Hermione Granger was always the top of their year, always. Draco Malfoy was always one to insult her, whether it was on how she knew all the answers even before they covered it in class or if it were on her blood status of being a Muggle-Born or even her looks.
"Harry, you must start doing your homework," Hermione told the messy haired boy as they ate breakfast in the Great Hall.
"Sure Hermione, I'll get right on that," he said, copying her Defense Against Dark Arts homework once again for the seventh year.
After they finished eating, they all got up and the boys had started to head off towards Hogsmeade.
"I'll catch up with you guys later, I have to finish an essay for Potions," Hermione said walking towards the Gryffindor Common Room. She may have been Head Girl, but she had yet to stay in the Heads' Dorm because of whom Head Boy was.
"But it's not due till next week!" Ron shouted after her but she paid no attention to him at all.
When she got to her dorm, she put her Defence Against Dark Arts homework away and pulled out a couple pages of parchment, an ink bottle, and a quill out of her trunk, putting them into her bag and walking back out of her room and to the library.
"Who would have thought that you could find a Mudblood alone in the library, in her natural habitat," she heard Draco Malfoy say, standing in front of her.
She ignored him and his comment, continuing to work on her essay. It still bugged her when she was called that, but she didn't cry because of it anymore as she did in her second year, when he had first started calling her that.
He walked around the table and took her quill out of her hand.
"Give it back Malfoy."
"No Granger, I think I'll just keep this," he said, wiping the ink on her bag and putting the quill into his pocket.
"Accio quill," she said, flicking her wand towards the pocket he put it into. When Hermione had the quill again, he took her essay instead.
"Why don't you just go hang out with your idiotic friends or whatever it is you do Malfoy."
"I'm pretty sure that bugging you is better than hiding from Pansy."
"Give me the essay," she demanded, trying to take it from him but failing.
"No, Mudblood," he said before starting to read the essay. She tried to take it from him again. "I'll will set this aflame if you try to take it back again."
"Give it back Malfoy," Hermione said before pointing her wand at him.
As he saw where Hermione was pointing her wand at, he took off into a sprint. Draco ran out of the library and turned down an empty corridor with Hermione hot on his tale after she packed up all of her things. He turned into an empty classroom before looking the door.
"Alohomora," Hermione casted, unlocking the door and running into the room. "Malfoy!"
"Granger, put the wand down."
"I'll put the wand down once you give me back my Potions essay."
"Expelliarmus," he casted, disarming Hermione and taking the wand. He put her essay in one of the pockets inside his robe and put both of the wands into a different pocket on the other side of his robe.
"Malfoy, give me my wand and essay."
"I'll give them back Granger, if you finally come to the Heads' dorms." She stood there shocked at his statement.
"Why? I find it better as it is now. You've got a room to yourself and I don't have to deal with insults every single day."
"Granger, how's this. I won't call you Mudblood and you'll get your things back if you just go to the Heads' dorm."
"I will move into the Heads' dorm if I can lay down ground rules."
"Such as?"
"One: No touching my stuff, two: no taking my stuff, three: no coming into my room, four: no other people inside the dorm without the permission of the other, five: you will not bug me while I'm studying, and six: you will not insult me on anything including hair or blood."
"Are you bloody mad? You would never approve of Slytherins coming into the dorm."
"Exactly."
"Okay fine, but the rules go both ways."
"Fine, now give me my wand and essay."
"Not until you are inside the dorm, completly unpacked, all nice and cozy in your new home for the remaineder of the school year."
"Fine, but you're going to help me move my stuff then."
"How, if I show my face into the Gryffindork Common Room, it'll be cursed off."
"Just trust me, Malfoy."
"If I die it's your fault," he said, following her out of the empty classroom and towards the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Stay here, stay hidden," she instucted before whispering the password so that he couldn't hear it and entering. She went up to Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean's room. She slowly opened the door, and saw no one inside. She went over to Harry's trunk and took out his invisibility cloak before walking back down to where she left Draco. "Put this on and follow me," she said throwing it at him.
