We Sorta Kinda Just Happened (A Drarry Story)

Chapter 2

Malfoy sat next to Hermione Granger during breakfast the next morning in the Great Hall.

"Morning, Draco!" She said happily.

Draco absently nodded, but Hermione knew he was happy to see her.

So much had changed about everything, everyone, after the War.

First, all returning "eighth" years shared a common room and a table in the Great Hall.
Second, Malfoy, or Draco as she now knew him, was proving he could act like a decent person.
They weren't together all the time, like with Harry and Ron. But there wasn't a sense of animosity between them anymore.
Which Hermione welcomed with open arms.

She glanced sadly at her plate.

It was sad that so many good people had to pass on for all of the positive changes to occur.

Her thoughts wandered back to Harry and Ron. She still hadn't gotten a letter back. She usually got one the next morning. She wondered how the had reacted to her casual mention of Draco, if they had reacted at all.

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Draco's thoughts were wandering in the same direction. No, not letters. Weasely and Potter. Or, more specifically, just Potter.

Potter...Harry...Potter.

Draco could grudgingly admit to himself that while still feeling a slight fizzle of rivalry against the name, he mostly felt a sense of emptiness.
Most of Draco's memories of the "Golden Boy" weren't pleasant. That would be the understatement of his life.

But.

Without the annoying git, all that went on at Hogwarts was education.

And occasional spat.

Okay, daily spats.

With Gryffindors, first years, Hufflepuffs...

Anyone who ever had the mildest excuse to hate him.

And that would be quite a bit of people.

Which is slightly depressing to him.

And he still wanted the 'Saviour' to be back.

Purely to annoy him and have something to do, of course.

This is why you can't think of Potter, he berated himself, or anything war related. It doesn't make you feel any better.

He thought about both frequently. Which, he realized, was against his best interests.

But whenever he got bored, his mind just wandered off. First to Potter, then to the war, then to...

He realized Hermione was looking at him expectantly.

He figured she had said something. Isn't she always?

"Could you repeat that?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"I asked if you were listening. I'm going to take it as a no, then."

A bit of Draco's childish prat side showed.

"Thanks for that painfully unobvious and needed observation." He drawled sarcastically.

She huffed and resumed eating.

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Hermione noticed that Draco had been zoning out more and more frquently.