I tumbled onto the soft couch, unbelievably tired. In all my years at Hogwarts, I'd never been this worn out. Even my first go at seventh year hadn't been this difficult. I came back to repeat seventh year and was made Head Girl, and now two weeks into the year I was already dead tired. Somehow, I'd managed to convince Harry and Ron to repeat the year with me.

But between my Head duties, managing Prefects, and taking control of troublemakers- I was being worn to the bone.

Never had I been tempted to sleep on a couch before. To make matters worse, I not only had to make my rounds before bed, I also had to deal with Draco Malfoy. The Head Boy. He was a git before, now... No there are no words to describe him. I hate him more than I hate anything in life.

That's wrong, I don't hate, I thought, rolling onto my stomach. More like strongly dislike... with all the passion inside my heart. I closed my eyes suddenly as the entrance to Head's common room opened, signaling my object of distaste's arrival.

I heard a falter in his step, probably seeing my body oddly strewn on his side of the common room. I loosened my muscles, I had no desire to fight with this git extraordinaire. Even he would take pity on me, after all is wasn't completely an act. I was tired, I thought, thinking back to the bags Ron had so carelessly pointed out under my eyes.

Malfoy still had yet to move from his spot in the back of the room, obviously he was thinking somethingover rather intently. I lifted my lids slightly, and pushed out what seemed like a sleepy sigh, and let my eyelashes hide the fact that I was watching him. He was now a little over six feet tall, so it was a tad difficult from my position. He was standing there, looking very, very conflicted about something. Then he ran his hand through his platinum blonde hair, and seemed to make a decision. His crystalline blue eyes were determined.

He stormed over to me, "Mudblood," He said. I didn't move an inch, so we've resorted to name calling, have we? Then I'll just stay here, on his side of our common room.

"Granger?" He tried, and crouched down to nudge my forehead. I rolled my head away from him and furrowed my brow. "Filthy little... You even reject me in your sleep," He grumbled. I was confused, rejecting? All he did was tap me on the head.

He stared at me, his blue eyes almost gray in this light. A longing look appeared on his face and his eyes roamed my face, flickering down to my lips. He reached his hand down and began to trace patterns on my cheek, slowing making his way down to my collarbone, leaving a burning trail behind. He skimmed my neck, not lingering very long at all...

He stroked my side, and left a very warm hand on the back of my thigh, hesitating. My body was burning by now, but I struggled to keep my breathing even. Was he going to touch me more? I prayed that he wouldn't, I desperately wanted it to stop. I shifted my thighs closed slightly, hoping he would assume it was just me looking for a better sleeping position. His face hardened, and reached under and around my knees and brought his hand under my back and hoisted me up as though I were a feather.

Out of instinct, I wrapped my arms around his neck, grazing his slightly overlong hair. He blew a hot puff of air into my hair in surprise, and held me away from his body, uncertainly. I tightened my arms, if he was planning to drop me, I'd take him with me.

"Are you awake, Granger? I swear to God if you are-." He stopped suddenly, and just pulled me closer to his chest. He tucked his face into my neck and I had to restrain myself from punching him and demanding to be let go. His long bangs tickled my skin. He blew his hair out of his eyes, and the hair tickled my neck, I let out a poorly restrained giggle.

He drew back, and smiled at me, gently.

Gentle? Malfoy? No way, this was happening. This was the worst kind of nightmare, my enemy was, dare I say it, being kind to me? Impossible.

I schooled my features into the smooth innocence of sleep, all the while my suspicious thoughts taking over. He went over my features once more before he started walking, and if my sense of direction could be trusted, we were going to my room. He placed one of my hands on the doorknob because it would only open for me. He hesitated, he seemed uncertain of what to do next. What was he trying to do?

I swear, if Malfoy's trying to take advantage of me-. He held me close to his chest, reluctant to let me go? He placed his knee on my bed, and put me down gently. He took off my shoes, and put his hand under my shirt. My breath caught, I knew there was some ulterior motive. He took my wand and I got ready to jump him if he tried to break it, I was skilled in wandless spells anyway.

I never got the chance because he placed my wand in the dish next to my bed. He tucked me into bed, and fluffed my pillow. He placed a feathery kiss on my forehead and started walking away.

"Granger," He said, and I stiffened, did he know I was awake? "Next time, fall asleep somewhere more comfortable."

What the hell?