"Is this Potter's or Weasley's?" he said catching it.
"It's Harry's, why does it matter?"
"It doesn't, but how did he get it?"
"It was his father's," she said. He put it on and then followed her into the common room only to have to wait at the bottom of the stairs. When she got up to her room, she packed all of her clothes into her trunk and then she put all of her books in followed by a few Muggle pictures of her parents and some of her friends including the whole Weasley family. She brought the trunk back down and ran right into Draco, causing the cloak to fall off of him.
"Watch it Granger," he said standing up, picking up her trunk, and throwing the cloak back over himself and it.
"Sorry Malfoy." She stood up and walked out of the Gryffindor Common Room, walking down the first empty corridor she could find. "Take the cloak off."
Draco put the trunk down on the ground and threw the invisibility cloak at Hermione, hitting her in the face. She went over towards him and put the cloak into her trunk before picking it up.
"I almost forgot about Crookshanks!" she said, putting the trunk back down and running back towards the Gryffindor Common Room. She went up to her dorm, picked up Crookshanks, making sure she had everything before running back to where she left Malfoy, glad that everyone was in Hogsmeade, leaving the castle almsot empty.
"You are not bringing that ugly bloody cat into the dorm," Draco said when he saw Crookshanks.
"One, he is not a cat. He is half Kneazle, half cat. And two, you cannot stop me if I'm supposed to relocate."
"Ugh," he said before picking up her trunk and leading her towards the Heads' dorm that was down a corridor by the library.
"Chamber of Secrets," Draco said quietly to a picture of two small children playing in a Muggle park. The portrait went back, revealing the Heads' Common Room. He walked in and went back to the farthest room on the right, placing her trunk on the floor in front of the bed, Hermione following him.
"Why is the password Chamber of Secrets?" Hermione asked, letting Crookshanks lay down on the bed while purring.
"Because it is," Draco said before leaving her room and going to his own slamming the door shut behind him.
She ran over to his room and knocked on the door. "You still haven't given me my wand and Potions essay."
"Yes, I did. Check your bloody trunk," he yelled at her through the closed door.
Hermione walked back to her room and unlocked her trunk finding her wand, her essay, and a piece of parchment that Malfoy must have put into the trunk while she was back in Gryffindor Common Room getting Crookshanks.
She picked up the parchment and read it. Granger, I have been sneaking some food from the Great Hall after every meal so that I would have something to eat at times when I do not wish to go to the Great Hall or when I get hungry during other times of the day. If you take even a little bit of food from the Great Hall, you can take as much as or any of the food as you wish. -Draco Malfoy. P.S. Don't read too much into this, I still hate you as much as I did when you punched me in the face third year
She took out all of her books and put them on bookshelf beside her desk against the wall on the far right side from the door. She then put all of her clothes inside the closet on the left side of the room. Finally, she placed some of her pictures on her desk, some on her nightstand, some on her bookcase, and some on a shelf above her desk. After she was finished getting her room set up, she finished her Potions essay and went out to the main room.
It was a mess almost everywhere. On her way in she had simply overlooked it but now she simply couldn't handle the mess any longer. Draco had left copies of the Daily Prophet everywhere along with goblets that still had some pumpkin juice or butterbeer in them, plates with food on them, in addition to random books and homework assignments. She picked up all of the plates and empting the food into the trash before picking up all the goblets pouring the remaining liquid into the sink before washing them all by hand. As she cleaned up, Draco watched her from his dorm frame.
"Granger, what are you doing?" he asked walking over to the couch, standing behind it.
"What does it look like I'm doing Malfoy? This place is a mess, surely you had been taught better. I mean, when we were taken inside of your horrid Manor everything there looked clean, dark and creepy, but still clean," she said without looking up from the dishes. "Or was that all just because of house elves?"
"I'm adding a seventh rule, no talking about the war, any part of it," he said walking over to the fridge and taking out a bottle of butterbeer. "Why aren't you using magic do to wash those dishes?"
