It had now been 2 months since we started at Hogwarts. It certainly didn't feel like it. Things were what you'd call mediocre. All we did was went to classes, studied and did homework. I was still having my study sessions with Draco and honestly I was really impressed with how dedicated he was to his studies. People expected him to be careless and lazy, but in reality he was just as hardworking and determined as I was.
It was now Halloween, and I was really excited to see what this holiday would be like at Hogwarts. I knew there would be a feast, but first we had lessons to get through. Again, the lessons were fun and educational, but today I couldn't wait for them to finish so that the feast could begin.
We had some free time before the feast, so I decided to head over to the library for a bit to do some light background reading. However, on my way there, I saw Malfoy standing near an empty classroom on his own.
"Granger!" He shouted to me, motioning for me to go over to him.
Looking around me before I moved, I went over to him to see what he wanted.
"Meet me by the lake in half an hour." He whispered to me and then stalked off to catch up with his friends.
I smiled as I turned around to head back to the Gryffindor common room. Only to walk straight into Ron and Harry.
"What are you smiling about Hermione?" Ron asked.
"And what were you doing talking to Malfoy?" Harry added.
"It is none of your business." I said simply.
"It is." Ron said. "You're our friend and Malfoy is trouble. We don't want you getting hurt."
I smiled when they said there were my friends. See, I knew they were wrong. I knew people liked me really.
"Malfoy isn't as bad as you all think. And anyway, I can look after myself thank you very much." I said proudly.
They gave each other weird, confused looks before I turned them around and we walked back to the common room.
I watched Ron play a game of wizards chess against Seamus Finnigan, sat next to Harry who was finishing off his Potions essay that was due the next day. I was paying a lot of attention to what was happening and so when I caught a glimpse of the clock, I panicked. I only had two minutes to get to the lake and meet Draco.
"Oh... um... I need to go and... see Professor McGonagall about our Transfiguration essay." I said quickly, jumping up and running through the portrait hole, grabbing my cloak as I went.
I pulled my cloak on as I ran down the stairs, accidentally knocking into a few other students as I went.
"Walk Miss Granger!" Professor Snape yelled to me. "Before someone gets hurt."
I ignored him and kept running until I ran out of the castle. I stopped and looked towards the lake to see if I could see where Draco was waiting for me.
I couldn't believe how much having Hermione in my life had affected me. I know I had only known her for 2 months, but I genuinely felt a lot happier around her. I could be me, the me that I really was not the person people expect me to be.
But when she didn't turn up to meet me, it was obvious that she didn't feel the same. I guess she really did believe the rumours about me. That I was evil, in league with Voldemort...
It had been 5 minutes, and I was ready to give up and leave, until I heard shouting coming from behind me. So I turned around and smiled as I saw Hermione running over to me, shouting my name, bright red in the face.
"You weren't about to leave, were you?" She panted as she stopped in front of me.
"I thought you weren't going to come..." I said slowly.
She just looked at me, before grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards the tree. We sat down underneath it and then she turned to look at me, a serious expression on her face.
"What's wrong Draco?" She asked.
"Everyone hates me." I said.
"I don't, Draco."
"You should, Hermione. Everyone hates my family."
"They just make assumptions. They just assume that you're just like your father. Prove to them that you're not."
"I can't though. My father will be so disappointed in me. He's scared, and so am I. Voldemort..."
"Voldemort is no threat to anyone at the moment. He's not been around for years. You have nothing to worry about."
"I hope you're right, Hermione."
She looked at me sympathetically, before pulling me into a hug.
Suddenly, we heard Professor McGonagall's voice ring out through the castle grounds.
"All students are to return to their dormitories to prepare for tonight's feast." Professor McGonagall said.
Hermione pulled away and we got up from our spot.
"I'll see you in the library at some point then." Hermione said, placing a hand on my arm.
Then, looking around, she moved away and headed back towards the castle. I waited a minute before heading back towards the castle myself, without risking us being seen together.
At least, I thought no one had seen us. That was until I walked into my dormitory and saw Blaise standing by my bed.
"Malfoy, we need to talk." Blaise said bluntly.
"Can't it wait? I've only come back to drop my textbooks off and then I was going to head to the feast." I said, worried about what he was going to say.
"No, it can't wait, unless you want the whole school to find out..."
"Fine." I sat down on my bed. "What is it?"
"I saw you with Granger earlier..."
"You think I'd be near Granger!? Are you kidding me?"
"I SAW you, Malfoy. Don't lie."
"Whatever I do with my life is none of your business Zabini."
"So you won't be bothered if I told your father everything?"
"Please don't Zabini."
"Oh, so you do understand how wrong it is to be friends with a Mudblood."
"Don't call her that!"
"Mudblood! Mudblood! Filthy scum! When Voldemort comes back into power, she's the first to die."
I jumped up from my bed and pulled out my wand, pointing it towards him.
"This is cute. Trying to protect your little girlfriend. What are you going to do, kill me?" He mocked me.
I didn't say anything, I just walked closer to him, making him back further away.
"Come on Malfoy. I'm your friend. You'd really hurt me for that Mudblood?" Blaise smirked.
I wasn't having him insult my best friend like this. So before anyone could stop me I found myself yelling "Stupefy!" at him and a flash of light appeared. He collapsed, hitting his head as he went, and there he was, unconscious on the floor.
The scene must've caused a lot of noise, as only two seconds later - while I still had my wand pointed at Blaise, slumped on the floor - the door opened and there stood Marcus Flint, with a large group of other Slytherins stood behind him.
And he asked, "What the hell have you done now, Malfoy?"