Author's Note: You are so amazing! The response I have received and am continuing to receive from you guys is just awesome. Also, I know I literally just said yesterday in my first chapter that I wasn't expecting more than 10 chapters. I know, remember that? Yeah well if you know my writing style from other fics of mine, you'll know I keep my chapters pretty short. So while it may be short, there'll probably be more chapters than I originally thought...maybe. We'll see!

Well anyway, enjoy this chapter!

"Granger, wake up," Draco said into Hermione's ear. She was sleeping tightly on her side, curled into a ball. "Granger," he repeated.

Hermione groaned and said, "Five more minutes. Come back later." She rolled away from Draco who was sitting on the side of her bed. He waited for a minute, just to see if she would realize. She did. Hermione rolled back over, a hand blocking the light from her eyes. She eyed up Draco, fully clad in a suit and tie, sitting on her bed sheets.

"Fuck no," she said. Hermione groaned again and flopped on her stomach. "Get out you can't see me like this anymore."

Draco laughed of all things and said, "Right. Like I'll never see you in the morning. Damn, guess I should leave so you can prime yourself for my eyes. Not like I've ever seen a woman in the morning."

Hermione faced him again, annoyed at his obnoxious attitude. "You're lying."

"Do you care?" he asked.

Hermione considered it. Did she care about his previous relationships? She shouldn't, at least that's what she thought the proper thing to do would be. "That's beside the point," Hermione settled on. "What time is it anyway? And who let you in?"

"It's about nine thirty. And the doors have been open for me all night. Same on the other side. You were completely out when I-" he said but stopped himself quickly.

Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked down. She still had on her clothes from the night before but didn't remember tucking myself into the covers. "Did you check on me last night?" she asked. Draco didn't answer, just looked away. "Why?"

Hermione already knew the answer, but she figured he might as well say it. He wasn't as difficult to understand as he thought. "I wanted to make sure you hadn't left. That we were actually going...through with this."

She nodded and sat up, running hands through her hair and backing away from Malfoy to hide her morning breath. He simply looked at her with an odd yet slightly scornful look, like he was disgusted with himself for even saying such a thing. Then his emotioned features were gone and replaced with his numb look of nothingness.

"They have asked that you wear a dress to the ceremony. If you'd like we can go for a late breakfast when you're ready." Hermione watched him speak, doing her best to not watch his lips the entire time. "I'll be across the hall when you're ready to go," Draco finished. He left without another word, leaving Hermione to sit flustered and out of breath, still in her wrinkled button down and skirt.

As soon as Draco shut the door behind him, Hermione was on her feet, running to the peep hole on the door. She went up on her tiptoes and looked out, just catching Draco open his door and enter in. He had looked rather handsome in his suit and tie. Damn it all.

Hermione turned around frantically and looked around the room for anything that could be of use. The robe. She threw on Draco's robe from the night before, inhaling his scent without meaning to. She flung open the door and stormed across the hall, knocking loudly on Draco's door.

He opened it slowly and motioned to the doorknob, catching Hermione in silence at his sudden presence. "It's unlocked you know."

Hermione smiled nervously and blurted out, "Would you like to wait in my room while I get ready? You know, just so you're not alone or anything?" The hell was her problem?

Draco smirked and stepped out of the doorway, dangerously close to Hermione's body as she didn't dare move. He shut his door behind him yet again and said, "You'll have to move if I'm to go to your room."

Draco laid back on Hermione's bed, listening to the sound of water slapping against tile walls. She had asked him to come back to her room while she got ready...Granted she had taken her dress and undergarments discreetly with her into the bathroom so he would only see the end product, but he couldn't complain. The room smelled of her and her glorious scent, one he had only noticed the night before when he had kissed her goodnight. Draco was still confused and conflicted with his actions. He didn't love this girl, but why was he acting like she was the only one he had? Maybe because she really was. At least at this point.

But, there was the fact that she didn't trust him. Not one bit. She may have let him into her room and allowed him to kiss her, but that didn't mean she had forgotten about their past. She hadn't forgotten all of the words he had spewed her way, the way he worked against the cause. If she forgave him, it'd be a miracle. Better a miracle then the rest of his life looking for the exit sign.

The water was turned off and wet feet were planted on the floor. Draco listened closely, just listened, to the quiet sounds of Hermione getting ready. He could hear a whoosh of air, one he knew was drying her brown silky hair, and a towel dropping to the floor. Since when did he believe her hair was silky? He didn't effing care for her, dammit. He had done his best to forget about her since the first time they came into contact...so what made him feel her every move now?

Hermione opened the bathroom door after a moment or so and Draco sat up on the bed. She was wearing a knee length deep purple dress. She was barefoot and shoving earrings into her ears, the ends of her hair still damp. Draco watched as she bent forward at the mirror and pulled out makeup from a small bag. He was intrigued, just watching her use some freaky mechanical device to curl her lashes and then coating them in a thick black substance. He felt odd really, watching her, especially as she started applying a pink tinted chapstick. She already had nice features though, Draco considered. Though he supposed maybe he had just never known she wore anything, thinking it was always just...her? She was slipping on black heels then, good looking ones too.

She could feel Draco's eyes on her. Somehow it didn't bother Hermione as much as she would have thought. It wasn't odd. He'd be looking at her for...a long time now. Might as well get used to it.

"Can you believe it?" Hermione asked. She noticed Draco's leg was bouncing.

He shook his head. "No. I really can't." Draco checked his watch. "I really can't. We should go eat soon anyway."

Hermione nodded and looked at herself once more in the mirror, spinning around and checking to see her dress and hair were in order. When she was satisfied she turned to Draco and said, "I'm ready if you are."

Draco stood up and buttoned his suit. He looked handsome and this time Hermione would admit it. He took her hand in his and said, "For appearances. The Panel you know?"

Hermione nodded her head and blushed slightly. Appearances or not she liked this hand that Draco owned. It felt the same as the day before; smooth but rough around the edges. They exited the room together and went to their left, down the hall and out to the main vestibule.

A few other couples were out and about, not many that Hermione recognized. Not that she could even think. Draco had leaned down and was whispering in her ear. She didn't give a damn that it was him. Any man this attractive with his lips so tantalizingly close to her ear was alright in her book. "Are you alright? You seem quite tense."

Hermione gulped. "Well it's not helping that you're whispering to me right now," she said back only loud enough for him to hear. A fake smile was on her face though she doubted anyone could see through it besides her close friends. Maybe one day him too.

Draco chuckled and said back, "That's not what I asked. Though I'm glad to see you find me inf-"

"I don't find you to be anything, Malfoy. And to answer your question, I'm just nervous. It's not everyday a girl get's married."

Draco squeezed her hand a bit tighter. "Don't be worried. It's just me, you know."

Hermione laughed. "Yeah. Just you," she looked up at him. "That's the problem."

Author's Note: Marriage is coming soon. Don't worry it's actually going to happen.

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