Hermione sighed to herself as she thought about what had happened a few moments ago. She loved Ron, of course, but she wasn't... In love with him, like he was with her. She loved him like she loved Haryr; as a brother, or a bestfriend. She sighed as she slipped on a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt, witht he Gryffindor symboil on it. She slipped into her shoes and walked out of her room, quickly making her way out of the Common Room.

Draco lay back on his bed. He remembered the burning hatred he'd felt for Harry back in First form, all the horrible things he said then and since then. He wanted to be worthy of Hermione. He wanted to make things right with Harry. He wanted to bridge the Slytherin/Gryffindor devide. So he resolved to go make peace with Harry, now, before he changed his mind. He slipped out into the corridor

Hermione wandered around the corridors slowly, her chocolate eyes scanning around constantly for any signs of danger or anything out of place. She sighed and tucked some hair behind her ear, and cotiuned to walk around. She finished her rounds twenty minutes later, but she contiuned to walk around, thankful for the quiet.

Draco stood outside the Gryffindor common room, the Fat Lady staring him down. He'd been standing there roughly half an hour gathering the nerve to knock and talk to Harry. He sighed and leaned against the wall, his eyes closed and his heart thumping. He heard footsteps coming closer round the corner, and waited to see who was out at this time of night.

Hermione walked for what seemed like the thousandth time around the Gryffindor Common Room, this time spotting a familiar figure by the potrait. She walked the rest of the way around the corner, sighing quietly as she came closer to Draco. "What are you doing, Draco?"

"Hermione?" He choked. Of course it was her. "Oh, I um..." He had no idea what to say. "I was just.. gonna.. talk to Harry." He wished his voice didn't sound so guilty.

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "And why is that?"

He saw her posture. Of course she would assume he wanted to hurt Harry. That fact stung. 
"I wanted to apolagise to him. For hating him so long. I wanted..." He looked at the floor. "I wanted to be worthy of you." He said, still staring at his feet.

She raised an eyebrow, a small sigh escaping her lips. "Draco, apologizing to Harry isn't going to make you 'worthy' of me. It's wonderful that you want to apolgoize, but not so if it's just for me. And second, I didn't kiss you because I have a boyfriend, Draco. Not because you aren't worthy. Whatever you mean by that." She finished.

Draco felt rediculous. "It's not just for you. It's also for me; I want to stop being the me that everyone sees. I want to be the me that you see, because that's the real me." He paused. "But you're right. It's late. I'll just go back to bed." He shoved himself off the wall and walked away.

Hermione watched him walk away, rubbing at her face tiredly. She sank down the wall by the Gryffindor door, resting her forehead on her knees as she lost herself in thought.

Draco wandered aimlessly around the corridors. He felt empty. Eventually his wandering turned him in the direction of his dorm, and he lay on him bed and fell into sleep

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