Again, not owning anything of J.. The characters are hers, and the story is mine.

Hermione walked up the stairs, thinking to herself how wonderful the next couple of days were going to be. She could already imagine it, they'd squabble continuously. Always arguing as usual, but probably worse because of what had happened downstairs about ten minutes ago.

*God alive, why did I let him touch me for..? I hate him… and he hates me…end of!*

She thought to herself for a long time, as did he. Draco's thoughts counteracted Hermiones.

"Why only now did I have the nerve to do that to her? She was all I think about for the past six weeks and I still don't kiss her? Draco, get a hold of yourself. You can do this…"

They both sighed in sync with each other, which made each person look at the other in turn.

Hermione studied his eyes, all though they were cold and grey she saw light in the dark depths, and as she'd seen earlier on, she saw hope. His perfect lips sculpted into a perfect grin…his pearl white teeth shinni- *WHAT AM I THINKING! HE IS DRACO MALFOY! MALFOY! THE ONE WHO PICKED ON YOU FOR YEARS! Hermione, pull yourself together!* She turned around suddenly, pulling away from his stare. Hermione moved towards her room, opening the door with a slight creek. They both looked inside, -Hermione doing it as a habit than anything- and slowly walked in. He looked around, seeing half of the room was Red and Gold –decorated by Hermione probably- and the other half was green, black and silver –as if Draco was expected-. Both sides of the room had a closet, mirror, chest of drawers, a desk and of course a bed.

'Welcome to your 'humble abode' Malfoy. That side is yours –She pointed to the right hand side- and this side is mine. I don't go through your stuff, you don't go through mine. Deal?' She asked, he nodded without hesitation; but he mentally kicked himself for agreeing.

Hermione placed herself to her bed. Draco looked over her red-silk bed covers, -and the golden-decorated pillow cases- thinking that the colour did actually suit her. He smiled, but hid it quickly. Instead of staring at her for ages, he decided to go through his side of the room. His sheets were green silk, the pillow black, the closet was the same as Hermione's, but he noticed it was slightly smaller. He sighed, sitting down to his bed. He pulled at the drawers, noting that there were clean pyjamas there already. He shrugged his shoulders and lay to his bed.

While Malfoy pondered about Hermione had set out her quil and ink, along with a small tawni-owl to send the message. She wondered on what to write, Harry being on a mission to see where Luna Lovegood had gotten herself off too. While Luna had been slightly odd at times, she still was Hermiones friend. And she worried deeply about her. Hermione just sat there, pondering about what to write. After a while, she decided…;

~Harry,

I completed my mission no problem –scratch that- BIG problem. Why didn't you tell me it was Malfoy? You know I could have handled it Malfoy or not! Anyways, got back to HQ unscathed, sagged my outfit but never mind. Have you found Luna yet? Please write back soon…Missing you like mad! Hermione.G.~

She finished off the letter and attached it to the owl by string.

''Rina, send it straight to Harry. Anyone touch it you peck their fingers off. Okay?' She smiled as the owl pecked her finger softly, to show that she understood.

Hermione lay back to her pillow, as Orina the tawni-owl flew out the window.

'Granger?' He asked, pulling some of his hair back from his eyes.

'Mmhmm..?' She answered, pulling her hair from her eyes.

'Was someone living here before me..?' He asked, she sighed in agitation.

'Never you mind, Malfoy.' She snapped, he smirked.

'I'm going to go and talk to Blaise. You know; catch up.'

'Sure, fine…Whatever.' She answered simply, sighing. He sighed also, and walked out of the room. Walking down to Blaise. Maybe, just maybe, he had the answers.