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Draco Malfoy was use to being the king of the hill. He walked the halls of Hogwarts with confidence. He always made sure to make his presence known. However, in recent months, he wanted nothing more then to disappear into the ground. He knew that his name only carried so much weight now. Now that his father had been dragged to Azkaban. After the stunt at the Ministry, it was clear to the wizarding world where the Malfoy's loyalties lie. Not that they didn't all suspect it already.

This was why, he was currently hiding out in a broom closet on the third floor. He wasn't actually sure how long he had been sitting on the floor of said closet. But he knew that the end of the year feast was going on and he wanted nothing to do with Harry sodding Potter and his band of Gryffindor misfits. Or all the looks he had been getting the past week now that everyone knew his family was very much on the side of Voldemort. What a fucking mess. He thought as he banged his head against the wall.

The door opened, much to his surprise. He looked up, squinting due to the time spent in the dark closest. "Sod off, Granger." Of course she was the one who would be standing there. Because the world just loves fucking him over at the moment.

"Malfoy?" Hermione Granger stood there with her hands on her hip and a confused look on her face.

He snored and rolled his eyes. "The one and only, Granger."

"What are you doing on the floor in a broom closest?"

He gave out a sigh. "Oh you know. Took a wrong turn." He started to pick at the nails on his right hand. He refused to make eye contact with Hermione bookworm Granger. He just wanted to get this conversation over with as quickly as possible.

"In life? Or..."

"God Granger. For the brightest witch of our age. You ask rather dumb questions." Hermione gave a sigh, he could tell she was trying to keep herself calm.

"At least I am not the one sitting on the floor in a dusty broom closet, Malfoy."

"Yes. Well the dust bunnies make good company." He smirked at the frustrated look that was creeping up her face. He knew he was getting under her skin and it was kinda making him feel better.

She didn't say anything for a few moments. He could see that she was having a debate with herself. He could practically hear the gears turing in her head.

"God Granger. Do you ever turn that brain of yours off?"

"Why aren't you at the feast Malfoy?"

"Why aren't you?" He watched a blush rush up her face. He scoffed. "Fuck Granger. It is the last night of school and you are on your way to the fucking library?"

She stomped her foot and crossed her arms. "I don't know why I even bothered opening this damn door!"

"Oh Granger. Dirty mouth!"

With that, Hermione slammed the door to the closet shut. Draco was surprised that she didn't put up more of a fight. He was clearly getting under her skin. He was frustrated that she didn't fight him more. He got up quickly and pulled the door open.

"Oi! Granger! I am not done with you!"

He could see that she was half way down the hallway. She stopped at the sound of her name and turned back around.

"What could you possibly what to talk about with me, Malfoy?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

He gave her a half smile, half smirk. "Aw, come on Granger. It is the first time we have gone any amount of time without throwing punches at each other. I thought we were growing as people!"

She scoffed. "You mean it is the first time we've gone without you calling me a Mudblood."

Silence filled the hallway. You could hear the wind whistling threw the windows. She could see the flash of guilt in his eyes. She wasn't sure why he was feeling guilty. And to be honest, she hadn't heard him call her one all year. His small cough pulled her out of her thoughts.

"You should get going. Wouldn't want anyone to miss you."

He turned on his heel and headed back down the hall towards the closet. She watched him pull out the door and disappear inside before slamming the door shut behind him. Hermione stood there for a full minute, stunned at Draco Malfoy's behavior. She finally walked back towards the closet and pulled open the door again to find him sitting on the floor with his head in his hands.

"Would it make you feel better to call me one?"

He looked up at her. "Normally, I would say yes. But no. It really wouldn't."

She nodded before moving into the small closet, shutting the door behind her. She sat down next to him. He looked, confused.

"Granger, what are you doing?"

She sighed before leaning against the wall of the closet.

"Sometimes, you need better company than dust bunnies."

They sat there in totally silence. Hermione studied the wall opposite her while Draco studied her. Why was she sitting in a broom closet with the boy who had spent the last 5 years making her life horrible. He will never understand Gryffindors.

"I am sorry." Her voice broke the silence.

"For what exactly?"

She sighed. "Your father. I mean, he had every right to go to Azkaban. But it mustn't be easy on you or your mother."

He stared at her What.The.Fuck? "Granger. If this is your way of cheering me up. You are doing a shitty job of it."

She let out a frustrated sigh. "Well Malfoy. I really don't know what to say!"

"Oi! Don't get your knickers in a twist! You followed me into this closet, not the other way around!"

Another silence fell between them. Hermione went back to studying the wall and Draco went back to studying her. He still doesn't understand why she is here or why she saying sorry.

"Tell me a funny story. Granger." He looked away from her and started at the wall.

"What?" She turned her head to look at him Did Draco Malfoy just ask her to tell him a story?

"A funny story. If you are gonna try and cheer me up, which I am assuming that is why you are here. Then tell me a funny story."

He didn't look back at her. But he knew she had a shocked look on her face.

"Um. Well. I might have allowed centaurs to kidnap Umbridge." She said very quietly and looked away from him. She had no idea why she thought this of all stories was funny. Well it was. But she wasn't sure if he would find it funny. Ugh great.

"What? Did you just say you allowed centaurs to kidnap Umbridge?" He held a small smile on his face but confusing in his eyes.


"You, Hermione Goody-two-shoes Granger, allowed a professor to get kidnapped by magical creatures?" He was now laughing.

"Yes! What is so funny?!"

He was now rolling with laughter. "I would hate to see what you would do to Trelawney!"

She looked shocked. "First off, Trelawney is well a respected...divination whatever. Umbridge was nothing more than a bitch."

Draco was trying hard to get his laughing under control. But the more Hermione explained what happened, the harder he laughed.

"I would have never pegged you to have Slytherin traits!"

"I do not!"

"Oh come on! If that isn't the most cunning thing I have ever heard!"

"I am going to regret telling you this story, aren't I?"

Draco nodded, while still laughing. "You were right. Dust bunnies make horrible company!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and nodded while hiding a small smile. She knew come tomorrow they would be back at each others throats. But for tonight, they could pretend to be civil to each other.

Author Note:

Sooooo. Yeah. Draco is a But! What can you do? lol

Thanks to all who have reviewed, favorited and followed this! You all make my heart swell ;)

Till Next Time!


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"Watch it, Granger!" He sneered at her, pushing pass on his way back to his compartment.

Hermione rolled her eyes before gathering up the books that fell to the floor. One step forward, a million steps back. Dust bunnies are looking good right about now.

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