Maybe he could talk to her about it today in the head room. Something like lost friends might bring them closer. The fact that he knew all this kinda scared him. He hoped he wasn't turning into some weird stalker.
School dragged on, just like usual. And it was really easy, as usual. The problem was, what he learned in one class, the other kids took days to learn HE would never understand what made people so stupid. It was NOT that hard. He ended up working on his homework in his classes, something he had been too scared to do before. He hated be called out in class. Which is exactly what happened in Transfiguration. That will show him.
Finally, he got to the head room and sat in his chair to wait for Hermione. He knew that Harry, Ron and Neville leaving was still a sensitive spot for her, but he figured that it was time to talk to her about it. Avoiding it was becoming difficult.
Hermione got there, just on time as usual. She sat in her chair silently and pulled out a book. He was really glad today was Friday, hardly any students came on Fridays. That would make this easier.
"Hi" was all he ended up saying. It was weird how nervous he felt around her. And extremely inconvenient.
"Hey" Wow, great start.
"How're you holding up?"
She looked up at that. "what do you mean?"
"Well, I just figured with your friends missing and all, you would be freaking out a bit."
She looked up at him with a weird expression on her face, "Right...yeah, I'm freaking out." With that, she turned back to her book.
He decided to try again, "Do you need to talk about it?"
"Maybe I do, but not with you. You of all people will be trying to find him now, I'm not stupid."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, you and your family are just itching to find the runaway Harry Potter and bring him to your lord."
"Even if that were true, how would talking about it help me find them? Besides, I thought we had a talk just a few weeks ago about not judging a book by its cover."
"I'm not judging you by your 'cover'. I'm judging you by your family, history, past experience, and your history with Harry."
"Fair enough. Do I get a chance to prove you wrong?" Please say yes. Please, please, please.
"Maybe" Then she turned back to her homework.
Hmm. Not sure what he should do with that. He decided to just keep talking, but not about her friends. "Ok. I'll start now. Will you tell me about yourself. Like, tell me about your family?'
She turned to look at him. I seemed that his question had surprised her. "You want to know about my family? The muggles?"
"Yeah. As far as muggles go, they can't be that bad, or you wouldn't be so smart."
"Right...I'm gonna pretend that wasn't super offensive. Umm, my parents are both dentists, that means that they fix peoples teeth, it's awful hard without magic. They're really nice, and awfully clever...uh, what else do you want to know?"
"Um, I don't really know. I kinda just needed something to talk about."
"Ok, my turn. Tell me about your parents, when they aren't doing the mass murderer things"
"My parents are not mass mur-"
"They have probably killed a lot of people, making them mass murderers. Besides, you started it with the muggle quip"
"FIne. Well, my dad is a very distinguished member of the ministry of magic, well, was. After he got,,,arrested for that thing at the ministry he kinda lost everything. It was kinda sad. My mum seems pretty cold, I'm not sure if you've met her, but she is so sweet to her family, its a shame people think she's so mean. She's gone through a lot for me during this war." While he was talking about his family, he hadn't noticed the note of sadness that had crept into his voice. He looked up at Hermione, and she was staring at him, almost looking sad for him, was he really that transparent? For some reason, this made him mad."What are you looking at?! Shouldn't you be glad that my death eater family lost everything, now we can't hurt you and your friends!" With that, he bent over his book, so he didn't have to see what she thought.
"Maybe I should. But I don't. I guess, I never really realized that it isn't just our families pulled apart by this. This war really affected you too. I'm sorry, Draco. I mean it" He looked up at her again, shocked. He had never expected her to understand. She probably had thought he would end up just like his dad. Which, wasn't really that far off. He had thought that before he really saw what monsters like the dark lord did to you, and everyone you cared about.
He didn't know what to say to this. He sat there staring at her for a moment, wondering what in the world just happened. Then he found his voice. "Um, thanks, I think. Does this mean I did well on the proving you wrong thing?"
She looked up at him, and actually smiled. "Maybe" All she said, again. She bent over her paper, added one last touch and then began to put her stuff away.
He checked the time, and was surprised to see that it was already time for them to go. He hurriedly packed up his things. After he stood up, he noticed Hermione staring at him, he looked at her for a minute, unsure what to do. Just as he was about to leave, she stepped forward, and hugged him. For a moment, he was too shocked to hug back, but he did. When she let go, she looked at him, and left, without saying anything else.
For a while, he just stood their, thinking. It was weird how much this shocked him. Due to his veela powers, it had never been especially hard for him to get girls, but she had always hated him. He knew, that for whatever reason, his powers didn't work on her. So why did his little story affect her so much? It would seem, that for the first time ever, a girl actually liked him? No powers, no nothing. Just him. With that on him mind, he practically flew back to his dorm.
A/N: I would like to apologize again for the wait, hopefully, the updates will be much sooner from here on out. I tried to make this chapter longer to make up for it, hope that helps. By the way, about Draco and Hermione's parents, I would have liked to do more, but there isn't a lot of info on them, so sorry for anything lacking in that area. And again, review, review, review. Thanks for reading! :)