We'll Never Know

We'll Never Know

By: potter_punkette

That afternoon, Hermione decided to add on to an Arithmancy assignment. When she needed additional information she left and headed for the library for a book.

"See you at supper, I'll just be at the library," They nodded and she raced to the library. She wanted to be on time for dinner.

As Hermione was looking for a book named, "Arithmancy Writers Throughout the Eras" by Lauren O'Flaherty, someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"What?" said Hermione absent-mindedly. She turned around only to face a particular fifth year Slytherin.

"Why were your friends accusing me of spying on them?" asked Draco.

"Oh, so you followed me all the way here just to ask me that?"

"No, I was looking for 'Arithmancy Writers Throughout the Eras' and I saw you and decided to ask you the million galleon question. Bet the Weasel would love to get that question right, that poor prat," sneered Draco, completely unaware that he'd been accused of stalking her.

"Don't you say that about Ron!"

"Standing up for your second boyfriend? Potter's going to be quite heartbroken once he knows about this,"

"Oh shut your trap, Malfoy, unless you wish to have each of your limbs personally ripped of one by one by yours truly,"

"I'll be getting my book and I'll be off, I haven't any time for you,"

"Too late, I've got the book now,"

Hermione smiled to herself. Sweet vengeance, nothing like preventing Malfoy from getting a good mark...

"I haven't got any time to waste! The assignment is due at the end of holidays!"

"Aw! Poor widdle Dwayco can't have his book,"

"Oh that's mature,"

"Well, I don't see any alternative," she said.

Malfoy groaned loudly and impatiently.

"Unless we work together here..." said Hermione very quietly, almost incomprehensively. Malfoy had heard,

"Well, if you really want to, I suppose we could work together,"

"It was a mere suggestion! I did not imply that we work together!"

"So then it was in your sub-conscience, deep-down you really wanted to work with me,"

"Since when do you know about sub-conscience?"

"I know it may seem hard to believe, but I do have feelings!"

"You're right, it is hard to believe. You're just a cold-hearted person! You don't care for anybody else besides your self,"

"I do care about other people! I care about...about...about you!" Draco said this so quickly, but at the realisation of what he'd just said he clamped his hands over his mouth and a look of terror crossed his face.

"W-What?"

"Well, er..."

"You, Draco Malfoy, (she elongated the 'Malfoy') care for me, Hermione Granger, a Mudblood?"

"Well, that's what I said wasn't it?" the look of terror had long strayed from his face; his face was now home to his usual sneer.

"Yes, that is what you said. So, I have to go now, good day," said Hermione, obviously still under shock.

"But, I need the book too. Can't we just put aside our differences and concentrate on our work?" Hermione couldn't believe her ears. Draco Malfoy was trying to make peace... Has the world gone MAD? No... I suppose he finally got some sense knocked into him...

"Oh all right," she sighed, she respected his efforts and sat down to work.

They worked quietly without event, which was highly unusual. You'd have thought this may have gathered a crowd, but it did not, considering that everybody was at dinner.

"Well I'm done, what about you?" said Hermione quietly.

"Great, so am I. Funny, isn't it, that we thought of the same book?"

"Sure is. Not "ha-ha" funny but odd because we're so different

"Well, besides the fact that you're in Gryffindor and I'm in Slytherin, we're not so different. We care about our grades and we're top of all our classes,"

"How flattering! Maybe we're not so different after all. But, I have to go now. Harry and Ron were expecting me ages ago! Goodbye Draco!"

Hermione rushed off leaving Malfoy all alone...

"Bye, 'Mione," he whispered at her disappearing figure.