This is going to be updated slowly till I finish Starting Anew. Anyways, I hope you like it, and don't forget that I would also appreciate if you would share your thoughts by reviewing the story. This is just a bit of a sneak peek.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters here (though I really, really want to). J.K. Rowling does. :)

"Do you regret it?" Draco looked at her, surveying the bushy-haired Gryffindor sitting beside him. They were looking at the night sky and watched the stars sparkled and twinkled. It was a good break... from the cabinet. It really was. He had never felt so relaxed, and if he could, he wanted to freeze this night and let it stay like this forever, be it selfish or not. "Regret befriending me, I mean." There were no insecurities threaded to her tone, just plain curiosity. It was then she stared right back at him, her hazel-brown eyes wide and naive at the same time.

He sighed, and he raised the hands that were supporting his back and slammed himself down the ground. The grass tickled his ears as he broke his gaze with her before turning his attention back to the clouds above them. "If I did regretted it, I would've already left you here alone and called you a mudblood," he scoffed, sneering at the name. Draco still hadn't gotten rid of his old habit, but he was trying to–something that Hermione appreciated. His fingers then dug to his palm. "Actually, that question should actually be directed from me to you, Granger."

"I don't."

"And this is why, I would never understand you," he muttered under his breath, continuing to look up. "I thought it was the Hufflepuffs' jobs to try and fix the helpless."

She laid her head to the ground. "It probably is," she said softly. "But you're not exactly helpless."

"If Weasel could hear you now, he would've jumped into his grave and start rolling around it, same with Potter."

For the first time, Hermione didn't comment on his insult. Instead, she placed her hand on top of his, curling her fingers to the spaces between his fingers. "I don't care."