"Get yer hands off me!" Hermione said shoving Malfoys arm off her shoulder. "What's the matter with you?" she asked looking daggers at him.

"I was just helping you out." he said a bit taken aback.

"Well you don't have to!" she yelled, and some First years that were passing stopped to see what was happening. After waving them on she added "what ever happened to hating me?"

"What are you talking about granger I still hate you." He put on a very unrealistic scowl. "Just because we are enemies doesn't mean I can't help you out." Smiling again he went back to his side of the compartment. "Your a muggle born, haven't you ever heard that saying, Keep your friends close Keep you Enemies closer?"

"Well yes, but I don't see you doing that often." She had totally gotten lost, was this really Malfoy she was talking to or what?

"Let's just say some things have changed since last year." and again she saw that his eyes roamed down towards her chest. With a loud sigh she picked up her book, her eyes met Malfoys and they both started to laugh.

"I guess I do sigh a lot." she said and then proceeded to stick her nose back in the book.
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When they finally made it to Hogwarts Hermione was exhausted, she had never been so tired in her life. Not even at that summer camp, and the strain of wondering why Malfoy was being so nice to her wasn't helping at all. As they walked to the Carriage's she turned to Malfoy, who had walked next to her instead of finding Crabb and Goyel, wondered out loud. "Where are your friends?" Laughing at his bewildered face she almost tripped on a stone.

"Careful." he said placing an arm around her waist to stop her from falling. "Crabb is probably with Pansy and Goyel with Millicent." he said looking around.

"Why aren't they with you?"

"Because they aren't any fun any more." it was his turn to sigh, "All they want to do is moon over their ogre looking girlfriends." he shook his head and turned towards Hermione, "I don't want an ogre for a girlfriend," he let a hint of a smile overtake his face, "But that seems to be all Slytherin girls are."

After a moment of silence he added, "Why don't you go find your friends? Don't want to ruin my reputation." He gave her a slight push in the direction of Ron and Harry, and not wanting him to think she liked him she didn't argue but allowed her self to be pushed away by the crowd.

//what the hell am I thinking// she thought as she sat down to the feast in the great hall. //He's up to something I know he is// she looked over at the Slytherin table and shook her head//he had been so slimy in Diagon ally, why is he suddenly so nice?// she wasn't hungry so she just pushed away the plate that filled itself in front of her and placed her arms where it had been.

"Hermione are you alright?" Ron asked from beside her, "You're not eating." He placed his hand on her back as if to ward off any harm //I don't disserve such good friends.// Hermione gave him a reassuring smile and placed her head on top of her arms. //I just want to sleep.// she gave a small groan and felt Ron's hand return to her back. //When will this thing end?// she lifted her head just enough to see her watch and tell that she had another half an hour before the Feast would end.

"Hermione?" it was Ron, he was whispering to her and he was really close. "Hermi?" he asked again, Hermione Realized that the sounds of the great hall had lessened quiet a bit and that there was no more clinking of silver wear on glass.

"What time is it?" she asked sitting up and rubbing her eyes, "I must have fallen asleep." she stretched and yawned//well at least I feel a little better.//

"it's going on ten, you've been asleep for nearly forty five minutes." he said the worry was back in his eyes.

"Don't worry Ron, I'm just tired." she said around yet another yawn. Looking around the great hall she saw that there wasn't many people in the great hall at all, maybe only twenty or thirty, a few at each table. When Hermione's eyes swept over the Slytherin table they collided with Malfoys, he was laughing at something one of his 'friends' had said but he was looking right at Hermione.

"Let's go to bed." Hermione said breaking eye contact with Malfoy and standing up. "I'm still really tired." She walked over to the door and looked back at Harry and Ron who instead of following her had stayed where they were looking as if she had just grown another head, reluctantly they followed however and just as she turned to leave she saw Malfoy walking towards her.

"Potter," He spat once he got close enough for them to hear. "Weasley, Mudblood." he looked right at her as if to tell her that the earlier Malfoy was just a mistake and that it wouldn't happen again.

"Malfoy, Just as Lovely as every I see." Said Harry smirking at Ron. "Might want to keep your hands off Hermione though, or we'll have to cut off your head," He laughed and then turned around as if Malfoy no longer mattered. //God has every one changed// Hermione thought as she walked behind them//Why do they want him to keep his hands off me all a sudden?//

When they reached the Common room Hermione was ready to go back to sleep, and that's just what she did. Saying good night to the boys she trudged up stairs to the fifth year girl's dormitory. When she walked in she flopped down on her bed and was sleeping before anyone else came in.