"Because, I don't turn to magic if I can do something the Muggle way, the way I grew up with. And I totally agree with the new rule. You do realize you could be helping me clean instead of just standing there drinking butterbeer?"
"Yeah, but I don't wish to," he said finishing off the butterbeer and throwing the bottle away.
"Why'd you even want me to move into the Heads' Dorm, Malfoy?"
"I'm not even sure Granger, but it may possibly have something to do with the fact that even some of my Slytherin housemates aren't even talking to me after the war due to the fact that I gave up with the whole Voldemort and Death Eater thing."
"Is that supposed to be believable?"
"It may not be, but it is the truth," he said drying the dishes she had already washed and putting them away.
"How long do you think we'll be able to stick to the rules we have set in place?"
"Not that long knowing who we are," he pointed out with a classic Malfoy smirk and a small chuckle.
She finished washing the dishes and went over to the sitting room, picking up all of the books and placing the non-fiction ones on the left side of the fireplace and the fiction on the right, organizing them by author then by date published. She then picked up all of his homework assignments and put them inside his room on his desk.
"See, you just broke two rules already," Draco mocked as she came out of his room which was even worse than the main room with clothes all over the floor.
"Hasn't any of the house elves been in here to clean?"
"No, I told them not to the first day we got back."
"Why would you do something like that when it only results in a messy room?"
"This is coming from the same witch who started S.P.E.W," he said, closing a cupboard door and throwing a chocolate frog at her.
She caught the chocolate frog but had almost dropped it. She was shocked by how he, her enemy, could get S.P.E.W right but her friends couldn't in their fourth year, or since then, calling it Spew. "Yeah, but you, on the other hand, have always been a git to anyone and everyone. Or did the war somehow make you nicer?"
"And now you've broken four of the seven rules, on the first day at that, way to go Granger."
She ignored his sarcastic comment as she headed over to her room. She took out her purse and put in her wand and some gallons along with a book before walking out of her room and heading towards the door to leave for Hogsmeade.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked from the couch where he was now reading a book.
"I told Harry and Ron that I'd meet them in Hogsmeade," she simply stated before walking out of the room.
As soon as she stepped out of the heads dorm she regretted it. This corridor was usually warm, but now it was cold, it didn't make any sense. She ran, she ran until she got to the main corridor right in front of the Great Hall. As soon as she stopped running, she saw Harry and Ron coming into the castle.
"Were you just running?" Ron asked, eating as always.
"No, why would I be running?" she asked lying and trying not to look behind her.
"I don't know, but you have to stay in the Common Room tonight instead of going up to your dorm for another Gryffindor house party about beating Slytherin in today's preseason Quidditch match," Harry said as they walked over to the Gryffindor table.
"You haven't won yet Harry," she said, walking with them into the Great Hall for lunch.
"Yeah, but they aren't going to win," Ron said, pausing to take a drink of butterbeer. "They're going to lose faster than it took for Harry to kill Voldemort in the final duel."
"I bet five gallons that Slytherin will win," Draco said from behind Harry and Ron who had their backs to him since he was sitting at the Slytherin table behind them at a seat where his back should have been turned on them but he was turning around on the bench. How could those three fight when the Ravenclaw table was in between our two tables?
"Really Malfoy, you already owe us for saving both Goyle's and your's lives in the Room of Requirement during the Battle. Why are you trying to make the debt bigger?" Ron asked, looking over his shoulder at the same time as Harry.
Since neither of her friends were looking at her, she decided to take this moment to sneak some food into her bag. She took out a couple of her Muggle water bottles that she had gotten when she had finally restored her parents memory - they had bought tons of stuff while they were in Australia, not knowing of her exsitence whatsoever and believing themselves to be childless – and she filled up half of them with pumpkin juice and the other half with butterbeer.
"Trust me Weasley, five gallons is to a Malfoy, but I forgot to you it may be more than your entire family has, well had until your idiotic twins brothers started that joke shop of theirs. Too bad one of them died in the Battle, eh?" Draco said, looking at Hermione the entire time and making sure that she had enough time to get whatever she was getting without the boys noticing. Before Ron could respond, Draco stood up and walked out of the Great Hall.
