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A/N: AAAAAAAH I’m done finally!!!!!! Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry for the long wait…went on vacation for spring break and didn’t have a lot of time to write but TA DA here it is!!! One thing…I’m not positive whether or not Lucius was taken to Azkaban in the fifth book…I don’t have a copy with me, and I haven’t read it in a while, so just work with me here…=D. I also don’t know how to spell Owlrey…oh well, I tried! Haha!


That New Girl
~Chapter 10: Hermione’s Idea of Thanks~



Hermione walked slowly up to the Owlrey, holding the rolled up piece of parchment in her palm, subtly hiding it behind her fingers whenever someone passed.

It had been 4 days since she’d been release from the Hospital wing, about three weeks since the fall. Hermione’s whole body still ached a little, but Madam Pomfrey had done a rather sufficient job of patching her up.

And as for Blaise…

From what Hermione had heard, he had tried to blame someone else…but was given a dose of Veritaserum, and managed to confess the entire thing. Hermione didn’t know the details, but she did know that he had been expelled from Hogwarts and taken away somewhere. Some people thought he might be in Azkaban now, but Hermione doubted it. He was probably in some kind of juvenile hall for wizards or something.

Blaise had also, non-willingly, of course, told about Lucius, it seemed, because the older man had been questioned by authorities as well and taken to Azkaban. She didn’t know how Draco felt about that, but something told her she might find out soon…perhaps later that night….


* * *



D.

Meet me in the North astronomy tower at 10:00 tonight. Don’t worry about breaking curfew, I’ve settled everything.

H.


Draco furrowed his brow. The letter was obviously from Hermione…what did she want now?

He sighed and tucked the letter away, looking at his watch…8:45. He still had some time, if he was going to go.

He didn’t wish to talk about his father, if that was what she wanted. Having him in jail was such a disgrace. People had been eyeing him unpleasantly ever since Blaise had been taken away…Lord knows how the word had leaked out about Lucius.

He didn’t wish to talk about…anything, really, with Hermione. He had been avoiding her for the last 4 days, simply because he was embarrassed about saving her. He shouldn’t of done it…his fellow Slytherins now hated him for it. A Mudblood Malfoy…? Should’ve let her fall….What were you thinking…? Are you snogging the bookworm, Draco…? And they call you a Pureblood….

Pansy, actually, had asked the snogging question. She’d dumped him promptly, thank God for that. Draco didn’t know how much longer he could’ve taken her and her ugly pug face.

I might as well go…and if she wants to make fun of me about my father, I’ll just call her a Mudblood and be done with it. Yes…that’s what I’ll do.

Draco had a feeling she wouldn’t make fun of him, but hell, if he ever got another chance to regain his Slytherin prince-y-ness, well then by all means, he was going to take it. If I don’t soon, I might as well have Voldemort carve a scar on my forehead and call me Potter. Draco shuttered at his own thought.

Yes…he would go. What was the worst that could happen?


* * *



Hermione had been waiting in the astronomy tower for about ten minutes now, and he still wasn’t there. She hoped to Merlin he would show.

She wanted to thank him more than anything. Ever since she’d been told that he had been the one to save her, she’d been trying to catch him in the halls or stop him after class, or at least catch his glance, but he seemed to be avoiding her some strange reason unknown to Hermione.

And if he didn’t show tonight, well…she was just going to give up. She’d made the invitation clear enough, and if he didn’t want to hear what she had to say, then so be it.

10:20.

Ever since she’d fallen, Harry, Ron, and Danielle had been acting strange towards her as well, though not so much in a bad way. They’d been talking to her a lot, and weren’t leaving her out of much anymore. She felt like their friend again, although she could do without the blonde skank following them around.

She was happy to be around them again, yes…but she did have to admit that it make her a tad bit angry. As much as she hated to admit it, it seemed like the new trio was only hanging around her because they felt bad that she fell. She felt somewhat like a fourth wheel, if that made any sense.

10:30.

Damn him!

Hermione made towards the door. How dare he? All I want to do was apologize, for Christmas’ sake! Doesn’t he even realize-

Hermione’s thoughts were cut short by the wooden astronomy tower door slamming straight into her face.

“OW!” she screeched.

Hermione turned around rapidly, cradling her nose in her hands, while Draco entered the tower, confused.

“What the-OH! Oops…sorry, Hermione…”

After realizing what happened, Draco turned Hermione around to face him. There was blood in her hands.

Damn it! I am such a bloody klutz…

Despite the pain that she was probably going through, Draco herd Hermione laugh. This made Draco smile as he pulled out his wand to clean her up.

Scourgify,” he said, making the blood disappear. Hermione lowered her hand from her face, still laughing. Draco smiled even wider and let out a low chuckle.

“Sorry,” he told her again, “I didn’t know that you were-”

“I know,” she said through her slowly subsiding giggles, “I know, it’s alright…”

“Are you okay?” he asked, worried that he might of broken her nose. Merlin, I am so stupid…

“Yeah…yes, I’m fine, don’t worry. I actually, well…” she paused and looked down at her feet. “I actually came up here to thank you. For saving me. I mean…”

Draco sighed, and moved over to the tower wall, placing his hands on it, while Hermione followed slowly, still thanking him.

