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Scars	By : LadyFreak Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17581 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor to I make any money from this story. These characters are JKR's, I just play with them.

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Draco watched Hermione from across the hall. The female Weasley was chatting about something and Hermione was listening… for the first minute. He watched as her eyes started to glaze over, taking on a pained look. But she still smiled. When she finally interrupted her friend, Hermione headed out the hall. She looked to be hurrying and he could tell something was wrong. How can you tell? You don’t know her? No, but he did know how to read people…

He followed her out of the hall and watched her run up to Moaning Myrtles bathroom. He hadn’t visited the gloomy ghost for far too long. She let him cry and talked to him when he had been assigned the tasks in his 6^th year. She was kind. A friend.

Why was she running? He tried to follow her into the bathroom, but she had put up a locking charm. He put his ear to the door and could only hear buzzing. Silencing charm too… damn! What was wrong?

Moaning Myrtle came floating by “oh, Hello Draco” she said batting her lashes. “You haven’t been by in so long” she pouted

“I’m so sorry Myrtle, you know how crazy it has been these past couple of years. But I’m back this year and will be by to talk. Promise.” He smiled a genuine smile at her and he could have sworn he saw her blush.

“Why are you in the hall?“

“My friend is inside and has put up a locking and silencing spell. I got worried for her.”

“Would you like me to check on her for you?” Draco nodded. Myrtle stuck her head through the door and pulled out moments later- now paler. “Oh dear.”

“Is she ok? What’s wrong? What do you mean ‘oh dear’? Myrtle?”

“She’s having a hard time Draco, like you have in the past. I don’t know what her problem is.” she replied glumly. “I tried to get her attention but it was no use. Sorry Draco. Come and see me again” and she floated away.

“Oh crap… now what? Okay I can’t hear her, but maybe she can hear me.” He began banging on the door “Hermione! Hermione! Granger! Open this door!” silence.

He tried again “Granger! Hermione! Are you okay? Open this door!”

He heard the door unlock and was looking at the shocked face of Hermione “What the…?” she said

“Are you okay? I saw you run down this way and then put the charms up. Myrtle said you were having a rough time. Are you alright?”

“I’m okay, thank you” and she turned to leave, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

“Really, that’s all you’re going to give me?”

“What do you want from me Malfoy?” she snapped. “I don’t know you. I can’t be your friend over night! I know you said you’ve changed and are continuing to change, but I can’t just let you in suddenly as if we’ve been friends forever. Why can’t you understand that? Back off.”

He let out a heavy sigh as he tried to bite down on a scathing retort. “Yes I understand that." he said through gritted teeth. Then more calmly added, "It just looked like you needed a friend is all.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it I do, but you have to understand the awkwardness of this” Hermione said as she crossed her arms. “I’m here alone and the only person who is showing any interest in me as a friend is my former enemy.”Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her fidgeting. She was tugging at her sleeves making sure her arms were covered.

“Alright. Let’s get going to class. Can’t have the Head Boy and Girl be late on the first day, now can we? Please? Can we?” he said in an all too sweet pleading voice, trying to calm her nerves. She looked at him through narrowed eyes, but couldn’t help smiling.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the mudblood and the blood traitor.” They heard a voice sneer behind them. Hermione’s smile slipped immediately. She turned to the voice, wand in hand.

“Oh Granger! Duels in the corridors?” Nott replied and then clicked his tongue at her.

“Head Girl leniency you know? Oh and I’m sure me being part of the Golden Trio won’t hurt either.” She sneered. Sparks flew dangerously from the end of her wand and Nott paled slightly.

Everyone knew of her role in the war, knew of what she had been through and done. Besides just knowing, they had seen her at the battle.

“Draco?”

“Nott. Can I help you?”

“Call off the mudblood.”

“Don’t think I can do that. She is of her own mind you know. First- she is the Head Girl and deserves respect. Second- don’t use that word to her EVER AGAIN. Last… I think not. I’d rather like to see her kick your arse. I may even turn a blind eye…” he trailed off as Nott paled further.

Hermione spoke up again. “Oh my my. You don’t look so well Mr. Nott. Maybe you should see Madam Pomfrey before you end up with Skelegrow on your menu.”

Nott turned around with a sneer on his face and a hiss from his throat. “You’ll be sorry”

The two heads just walked away and Draco barely heard Hermione’s replied whisper, “Already am.”
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