"I'm going to kill him," Ron said, trying to stand up to go after him but being pulled back down by Harry.
"No you're not, at least not until after the match when we win. That way the Slytherins can't say we were scared nor can they say we were jealous either because you know as well as I do that they would try to pull both cards," Harry said, turning to Hermione. "You will come to the party won't you?"
"What if Gryffindor loses?"
"Then you still would have to go."
"No, I'm good, I think I'll just stay up in my dorm and get ahead on the Charms essay or read a Muggle book, or something of that sort," she covered, not telling them where she was now staying, before getting up and getting ready to leave the Great Hall.
"Where are you going Hermione?" Ron asked, putting his goblet of butterbeer down since it was now empty.
"I'm going to go up to my dorm," she said before walking off with no other comment.
On her way up she thought of every single action that she wanted to demand that Malfoy never do again. By the time she got to the entrance of the Head's Dorms, she had already came up with eight, but after she walked into the Common Room and saw Draco sitting on the couch reading one of her books, she had forgot all of them.
"Malfoy, you are breaking rules one and two, and in order to obtain the book to break those you also broke rule number three," she said walking over to the couch, standing in front of where he sat.
"I'm bored Granger, what do you expect me to do?" he asked placing a piece of spare parchment into the book to keep his place and placing the book on his lap before looking up at her in wait of an answer.
"I certainly don't expect you to be reading Shakespeare, a Muggle author mind you," she said trying to take the book, but being stopped as he placed his hand on the cover, making her afraid she might break it if she dare move it from its current location.
"You don't think that I should get over the preset mindset that I and my family held when it comes to Muggles and all things to do with them. You know- the fact that all of it is bad and should be eliminated from the face of the earth so that only the Magical may remain and be in control of this beautiful planet? Well this is a very unexpected turn of events Granger."
"Oh shut up and just give me the book back Malfoy," she demanded, trying to take it once more but being stopped. He picked up the book, shoved past her, and ran to his room, hiding the book just before she entered. "Where is it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied, backing up as she was advancing towards him. He fell onto his bed, tripping over the clothes on the floor. "If you hurt me they'll know who did it."
"Yeah, and they will also know that I only did it because you were being a git as usual."
"Is that what you think of me? Just a plain old git?" he asked sounding hurt.
"Well, why shouldn't I? You've been making fun of me since we first met on the train before our first year even started."
"And you punched me in the nose in third year," he said standing up, backing her into the wall.
"You're the one who has been thinking yourself above everyone else since the start, not even giving those of a different blood status or a different childhood raising a chance. Thinking that only those who have known magic since birth and have it from a long family line are worthy of even the most basic respect and kindness," she ranted, once again causing him to back up and fall onto his bed, but this time was different than before as she was pulled down with him, him not taking his eyes off of her's. She sat up on the bed beside him. He looked at her as if this was the first time that he had set eyes on her, as if she were suddenly the most important, the smartest, the brightest, and the most worthy thing in the whole world. "Never have you even tried to get to know Harry, any of the Weasleys, Sirius, Remus, Tonks – who was your cousin mind you, same with Sirius for Godric's sake, - Dumbledore, or even me and the other Muggleborns. You have written us off as if we were the dirt on your new shoes, the lowest things in the world, worst than the dust under your-"
"You're right," he agreed, causing her to stop going on as she was shocked.
"What?"
"I said you're right, as you usually are most of the time," he said sitting up and looking down at the ground, his hands folded.
"A Slytherin showing emotion? Well, I believe we are now in uncharted territories."
"We entered into uncharted territories the moment you moved in here Granger," he pointed out, standing up to go retrieve her book. She stood up, following him and taking the book from him when he got it out from where he had hidden it, in the bottom of the closet, where there was one area where the floor could be removed; she made a mental note of checking her closet for the same kind of area later. After she had her book back, she left the room without saying anything else. She went into her own room and put the book back on the nightstand where she had placed it earlier just because she was planning to fall asleep again tonight reading it as she had the night before. She then went out to the kitchen and took out all of the things she had gotten out of the Great Hall and put them where they belonged before going to her room and checking in her closet. She found it; how she had missed it when she moved in had escaped her. It on the far right side of her closet, unlike Draco's who had it on the left side of his closet, and it took up half of the space in the closet.
