I head to charms after enjoying Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, the spring in my step still existent. I take a seat one row in front of the two seats in the utmost back of the class, and then realize where I am sitting. My eyes fill with tears, and I move 2 rows up. A silent tear drips down my face as I unconsciously turn around and stare at the two seats I had sat in front of a moment ago. God I really miss Ron and Harry. This is going to be a very sh*ty term without them. My thoughts then start to get even darker as my tears become a thicker and thicker curtain in front of my face. Why the h*ll did I come back to Hogwarts? What the h*ll was I thinking when I chose Hogwarts over Ron? Why, oh why did I dump my two best friends in the world? I feel a tap on my shoulder, and look to my left, to see Malfoy, his hair windswept, looking at me worriedly.
“Are you okay Granger?” He asks, looking around to make sure the classroom is empty. “I mean you look pretty... upset?” His voice is full of nerves, and an edge of what sounds like uncertainty, and almost... anger.
I look up at him and then realize how I must look, all blotchy eyed, my face tear-stained and swollen. I blush a bit and wipe my eyes.
“I... I am just taking a little, stroll down memory lane” I say, my voice shakes, but not because I was crying, as I kick myself for being honest with him.
“Looks more like a plummet.” He says, breathing a little laughter and looking at me. I realize how his eyes are gooey, and blush even further, my face now tinted pink. He then reaches out and wipes a loose tear that had just unknowingly leaked from my eye off my face. He then looked at his hand touching my face, down at my surprised face, and down at his hand again. He then blushes and goes to take a seat in the row in front of me., clenching and unclenching his fists, like he is fighting some sort of interior battle.
The whole lesson, the spot on my cheek is burning, and I am blushing, looking at the back of Malfoy’s head. Professor Flitwick kept looking at me strangely, whenever I kept my hand up too long because I was in a daze, staring at Malfoy, and thinking hard about him.
Why did he touch me? Why did I blush? Why did he blush? Was I just imagining it? How did he make me feel better? Why did he even want to make me feel better? Why did I ever truly hate him? No, I had good reasons to hate him. Why did you give him a second chance so quickly? Why were you there to talk about it, when he was sulking about the war? Why did he care so much when you called him a prat? Why did I care so much when he got upset? Why was I always so snappy with him?
With these thoughts whirling through my head about Malfoy, and the pressure of keeping a brave face in for the rest of charms, while I tried to sort out my feelings, made me feel like I was cracking inside, trying to keep a force down that longed to come up, and spill out.
LATER THAT DAY
I made my way to my last, and favorite class of the day, Transfiguration. When I got there, Professor McGonagall was sitting at her desk in front of an empty classroom, already grading quizzes. I cleared my throat as I made my way up to her desk, weaving in and out of all the desks which were sitting in little pens.
“Are we doing desk to pig transformations today Headmistress?” I say, reaching her desk.
“We are Miss Granger. And I’m glad your here early. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the head boy and girl arrangements.” I blush just a tiny bit, a pink twinge appearing on my cheekbones.
“What about them?” I say, and then hastily add “Professor” as if not to come off rude.
“I am sorry to put you in the position of having to share a dorm with Mr. Malfoy. I know you rather detest him.” She takes a breath and continues, “I wouldn’t have done it if I knew you couldn’t handle it, I am just beginning to regret my decision. Tell me, how are you holding up?” I look at her tightly pressed face and am surprised to see a little sad but proud smile on her face.
“I’m doing...” I search for the words, and see her face fall in the corner of my eye, “better than expected.” I say finally, and am happy to see her face return into that small smile.
“Well then,” she says, back to her more brisk time of voice “I won’t regret my decision too much.” Then her voice lowers, and she smiles a little bit more naturally, “And Hermione?” She says, almost surprised at her own tone of voice, “tell me if anything goes wrong.” I nod, a little bit too vigorously( and go take a seat, just as Ernie Macmillan walks in, followed by Malfoy, and Harry and Ginny, who I haven’t seen all day. Professor McGonagall walks up to the front of the classroom, and starts by looking into each of our eyes in turn, before saying,
“Class and lease look at the board for instructions on how to turn your desk into a pig.”

a/n Hope this was just the right length chapter for y'all! I think this is the length of the chapter I am going to be writing from now on, so tell me if you really don't like it. Also, I think I did a good job sliding Draco into having a crush on Mione, so there was some sort of storyline before. Just to clear up, Mione still doesn't think (or doesn't) that she has a crush on Draco. I promise that will be soon! Thanks for reading! <3