Hermione took a deep breathe and opened her eyes. He still sat there in front of her. She wished that he had disappeared. Unfortunately he was still there.
“Don’t you think that this common room’s the most amazing room in the entire castle?” Draco asked and looked at Hermione who looked away.
“Well, yeah, it is. Not that I’ve been in any other common rooms then the Gryffindor Tower, but I admit: this is an extraordinary dormitory,” Hermione said.
Draco eyed her. She was beautiful today. Her wild brown hair was up in a loose bun and she worn some make up. Her honey-brown eyes had a look of miserably torture, it suited her very well, Draco thought and smiled.
“You’re right. We shouldn’t judge the Hufflepuff and the Ravenclaw common rooms,” he said and Hermione turned her head to him and looked straight into his light-blue eyes.
“No, we shouldn’t. But I have to say that I really love this common room. It’s filled with books. I’ve got everything here that I need: books, a bed and a fireplace,” Hermione sighed and smiled.
“Didn’t you forget food and a bathroom?” Draco smiled. “You girls can’t live without mirrors.”
Hermione looked at Draco. Was he druged or something or just trying to...nice? That had never happened before. Draco and her had never gotten along and now suddenly he tried to co-operate with her. Not that Hermione object, not at all.
“I can easily live without a mirror. But I can’t live without a good friend,” she said and Draco looked very surprised.
“You sound just like Potter,” he said.
“Do I really? But it’s true. You can’t live without true friends. I would die if Harry and Ron disappeared,” she said miserably.
Draco smiled. He couldn’t really understand the meaning with true friendship. But he wouldn’t survive long if he and Blaise had a big fight. Blaise had become his best friend during the summer break. The two of them were almost inseparable. Draco wouldn’t trade that friendship against anything.
“I see,” he said. “Oh shit, I’m sounding like a therapist or something.”
Hermione smiled and giggled.
“That’s funny,” she said and Draco started to smile at her.
“Well, you know. I actually got a really good sense of humour deep down inside me,” he said and Hermione smiled more.
“You’re funny when you want to be,” she smiled and rose from her seat in the couch, Draco smiled back at her.
“I know,” he blinked and Hermione blushed as she looked at him. “I…I have to go and get something in my room.”
Draco nodded and Hermione looked down at the floor and walked fast paced to her room. Draco shot long looks after her. He took a deep breath and swallowed. This was very, very difficult. It was hard to talk to her. That was what all his sixth year had been about; trying to talk to Hermione. But all he had managed to say to her was cruel insults but now…now it was much easier. They had even shared a joke. But Draco knew that it was going to be more to do before he was brave enough to tell her how he really felt. If he ever was going to do that.
Hermione came back with a book in her hand. Not very surpring to Draco who'd seen her dcarrying around books for no purpose, why bother yourself with carrying around a book that you'll never read, he stated and looked at her.
“I have to study,” she excused herself.
“It’s okay. Me too, but I can’t get it at all,” Draco lied. Hermione looked at him and opened her books on the table in the middle of them and read loud:
“’According to the old Wizarding World the muggles were small brained creatures that wasn’t related with the magical people at all but was a spiece of them own… That sounds like something that you would say,” Hermione glared at Draco who bit his lips.
“I don’t have those opinions about things anymore, I have grown,” Draco said and looked at her. “I just can’t share my father’s opinions in that subject. They disgust me.”
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
“Really, what makes you feel disgusted? His opinion about muggle-borns? I recon that yours are even worse,” Hermione said.
Draco stared at her. She was blushing and her eyes storming with anger. He started to smile; she could be so judging sometimes. Too judging.
“Yes, they disgust me. I can’t understand how you can despise other people that share the same magical talent as yourself even though they don’t share the same sort of blood.”
Hermione looked at Draco. He had changed a lot over the summer; his opinions about muggle-borns. Then his opinions about her must have changed.
No Hermione! Don’t try to convince yourself of that, don’t try to make a hen out of a feather. He can’t like you. You’ve been enemies since…since the first time we lay eyes on each other, Hermione thought and looked down at the book.
“So the essay’s about why serten wizards and witches has got the opinion about muggle-born, and how that can have caused the present Wizarding world,” Hermione said and read on in the book.
Draco nodded. He knew already what he was going to write.
“Then it’s not very hard for you to get an O on it,” Hermione sneered.
“Hey, where’s the friendly voice you used three minutes ago? I haven’t said that I hate muggles, have I?” Draco asked innocent and added quickly: “Not this year anyway.”
Hermione glanced up at him. He was looking at her. She looked down quickly to hide a blush that was starting down her neck and working its way up to her cheeks and turned them redder than any Weasley's hair.
“Well, I didn’t…I didn’t mean to…” Hermione said but stopped. She had no clue what she was going to say to him. She was just talking a lot of nonsense for the moment.
“It’s okay, no offence taken,” Draco said and looked Hermione in the eyes.
“I really…I really think I should be going to bed now,” she said. Draco looked up at her and nodded.
“Sure, I’ll be…I’ll be around,” he answered and he saw Hermione leave the common room.
Hermione swallowed hard and closed the door behind her. She closed her eyes and switched clothes from her uniform to her pyjama.
She lay down on her bed and looked out from the window opposite to her bed. It was a clear night; the stars were shining bright and the moon was almost full. Hermione stood up again. She wasn’t tired.
She took her book and walked towards the window. She sat down in it and started to look out it. She didn’t need to lit a candle, the moon gave all the light that she needed.
“’And she looked into his light-blue eyes. They smiled at her…’,” Hermione read loud and closed her own eyes to see Draco’s in her head.
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