After she put the boards back on the floor, she fixed her closet so that it was set up as she had it before and so that nobody else could tell that there was a difference in the floor unless the truly stared at it for a while. She then went out to the main room taking the Bard of Avon's play that Draco had previously taken and sat down on the couch to read. She turned to the page she was last on and noticed that he was at the exact same page she was in Hamlet. Before she started reading, she went and got one of the water bottles that had butterbeer in it, and then went back to the couch. While she was in the kitchen, Draco had quietly walked out of his room and sat on the couch, next to where Hermione was sitting.
"What do you want now Malfoy? Haven't you heard me rant enough for the first night?"
"I don't think I could ever hear you rant enough, even if I may be mad at you for something," he said turning and looking at her, once again not letting his eyes go anywhere other than her.
"Okay, now I know for a fact that you are not the real Draco Malfoy," she said walking over, putting her water bottle of butterbeer on the coffee table, and carefully, almost as if she did not trust it, sat down on the couch where she was before.
"Oh really, it may be possible that you don't know the real Draco Malfoy, nor have you ever while here at Hogwarts," he said moving closer to her. Hermione had read enough books to know that this could only go a limited number of ways.
"Malfoy, give one reason why I should be feeling comfortable around you. Your aunt is the one who gave me this," she said rolling up her right sleeve, revealing the word Mudblood that Bellatrix had cut into her while they were at Malfoy Manor. While she was pulling up her sleeve, she looked at Malfoy, looking him in the eyes for the first time since they were little kids.
He looked her in the eyes, refusing to look at the marks his aunt had left on her arm, the word Mudblood still ingraved into her skin. "I know what she did to you, Hermione. I was there, during all of it. I told you not to bring up any part of the war," he said before standing up and going to the fridge. Somehow, he had been able to bring a bunch of firewhiskey bottles up to the castle and store them into the fridge without anyone noticing. He took out a bottle of it and went back to the couch, opening it on his way and taking a drink before placing next to Hermione's Muggle water bottle full of butterbeer. She unrolled her sleeve and sat there, not saying a word. "Look Granger, I don't want to bring up any of those memories. If I had the choice to go back and redo all of that again, I would choose to go to Dumbledore for help way before Voldemort would even get a chance to make me a Death Eater."
"Would you though? Would you leave your family to do what is right, to fight for the light even if it may result in your death? Would you fight for the good no matter what it may cost you? Would you fight loyally and hard and true for our side, my side, until the day you die? Would you give up your family's money? Would you leave behind the prejudice judgments that had been pressed into your head ever since you were born? Ideas that were pressed into your head even before you were born? Would you have fought for our side even if we would have lost, if Harry would have been killed at the hands of Voldemort who had brought terror into the wizarding world from the day he got power?"
"Yes," he replied without even thinking about it. "If I would have fought on their side, on your side... I wouldn't have to been scared that the leader, who is the most powerful of the wizarding world, was going to kill me if I didn't finish the task that he had given to me to complete in the time frame allowed. I wouldn't have had to stand there, helpless, watching you getting tortured by my aunt Bellatrix when I wanted to do nothing more than run over to you and help all of you escape."
While he was talking, she could not keep her eyes off of him, no matter how hard she tried. "Well, this is the most you have gone talking to me without slipping a single insult in to the conversation." He laughed, his first actual laugh in her presence, and, truthfully, the first actual laugh for as far back he could remember. She smiled in response for she could not help it. She thought she should feel as if she could not trust him, as if she must be on her guard the entire time, but for some unknown, insane reason she felt as if for the first since the war first started, since Voldemort had first come back to power, that she was safe. As if nothing in the world could possibly hurt her while she was here with him except for herself and how much she would actually come to care for, and possibly even like, the boy who sat here next to her, looking at her as if she was the brightest thing in the room despite the fire glowing ever so brightly against the wall. He held eye contact with her as if they were in a never ending starring contest that would only result in the pain or the death of the loser. They stayed like this, unmoving and silent, for a couple of minutes more when there was a knock out side against the wall.
