A/N:
Warning. Draco is extremely OOC in the chap. I wanted to. So I
did.

Disclaimer: I didn’t write Harry Potter. I’m just using the characters. No money is being made, and I am NOT, I repeat NOT J.K. Rowling. No infringement is meant by this.

Sometimes
only a Kind word is needed.

Draco
rushed after Hermione as soon as he got out of the Great Hall. He
followed her into the Heads Common Room.

“Hermi…Granger.
What’s wrong?”

She
turned to look at him, tears flowing freely down both cheeks.

“Everything
Malfoy. Everything. Why is it nothing I do is good enough? I try
so hard each and every day, and still I screw it up.” Hermione half
sobbed, half ranted.

“Hermione,
I don’t know what you mean. What isn’t good enough? You are
beautiful, intelligent, kind, caring, and completely loyal. When did
that become not good enough?”

Hermione
looked up at him once again. “Y…You think I’m beautiful?”
Her face turned hard with anger. “Malfoy don’t joke at a time
like this. We said we would be civil remember?”

“Of
course I remember. You said we could be ONLY CIVIL! Never FRIENDS!
Do you know how much that hurt? How torn apart I felt?” Draco
screamed at her. He threw himself backwards onto the blank
uncomfortable couch.

“I
didn’t think it would matter Draco. I honestly didn’t think you
were serious when you said you wanted to try to be friends. In all
honesty, I thought it was a plot to get me to trust you, and then
humiliate me.”

“Hermione,
I would never…okay never is a strong word, but I’m serious right
now when I say this. I want to be your friend.”

She
looked at his face for implications of a lie, and surprisingly found
none.

“Okay
Draco. Let’s try this again” she said with a smile.

“Too
late for that now. I mean, honestly, I put myself out there, I took
a risk, and for what? You not believing me? Well I should say that
I think I am rather affronted at this offer. Does this mean we can
only be friends when you deem it possible?” he
responded.

Her
mouth widened to an overexaggerated “O”, and her eyes grew as
large as saucers.

“I
am sorry Draco, I didn’t mean to…”

She
never got to finish her sentence as she noticed the fact that Draco
was trembling. Not in the sense that he was cold, but due to the
fact that he was trying so hard to rein in his laughter.

“Oh
you! That is not funny Malfoy!” she shrieked.

“Oh…….yes………it……..is”
he choked out between the laughs. “You actually……..thought……….I
was……..serious!”

“Hmmphh”
she replied stomping her foot. “Well if this is the way you are
going to act…”

“I’m
sorry. I’ll stop. I promise”

“Fine
Draco. Now, let’s get down to business. I want this room to be as
cozy as possible. I like the color grey, and I love pale green.
What do you think of those colors?”

“I
think that someone has a little Slytherin in her” he responded.

“I
do not! Grey is not the same as silver. And it is a pale
green. Not that horrid bottle green your house favors.”

‘No
Slytherin in her huh? That will soon change…”

“Well…?
Waiting here Oh Captain?”

“That’s
Master to you, and yes the colors are fine. Can the couches be
black?” he responded cheekily.

“Of
course Master” she responded mockingly. “Mione be happy
make couches black.”

“Your
house-elf sucks. Stick to English” he said laughing at her
horrible impersonation.

“Yeah
well……let’s just arrange the room.”

So
they did, and about 20 minutes later the room was looking much homier
than before. Pale green walls, with a grey carpet and black molding.
The fireplace mantle was black, as were the couches and the coffee
tables. Pale green and grey pillows sat upon the couches contrasting
sharply with their background. They sat their surveying their work.
Suddenly, Draco flicked his wand at the fire happily crackling in the
hearth. It changed from its traditional red, orange, and yellow
combination, to a very pale silver color, which after a few seconds
turned a silvery green.

“How
did you….?”

“Magic
Hermione.”

“Haha.
No, seriously. How?”

“Well,
I knew a spell to change the color of an object, so I adjusted the
charm accordingly and now we have a color coordinated fire place.”
Draco replied.

“Why
the silver though?” she questioned, looking at the fireplace switch
the colors.

“Look
at our rug. It’s got some silver threading weaved in.”

It
was true. She looked down at the floor. It looked as though it were
a lake glittering with moonlight. In a word, it was breathtaking to
behold with the firelight glinting off the silver strands.

“Oh
Draco. It’s perfect.” She practically breathed the words, her
voice was so soft.

“Yes,
well. It comes with the territory. I’m perfect, therefore
anything I make will be perfect.”

“Kind
of like the enlargement potion you made in Snape’s class last
year?” she asked chuckling.

“Hey!
Zabini’s hand grew back to the normal size after an hour or so!”

“Yes
Draco, but the fact is that it had to GROW not SHRINK to its normal
size. We were making an enlargement potion, not a miniaturizing
potion.”

She
dissolved into a fit of giggles very unlike her, at the memory of
that Potions lesson.

Her
faced turned almost totally red from the force of her laughter and
her eyes started tearing. She had never looked more beautiful in
Draco’s opinion.

“Hermione.
I meant what I said before…about you being beautiful. You are.
Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Okay?”

She
looked up at him, her facial expression clearly showing shock at his
words.

“Draco………………it’s
nice of you to say and all, but I’m really not…”

She
was interrupted by a finger pushed against her lips.

“Hermione,
don’t.” And with these words, he moved his finger away and
leaned down. Brushing her lips in the briefest way possible, he
stood up and walked to the door entitled Head Boy, leaving her
completely dumbfounded.

All
of a sudden a loud banging at the door that was located next to the
statue of Branwyn.

“HERMIONE!”

A/N:
Okay. Another chapter done. And its pure shit. I mean honestly, I
suck. A lot. But still had to write it. It’s not very long, but
then again most of my chaps aren’t. I hope you will review. I
love them. A lot. And I hope you will read my other stories,
“Double Vision,