Harry sat silently through Transfiguration, where he made a point of not talking to Ron. Ron also seemed to be along the same idea. He made a point of not talking to Harry. And to top it off he sat next to Seamus and Neville. Harry and Hermione sat alone at the back.
"I'm really very sorry about what went on at breakfast." Harry told her. Hermione just shrugged and continued to take down the notes on the board.
Harry got the distinct impression that she didn't want to talk about it, but Harry had to let it out, he had to get it off his chest.
"Look Hermione. I'm scared." He confessed. She looked at him for a minute and then finally spoke.
"Why are you scared?" She asked softly. Harry shifted his weight uncomfortably.
"I'm scared that I might lose Ron forever." He said. Hermione stared at Harry for a moment. Harry ploughed on. "I keep getting these strange feelings, like I'm never going to see him again. And last night I had a dream that he died." Harry sighed.
"I feel almost as though Voldemort may kill him." He finished quietly. Hermione stayed silent. Then slowly she spoke.
"We need to talk to someone about this." She said. Harry bristled slightly.
"Who? Dumbledore?" He asked. Hermione shook her head.
"No, Harry. I was thinking more like someone who has seen inside the mind of a Deatheater. Someone who has lived with someone who follows Voldemort fully and loyally." She said. Harry stared at her, blankly. He had no idea what she was talking about. Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes.
"I'm talking about Draco." She hissed. Harry arched his eyebrow.
"You can NOT be serious?" He demanded. Hermione shrugged.
"It's only logical; he knows the inner workings of a Deatheaters' mind." She whispered. Harry stared at her for endless minutes.
"If you think I'm going to go to Malfoy for help then you are seriously mistaken, Hermione." Harry told her.
"Harry," Hermione spoke gently, putting her hand on Harry's arm. "I really think you should do this. It's like Dumbledore's been telling us, we need to unite, stand together as one against Voldemort. It's the only way we'll be able to defeat him."
Harry returned to taking notes at the glare he was getting from McGonagall. "If you think that Malfoy would set aside his anger and hate for me then you really are being thick." He whispered.
Hermione's eyes darkened. "Oh, Harry. You're just not getting it." She said, angrily. "It's you that isn't going to let go of your hate." She sighed. "Harry, Malfoy was just being a sulky, rich, spoiled child. He didn't like being rejected and humiliated by you on his first day of school.
"He offered a hand of friendship; to the one person he thought would help secure a place as one of the most respected boys at Hogwarts." She explained. Harry was silently listening to Hermione's explanation. He hated to admit it but she was right.
"Harry, all Draco desired was to impress his father, live up to the standard his father had set for him." She explained. Harry looked at Hermione.
"What makes you think that he's changed?" Harry inquired.
"I would've thought it were obvious?" She replied. Harry must've been missing something.
"I'm not sure I follow." He said. Hermione shook her head.
"Well he's dating the sister of your best friend, he's actually having civilised conversations with your best friend…"
"He is!" Harry cut in; he was struck dumb by the thought. Hermione stared at Harry. Slowly she nodded.
"Yes, he and Ron had a little chat last night." She replied. Harry didn't know what to say, what to think?
"So what did they talk about?" He asked.
"Well… many things." She told him.
"Like what?" Harry pushed. Hermione sighed.
"Things like Quidditch, Ginny, The Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore, Lucius, school studies, and even what they want to do at the end of next year." She told him. Harry was still in disbelief.
"So? They sat around talking like old mates were they?" Harry demanded. "And they must have right laugh at my expense hey?" He spat viciously. Hermione sighed.
"I would've thought you'd learn?" she sighed. Harry glared at her.
"What's that meant to mean?" Harry demanded defensively. Hermione shook her head.
"You're attitude, Harry." She explained. "It's already cost you two detentions, its you acting like the world is against you all the time, biting a persons head off if for once they don't agree with you." She looked close to tears.
"You need to understand, some people other than you have serious problems to deal with." Harry hung his head. Hermione ploughed on. "You act like Ron is doing something illegal by chatting with Malfoy, but we've been told to unite together, stand as one. Both Ron and Draco want to make things right. They are trying to unite the houses, Draco dating Ginny, Ron and Draco trying to be friends.
"I just think you should give Malfoy the benefit of the doubt." She told him. "Ron and Ginny both see good in him, and goodness knows that I'm trying to see that good in him." Hermione studied him for a moment.
"I see where you're going with this." Harry said. He sighed deeply. "Ok. I'll talk to Malfoy, but I still don't know what I'm meant to be asking him." He grumbled. Hermione patted his back.
"Ask him about potions." She told him. Harry was taken aback.
"Potions? But what would I need a potion for?" Harry asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"The potion isn't meant for you Harry." She told him simply.
"Then who is it for?" He wondered out loud, but Hermione said nothing more. She turned to the board to finish her notes.
Harry was getting more confused by the minute, 'Just what was happening with his friends?' He thought before taking down the notes himself.