A/N - So, yeah, this is my first fanfic and I hope you guys like it. Enjoy and please review, they'll keep me warm through the winter months! This is a short introduction by the way, the next chapters will be longer… I promise! But only if you review and like it of course!
DISCLAIMER: I Don't Own Harry Potter, it all belongs to the wonderful JKR… *sigh*
Hermione Granger stirred restlessly among her bed sheets as the sunlight shone through the stained glass windows the Head Girl's room. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open and she sighed.
Today was the first day of the winter holidays and she was staying back at Hogwarts as well as Draco Malfoy, they would be the only two students of their year here this Christmas holidays.
Normally she'd be going home and, probably, Draco too if their duties as Head Boy and Head Girl weren't required to prepare the school for the new year. She didn't know how she would survive
being stuck here alone with Draco Malfoy, of all people, for so long.
A soft sigh escaped Hermione's lips as she edged out of her warm bed and towards her and Draco's common room to light the fireplace and spread some warmth in the cold winter morning.
Ashe stepped into the common room she tied back her messy curls and secured them with a stray bobby pin she'd found in her hair. A pleasant warmth spread over her soothingly. The fire
was already blazing and she realized that Draco must already be up. 'Dammit' Hermione frowned with distaste, she was hoping that she wouldn't have to see him at all this morning.
"Oh, its you." Draco leered at her from his resting place on the lounge chair nearest to the fireplace.
"Who did you think it was, Malfoy?" Hermione shot at him, seething at how his arrogant, annoying tone could ruin her mood so soon after waking up.
"Really, Granger. Of course I knew it was you but, I was sincerely hoping it was anybody else but you." Draco turned away from her and looked back into the fire, the warm flame gently caressing his porcelain skin and platinum hair, making him seem almost gentle.
"Oh, just sod off Malfoy, you despicable, arrogant prat." Hermione was already exasperated after only a few sentences had passed between them. She retreated back to her room, ignoring Draco's uninterested snort.
In her room Hermione was thinking of how hard this winter was going to be as she got dressed. She pulled on a snug black cotton long sleeve top and a pair of warm dark blue whipcord pants.
She then sat on her bed to pull on some think red cotton socks before shoving her feet into a pair of white sneakers. She sighed and tried to think of what she was going to do about Draco for
the rest of the holidays. It wasn't even an hour into her first day with him and she already wanted to stupefy him…
'I wish I could just hex the stupid sod and be done with it.' She thought of how much of an improvement this would be. Hell, anything would be better than the current Draco Malfoy. She found
herself wishing that his personality suited how calm and, well, kind he looked as his face was bathed in the warm light from the fire. She snorted at the thought of a kind Draco Malfoy, she
could only dream of such a thing.
As Hermione changed Draco cast his eyes quickly towards her door and then back to the fireplace. He was well aware how much she detested being stuck with him during Christmas. He felt
exactly the same way. Imagine, him, Draco Malfoy, stuck with her, a filthy Mudblood! It was unthinkable! He longed to hex her to put her in her place, how dare she speak to him like that! She
should acknowledge her place in the wizarding world, a place that was below him, and act accordingly. He snorted, someday he would teach her how to behave towards her superiors,
unfortunately for the moment he could do nothing. He'd just have to wait. He quickly checked the time and cursed. If he wanted to eat this morning he'd have to rush to get to breakfast in time.
When she was sure Draco had left Hermione decided she'd not go to breakfast, she'd much rather sit in the warm common room and read. While avoiding Draco. She grabbed the large,
hardcover book off her oak bedside table, it was a classic muggle romance story. She walked over to the chair where Draco had been sitting in before, the one closest to the fireplace. She
crossed her legs on the chair and sat the book in her lap, finding her bookmark and turning to the correct page. She yawned, last night she couldn't sleep and she had no idea why. There was
just something wrong. She shook her head slightly and tried to focus on her romance story, she really wanted to read this but somehow couldn't focus on the words. She relaxed against the
comfortable chair and closed her eyes. Maybe she just needed a quick nap…
It wasn't long until Hermione was sleeping peacefully in the warm common room, feeling quite proud of the way she'd managed to handle Draco even though she was so sleep deprived. She
slept soundly, dreaming of Harry and Ron and how joyous it would be when they came back and she wouldn't have to share in Draco Malfoy's company anymore.
Draco came back from breakfast feeling full, refreshed and ready to take on Granger. When he slipped into the common room he opened his mouth to spit an insult at her but found her
sleeping peacefully with her head rested on the arm of the chair and her legs draped over the other arm. He bit back his insult tentatively, not sure whether to wake her up or not. He watched
her chest rise and fall as she breathed, totally at peace with the world. He ran a hand through his blonde locks of hair as he glanced at the title of the book rested on her belly. Romeo and Juliet
he observed, he'd never heard of it.
'Probably a muggle book.' He observed before walking as silently as possible to his room. Shutting the door without a noise, so careful not to wake her.
A/N—Well there it is! It's a little short but overall its ok I guess… Please read and review even if its just to tell me its terrible and I should stop writing straight away!