"Malfoy, you are needed in the Headmistress office. Do you know where Hermione is? I have already checked the Gryffindor Common Rooms and her dorm where she said she was going to stay, but she isn't there," they heard their new Defense against Dark Arts professor - Charlie Weasley - ask through the door.
"I'm in here Professor," Hermione said looking away from Draco for the first time and standing up once again, going over to the door with Draco following her.
"What does McGonagall require?" Draco asked when Hermione opened up the door.
"She did not say, all she told me was to bring both of you to her office," the professor said leading both Hermione and Draco to the Headmistress's office even though they both knew where it was well enough. "Faux," he said, revealing the entrance up to McGonagall's office with the password that was the name of Dumbledore's old bird's name. The professor left them and Draco and Hermione walked up the staircase and entered McGonagall's office.
"Ah, I wondered if they could ever find you Miss Granger. Now, take a seat," she said, waiting to continue until they were both sitting down in the chairs across her desk. "As you two are the heads, and due to the fact that much of the students here aren't really treating the Slytherins as kindly as before, I must command you both to sleep inside the Heads' Dorms that you are to share in order to try to repair the peace, or semi-peace, that this school once had before the Battle and before Voldemort came back and took control of everything."
"Professor McGonagall, Draco was already staying in the Heads' Dorms since the start of the year last week, and I just moved in there today, before lunch actually," Hermione explained.
"Mister Malfoy, is this true?"
"Yes, even though I may have taken a rather shameful approach in order to get Granger to move into the Heads' Dorm, she did and we have agreed upon some basic ground rules to try to make it a more peaceful experience, even if we have each broke at least three of the seven rules we have set forth," Draco explained in response to McGonagall's question.
"Alright then, I will take your word for it, now we must try to restore the peace. We shall wait and see how it is in a couple of weeks, but then we must try to come up with ideas in order to restore it if it doesn't get restored by itself. That is all, you may go," she said standing up and walking over to one of the book cases. Draco and Hermione both stood up at the same time and walked down the stairs.
"What time is it?" Hermione asked.
"I'd think it'd be time for dinner, wouldn't you?" Draco said. They set off for the Great Hall, but Hermione stopped before they got to one of the main corridors. "What's wrong?"
"If they see us walking in together, Ron and Harry won't even think before attacking you. Wait here for a couple minutes at least and then go," Hermione said before walking to the Great Hall for super. Hermione entered the Hall and went over to sit with Harry and Ron just before Draco entered a minute later.
"Hey Hermione," they said together.
"Hey Ron, Hey Harry," Hermione replied, putting a plate of food together and starting to eat as Draco sat at the Slytherin table behind Harry and Ron, but where he could easily look at Hermione when he wanted to.
"Where have you been Hermione? We've looked all over the Common Room and Library plus we had Ginny check your dorm and she said she didn't find you nor could she find any of your things," Harry said.
"I, um," she couldn't think of a response to say that wouldn't make the boys sitting in front of her freak out. Normally, she would tell them the truth, but she knew what their reaction would be to her staying in a separate dorm with a former Death Eater. She looked at Draco for help quickly after looking at her plate, he was watching her the entire time.
"Boys, I believe you owe me five gallons," Draco interrupted, yelling from the Slytherin table before standing up and walking towards them in order to save Hermione.
"What are you talking about Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"If you can possibly recall, we made a bet earlier of five gallons and I said that Slytherin was going to win."
"Actually Malfoy, if you would have showed up to the game, you would have known that we won, now pay up," Harry said.
"Fine," he said taking ten gallons out of his pocket and giving five to each of the big war heroes in front of him. As Harry and Ron put the gallons away, he looked at Hermione and smiled a faint smile that she returned, grateful for not having to answer her best friends' question. She also took this moment to put some of the foods in front of her into some containers and placing them back into her beaded bag.
