A/N: So how are you guys liking it so far? Remember to review, I can see that you're reading. Even if you hate it and think it's horrible, tell me so. So on to chapter three.
"You know Hermione, you really need to be more careful who you decide to reprimand. There are some people that could really hurt you, and I mean more then just a punch to the face."
"Draco, I am the Head Girl at this school and have a responsibility to my fellow students to protect them from bullies and uphold the rules. I'm not afraid of those boys."
"I know you are brave, and it's not a question of that. I just don't want you to get hurt. I don't have a lot of friends anymore, so I value the ones that I do have. I'm just asking you to come to me if something like that is happening again. I mean, I was in the classroom still, you could have just come to get me. So please, for me, just be more careful."
They came to the portrait that guarded their door and Draco off handedly said the password, "Twenty three," and entered the room after Hermione.
He rushed ahead of her and cleared the couch off of all the books and jackets they had left on it. He guided her to sit and fluffed her pillow.
"Sod off, would you? I have a headache, not a baby for goodness sakes. Now, please just grab me my pack and let me get to work, there is no need to coddle me."
"I don't think so little miss. I was given specific instructions to take care of you. That means no books, no getting up, and most of all, no napping. Now, I'm going to go put a pot on for tea, you stay here."
He left the living room to the small kitchen afforded them for the, no doubt, late night study sessions that students of the Head Boy and Girls caliber would have. Hermione took this opportunity to stand up and reach for her backpack. As she took to her feet, she suddenly felt woozy and collapsed to the floor.
Draco heard a sound from the other room and walked back in. he leaned against the couch, folded his arms and smirked. Hermione was sitting, very unladylike, on the floor, holding her head in her hand.
"How very damsel in distress of you. Now maybe you'll listen to me."
He scooped her up off the floor and put her down on the couch.
"How very knight in shining armor of you," she replied as he sat down next to her with his arm reaching to the back of the couch like a cage over her. "Are you going to lean in for the kiss now to cue the violin?"
He laughed and got up to answer the call of the kettle whistling. She laughed as well and snuggled back into the couch. She might as well get comfortable, it seemed she was going to be there for a while. As funny as the situation was, perhaps the warning was for her own good. Maybe some time to relax wouldn't be so bad. It was only the second full day back and she had already overworked herself. She had finished all the homework due for the next week and a half, handed it in, started on more, taken away and given who knows how many house points and reorganized her bookshelf twice. She could never decide if it should be alphabetical, or by subject. She eventually decided on both, which afforded her another hours worth of work.
Draco came back in, handing her a mug of tea and flopping down at her feet, putting them on his lap. She took the first glorious sip when she felt a warmth on her toes. She looked down to see him rubbing her feet.
"Oh come on, that is way too much."
"Ah, ah, ah. Now, you got me out of classes the rest of the day, it's the least I can do. Now, what would you like to do with all this time we have on our hands?" He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. She just rolled her eyes with a cocked smile. She learned very early on that Draco liked to throw in the occasionally ask for sex joke here and there just to throw her off. She knew he never meant it, and he knew she was getting over it, but it was in the repartee now, so it wasn't going away.
"Well, you dirty boy, why don't you go throw open the curtains, light a fire and we'll watch a movie for a while?"
Draco jumped to the task as Hermione thought of what to watch. Dumbledore understood how much Hermione loved her muggle upbringing, and knowing it wouldn't distract from her studies, allowed her to put a tv and a few other appliances throughout their dorm. Now Draco being used to his rich upbringing, said go big or go home, so he bought the biggest tv possible and the best, top notch appliances. He was done lighting the fire, so he went over to the tv, grabbed the remote and walked back to the couch, and Hermione's feet. Now that she had him, she was going to take advantage of it.
"So what do you think? Romantic comedy, fiction, sci-fi, action and adventure, horror?"
"I would say to watch a movie about witches and wizards, but I fear you would yell at the movie again about how wrong they had it again." Draco rolled his eyes and continued to scroll down the list of movies.
"How about a chick flick? It's your day anyway, and I don't mind the funny ones. What do ya think?"
"Sure, how about… hm… Under the Tuscan Sun? Then you can tell me again how wonderful Tuscany really is. I love those stories."
Draco smiled and found the movie to start it. Hermione pulled out her wand and turned off the lights, so only the fire lit the room. The windows were dark with clouds and running with soft, fat droplets. How they both loved lazy rainy days.
A/N: so there we be kids, chapter three. I'm going to try again on Sunday before the system is down, but if I don't, then maybe Monday. Remember to review!
