Scars: A Dramione Veela Story

Chapter 14

Hermione's pov.

It's so strange that Malfoy helped me. No saved me from Ron. God knows what Ron would have done if Malfoy hadn't come. Then Harry used sectumsempra on him. I feel like it's my fault he was in pain. Maybe Malfoy and I could be friends after all.

Our common room is something else. I love my room, with its gold walls and red bed sheets. I have my own bathroom as well.

The next day~~

I wake with a glorious sunrise and check the time. 6:32 almost a whole half hour to get ready before breakfast. I throw my curtains wide and pull my hair up into a lose bun. I put on a new white blouse, tie my Gryffindor tie and throw on a grey sweater. I slip on a modest knee length skirt and grab socks out of the drawer. I put away the rest of my clothes out of my trunk and strut to the bathroom. I grab a brush and my wand and manage to get nice looking waves in my hair. I quickly brush my teeth. (remembering to brush twice a day is a habit you pick up from having dentists as parents) leaving the bathroom I grab my book bag and close my door.

I find a smile creep onto my face as I see Malfoy on one of our couches reading. He was the second best in our year. I was surprised he cared about school work actually. But it's nice to know I share the common room who shares my book obsession.

"Morning Malfoy," I say cheerfully walking past him toward the portrait hole. I look back at him to find him staring at me.

"I never actually thanked you for saving me last night," I say a little sheepishly.

"Your welcome." He says looking back down at his book. I surprised that he wasn't holding that over my head. He seemed to have changed since the war. But in a way I guess we all have.