Even after they had gotten back from hunting horcruxes and after the Battle was over and won, she couldn't go anywhere without her bag and she still kept a lot of things in it that she didn't have room for in her trunk or things that she won't normally bring but never knew if she would ever need it. Better safe than sorry. She finished her dinner, talking to Harry and Ron rarely as they were discussing the latest Quidditch game. How they possibly act like they didn't just fight a bunch of Death Eaters and the darkest wizard of their time only three months ago was out of her mind's reach to grasp.
"Hermione?" Ron said, repeating again.
"Oh sorry, I was thinking, go on Ron," she replied.
"I, um, well, I was wondering if you would like to join me at the Hogshead tomorrow."
"No thank you, Ron, I can't. I told Madam Pince that I would help her put some of the books back and then I have to help some of the students in the younger years below us with different homework assignments that they don't understand."
"Oh, alright. It's fine 'Mione," he said stuffing his face again before leaving the Great Hall with Harry.
"Well, did you tell them you moved into the Heads' Dorm?" Draco asked quietly, following her out after standing up across from her and jumping over the Ravenclaw table since most students had already left.
"No, that's when I looked at you for help," she said standing up and walking out of the Great Hall and to their dorm with him beside her, getting stares from some of the few people still eating.
"You have to tell them Granger."
"I know, but I'd rather not do it while there are other people to witness and when you're not around so that can't try and destroy you."
"What if they try to attack you?"
"They're my friends Malfoy, they wouldn't do that," she said before walking into the Heads' Dorm and sitting down on the couch and putting her beaded bag on the ground beside her. He shut the entrance behind them and sat down beside Hermione. "You can read Hamlet if you want," Hermione told him before standing back up and picking up his firewhiskey bottle and the Muggle water bottle with butterbeer. She went over to throw the firewhiskey bottle away and put her water bottle into the fridge again.
"Granger, where did you last leave off?" he asked.
"I was just about to start the fourth act."
"Perfect, that's where I was," he said, waiting for her to come sit back down before reading, but she was still over in the kitchen. "Granger, come on so I can start reading."
"What?" she asked, thinking that he was just going to read it by himself.
"Get over here so I can read it so we can both finish this," he said turning his head to look at her.
"Do I have to? I've read that play so many times."
"Yes, Granger," he said, smirking once again. She got up and walked over to the couch sitting down. "Comfortable?"
"Not really, but start reading."
"Nope."
"But you said that you would once I got over here."
"Well, change of plans then," he said getting up and going over to her room since it was the closest one from the couch.
"Malfoy, what are you doing?" she asked him following him over to her own room. He jumped onto the middle of the bed landing more towards the left side. Laying down on it, he fixed the pillows so that it was more comfortable. "Malfoy get off of my bed," she told him, walking over to it, standing on the left side of it.
"Nope, sorry Granger," he said before pulling her onto the bed. He pulled her so hard that she was now on the right side of him and the bed.
"Why are you doing this Malfoy?" she asked him turning towards him to look at him. He didn't answer her question, but instead started reading Hamlet. After a while, she repositioned herself so that she felt more comfortable. Even though it was only 10 o'clock and she normally went to sleep around midnight due to working on homework, after Draco started to read the fifth act, she started to fall asleep. To her, this was the best sleep she had gotten since fourth year before Voldemort came back, she felt safe even though she was laying next to a wizard who was once a Death Eater, and once again she felt as if no harm may come to her while he lay here beside her.
Draco felt Hermione drift off to sleep next to her and placed the book on the beside table. Wanting Hermione to actually feel safe around him despite the fact that his aunt was the one who did that to her arm and he was the one who had called her names since first year, he was about to get up and go to his own room for the night, when Crookshanks jumped on the bed and layed on his legs. "Are you bloody joking, you horrid creature. Can't you tell I was about to get up?" he whispered to Crookshanks, getting a meow in response. He felt Hermione move closer to him in her sleep and started to fall asleep himself after chuckling to himself.