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***(Hermione's POV in 3rd person)***
Hermione stared at the ceiling in the infirmary, listening to Draco's even, soft breathing next to her. She couldn't sleep.
'I don't hate Draco anymore', she thought, overly surprised at it all.
She didn't know how she felt about Draco anymore. She definitely didn't dislike him, no matter how rude he was to her in the past. People always deserve second chances. But Hermione didn't exactly care too much about him. Or did she? Hermione didn't know.
She turned over, facing her husband. His face was relaxed, and his features weren't stiff, like when he was awake.
His face was suddenly alert. Draco opened his eyes, and caught sight of Hermione staring at him.
"You should get some sleep." He whispered, looking at Hermione with a soft expression on his face.
Hermione nodded, then closed her eyes, drifting off into sleep.
The next morning:
Hermione yawned, and stretched in bed. She had a feeling that something was going to happen.
"Good Morning." Hermione heard a voice beside her. Draco.
"Morning." Hermione mumbled, getting out of her bed. She took hold of her pillows, fluffing them gently.
"I was thinking last night," Draco's voice interrupted Hermione's bed-making. "That I should probably apologize for being horrible to you all these years."
Hermione stopped moving, and turned towards Draco, who was sitting up in his bed. She had been waiting for this apology for years now.
"...But, then I realized that I wasn't going to do that." Draco continued speaking. Hermione groaned. Of course. She was so silly for thinking that Draco could ever change. "I do know now, after 'interacting' with you, that you're not as bad as I thought you were. So I think that we should start over." Hermione was slightly confused. How could you just 'start over?'
"What?" Hermione asked.
"What I mean by that is, just start over with a brand new page. So let me start now." He motioned for Hermione to come closer to his bed. She obliged, moving to his bedside. He then held out his hand. "I'm Draco Malfoy. And you are?"
Hermione grinned. She took his hand, and shook it. "Hermione Gra...Malfoy."
"Hermione Gramalfoy? Weird name, that's for sure." Draco said, with a genuine smile on his face. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I mean... Hermione Malfoy." Hermione said.
"How could one mess up their own name?" Draco pondered jokingly.
"Oh, shut up." Hermione rolled her eyes, but smiled while doing so.
"Yeah, yeah." Draco grinned.
The doors banged open. Blaise was running into the infirmary.
"Did I disturb something?" He asked.
Hermione and Draco just stared at him in disbelief.
"So...how's Ron?" Hermione asked. Draco looked highly confused.
"What?" He asked, frowning.
"Nothing." Blaise said, paling slightly.
"Really? Because I see a mop of red hair waiting outside the door. Come in, Ron." Hermione said, with one eyebrow raised.
Ron crept in, a sheepish grin on his face.
"Why didn't you tell me, Ron?" Hermione asked, raising her voice.
"I uh...forgot?" Ron said, shrugging his shoulders.
"What is this about, may I ask, Weasel?" Draco interjected.
"Why don't you tell him, Blaise?" Hermione asked, starting to get angry.
"Well...you see...Ron and I..." Blaise began to speak.
"Are you friends? Because if that's all..." Draco said, trying to clarify.
"Uh..." Blaise started to speak again.
"Damn it, Blaise! Just tell me!" Draco shouted.
Madame Pomfrey stuck her head into the area. "SHH!!!" She whisper-screamed. And just as fast as she came, she left. Draco's attention turned back to Blaise.
"Ron and I...l-l-like...y-you know..." Blaise stuttered.
"YOU AND THE WEASEL ARE DATING?!" Draco's eyes bulged out of his head.
"Uh...yes?" Blaise said.
"What...how...when...what?" Draco said, furrowing his eyebrows.
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