“I know you didn’t have to. It was a really sweet thing to do…and…I heard you got all that glass in your eyes. I’m so, so sorry…”

Draco winced at the thought.

“That must of hurt…really bad,” Hermione told him, making a face.

“Yeah…it did…really bad,” he said back, smiling slightly.

Hermione smiled sadly. She lifted a hand up to Draco’s face and pulled it down so that he was looking at her.

“Let me see,” she told him. She looked straight into his gray eyes, searching for any signs of injury. And even after she found none, she purposely held his gaze. She’d never seen any eyes like his before…they were so cold, but they made her feel so warm.

She lowered her hand, reluctantly, Draco noticed.

“Well…Madam Pomfrey must’ve fixed you up good,” she said, still looking at him. “I don’t see anything.”

“Oh, God, it was horrible…” he told her, making a groaning noise. Hermione laughed once more. “The stupid wench kept a bloody rag over my eyes for an entire week! I couldn’t see a damn thing…”

He paused for a moment, and looked back up at the sky.

“But I do seem to recall hearing a certain scarhead, weasel, and blonde skank whore coming to visit you every day.”

Draco glanced over at Hermione after saying this and realized that her smile and turned a happy one to a sad, almost non-existant one.

“What’s going on with you and them anyway?” Draco asked her brow furrowed.

“I think…” Hermione’s smile was completely gone now. “I think they feel bad for me, honestly.”

“So why do you play along, then?”

“Because what else am I supposed to do?” she asked him, looking his way once more. “Tell them off and go on sitting in classes by myself? And eating every meal of the day by myself? No more adventures with Harry for me, I guess! No more walks with them around the grounds, or snowball fights in the winter! No more Ron copying off my essays, or Ginny trying to tame my hair! No more-”

Draco put his hand to Hermione’s mouth.

Hermione sighed. “Sorry,” she told him, calming down. “It’s just…oh, it’s all because of that stupid blonde-”

“Bitch?”

“Yes!” she told him, happy that at least Draco understood that Danielle was the source of all things evil.

“I know,” he told her. “I mean, I thought that Potter had sunk pretty low by hanging around with you, but now that she’s come along…”

Hermione felt the need to punch him in the arm with that wise crack.

“Ow!”

“Shut up,” she told him, laughing. He rubbed his arm, although she hadn’t hit him that hard.

They stood in silence for a while, but it wasn’t akward. They just stood next to each other, looking into the sky, thinking to themselves, until Hermione finally remembered what she had wanted to talk to him about.

“Hey Draco?”

“Hm?”

“I’m…I’m sorry about your father.”

Draco had known that this was coming.

But, wait, she was sorry?

“Huh? What are you…why are you sorry?

“Well…I just…oh, I don’t know.”

“But he made Blaise push you out of that bloody window!”

Hermione stood there, looking up at him, not knowing what to say. The last thing she wanted right now was to fight with Draco, the only person who she seemed to relate to lately.

“He’s a bloody bastard is what he is. And you want to know what I think? I think he deserves every bloody second that he spends in that cell in Azkaban. Every bloody-”

“You really hate him, don’t you?” Hermione interrupted.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well then why have you acted so much like him for the past five years?”

“Because that’s what Malfoys are, Granger.”

“But…you just said-”

“I know what I said, Hermione, but believe you me, I’m different from my father, I’ll guarantee you that.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked him. Sour looks had grown on both of them, and their faces were only inches away. “And how is that, Draco?”

“Because,” he shouted, “I’ve done some pretty stupid things, Hermione, but I have never, and will never, stoop so low as pushing someone, especially a girl, out of a bloody four-story window! And you know what’s so pathetic about my father?” he asked her. Without waiting for a reply, he answered his own question. “He’s bloody terrified of thinking for himself. Sure, he acts real tough, but the truth is, his whole life basically revolves around taking orders from that freakish, albino, sorry excuse for a human being, rather than making his own decisions and living his own bloody life. And I’ll be damned if I ever turn out as pathetic as that.”

They looked deeply into each other’s eyes for the second time that night, both breathing heavily. Hermione only had one question left in her mind.

“So you aren’t planning on becoming a Death Eater?”

Draco didn’t have to think twice.

“I’d rather kill myself.”

Hermione held their gaze.

“Good.”

And for the first time he could ever remember in his life, Draco was completely unprepared for what happened next, as Hermione snaked her hand around his neck and brought her lips to his.






A/N: AAAH yay!!! They finally kissed hoorah hoorah! This chapter took a lot of thinking…I wasn’t originally planning on making them kiss yet, but then I decided to make them, and I couldn’t figure out how so it took me FOREVER to write the last couple of lines, so I hope they were to your liking!!!!! I know they were to mine ^_^. Haha. Well anyway…next chapter: Hermione and Draco are sneaking all over the castle finding good places to snog, and seem to be succeeding, when, well, a certain blonde-haired bitch I know you all love makes an unwanted appearance. Uh-oh! >_< Haha…REVIEW!!! =D

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