A Man Can Change - A Draco/Hermione Story

Resurrection Stone

I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS: J.K.ROWLING OWNS THEM. This is just a fanfic written by a huge HP fan.

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HERMIONE'S P.O.V

Why? That was the question on Hermione’s mind. She had blocked everything else out, only thinking about that one question. She couldn’t get over the shock that had coursed through her body since Harry had let it slip that Draco liked her. And she couldn’t help but ask the question ‘Why?’

      Why on earth did Draco like her? There was nothing special about her, and she thought that even though he was able to make a mends with her and become friends after all these years of verbal abuse, she couldn’t understand why he would like her.

      Hermione was shocked, but she couldn’t help but smile a little when she thought of Draco liking her. Over the past week she had been doubting her feelings as just being friendly. She had been inching closer and closer to him at any given moment and she couldn’t help but hold on tight so he wouldn’t let go when he carried her down to Madam Pomfrey earlier.

      He had listened to her spill her thoughts all week since Dennis’s death, and he would hold her even if she was unattractively crying into his shoulder and making wet patches on his shirt. She had listened to him also, and scolded him for his foolish thinking towards Dennis’s death. During the week she had started to feel quite different about him.

      She even made up the excuse of being cold when they were waiting for Madam Pomfrey earlier, just so she could sink into his warm embrace. But she hadn’t held it too long in case he thought she liked him or something. Even holding his hands felt great, it felt right.

      She wasn’t going to say it was some stupid thing about it being destiny or fate because she didn’t believe in that rubbish, hence why she walked out of Divination all those years ago. But she did feel that the possibility of them being together – now that she knew he liked her – was right, and that it had the potential to be a good thing as it could clear bridges for him when it came to his past.

      But she wouldn’t be with him just for the little matter of making the public see that he wasn’t bad, she would be with him because she wanted to be with him, because he made her feel better, made her laugh and made her feel happy.

      Hermione scolded herself. They weren’t even together yet but she was thinking about it. But she didn’t scold herself mentally for one thing, she knew she liked Draco a lot, and now she knew he liked her too.

      Hermione was snapped back to reality and brought out of her own mind when Draco nudged her side a little bit from where he was sitting on the bed. Hermione caught his eyes and held them there for about five seconds before there was a coughing noise from in front of her.

      “Are the two of you even listening to me?” Professor McGonagall asked.

      “Yes Professor, sorry. A lot has happened this weekend, my head’s just sort of exploding with information.” Hermione answered quickly and skilfully. She had a way with quick and witty answers.

      “As I was saying, because we can most definitely rule out pregnancy as a cause of these dreams, we now know what’s causing them. As to why they are only affecting Miss Granger, I do not know. Perhaps it is because the item is closer to her room than it is to yours.” She had a quick pause and an inhale of breath before she continued.

      “I have not been entirely honest with you as to why I asked you to keep the location of your room a secret, and to why Professor Snape is guarding it.”