Disclaimer: Most of these characters are JK's, with the exception of Eloise and Victoria.
Hermione woke up in a cold sweat, her heartbeat racing. For the third time that week, she had dreamt that Goyle had cornered her in the potions classroom and kissed her. To her dismay, She had absolutely no idea why this revolting dream kept occurring.
She lay in bed, trying desperately to get the disturbing images out of her now tainted mind. Her efforts were useless, however, and she decided to get up and tend to her growling stomach instead. She pushed aside her red and yellow duvet, and crawled out of her warm bed. Hermione pried open her bedroom door, trying hard not to make too much noise. However, her thoughtfulness was unnecessary, as Draco was also awake, lounging on their couch, reading.
Hermione and Draco were now roommates; as this year they were made head girl and head boy. Over the few months they had already spent living in such close quarters, they have both learned to act civilly towards each other, although still on the last name basis.
"Granger? Wh-what are you doing up in the middle of the night?" Malfoy stuttered, slamming his book shut and hiding the title.
"I can't sleep." she sighed "And I'm bloody hungry… what about you? Why are you up so late- er, early?"
"Can't sleep either."
Hermione just nodded and smirked before saying "So whatcha reading there?"
"None of your beeswax, Granger." He replied haughtily.
"Oh come off it Malfoy" she grinned "there's absolutely nothing wrong with reading".
"Well for a nerd like you, I guess that's true; but for me? Unheard of!"
"You can be a real Hippogriff's ass," Hermione growled "ya know that?" She stormed off into the kitchenette.
"What a joke, Granger, you know I was only kidding," Malfoy scoffed, after feeling somewhat crushed by her harsh words, "And if you must know, its Hogwarts: A History."
Hermione smiled and shook her softly while preparing herself a peanut butter and jam sandwich. A moment later, she returned to the common room and took a seat in one of the large, comfortable chairs.
"So tell me, what's a fella like Malfoy reading Hogwarts: A History for?" Hermione questioned, with a mouthful of sandwich.
Draco was revolted by Hermione's eating habit, but answered anyways.
"Just some light reading" he sighed. Hermione raised her eyebrows, but before she could say anything, Draco changed the subject.
"So what are your plans this weekend?" Realizing what he said sounded like he was asking her out, he added more on. "Anything special with Weasloser and Potty?"
Hermione chose to ignore Malfoy's insulting names for her two best friends.
"No, nothing really. I've even finished all my t-fig homework, not to mention my potions essay. But perhaps I could start on my Ancient Ru-"
"Whoa, Granger! Chill. I don't want your life story."
"Well you did ask what my plans were," she said, sounding hurt. "Why did you ask me?"
"Well, I had this idea…" he started "I was thinking that we could hold a little part-ay. I could invite my friends… you could invite your friends…"
Hermione looked delighted that Malfoy had suggested such a thing.
"That sounds like fun!" she exclaimed, smiling. But then her face fell. "There won't be any drinking will there!" she asked sternly.
"Er… 'course not." He lied.
"Good because its against school rules and I am strongly against not only breaking those rules but drinking underage!" she said in one big breath.
"Heh… me too!" He agreed,
"Good" and she smiled, getting up off the chair. "I'm gonna go try to sleep again."
"Alighty-doodle" Malfoy said, following her toight ass with his eyes as she walked out of the room.