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Chapter 3

Studying...

Draco paid the man and they headed back to the University. Classes were good. In Physics Draco fell asleep, in Child Development Hermione almost got detention for slapping Draco for falling asleep, in Journalism, they started writing...stuff, and in The Arts Draco had to read something from his book. And he rocked!

"Oh my goodness Draco, you were amazing! You're my screen saver!" A random blonde yelled after they left. Hermione gave him a look as he stared.

"What? I like her hair. Blonde's a nice color..." Hermione shook her head.

"Are we going to study or not?" Hermione asked.

"Of course we are, me looking at a chic's hair does not make me not want to learn what it's like to be educated like well educated Granger. Written and Quoted by Hermione Granger." Draco smirked and Hermione frowned.

"You know our Journalism teacher, Ms. Pratt?"

"Yeah..."

"She's such a jerk!"

"Sassy much?" Draco asked tugging at his knapsack. Gosh, it was easier when you could just make it light, instead of having to trudge it around like an anvil.

"What? She reminds me of Professor Trewaleny. She was crazy."

"No, she was...different. She was like, a second mother..., she always made sure to tell me I had an exciting future of darkness and wars, yippee!" Hermione just stared. "What?"

"Don't ever say yippee again."

"Why, it's cute!"

"Okay...stop saying cute too. It doesn't fit. Just...shut up."

"Just...shut up."

"Stop mocking me."

"Stop-

Draco didn't get a chance to continue because Hermione just opened a door, and the brass numbers A12 hit him square in the face.

"OW!" he complained, as he clutched his nose.

"Ow..." she said, as they walked in. They looked around. Their were two doors, which they guessed were bedrooms, a living room with a couch, a TV, a mini fridge, and a lamp on two desks, with stacks of books and a giant bookshelf.

Hermione opened one of the bedrooms, which revealed a twin sized bed, a dresser, a lamp on a side table, and a mirror. The other one had the same. Then she walked back in the living room, and realized on top of the fridge was a microwave.

"How in the world am I supposed to know what this stuff is?" Draco said as he looked at the TV. Hermione decided to scare him. She picked up the remote and turned it on.

"AHH!" Draco yelled, and fell on the couch. Hermione was leaning on the couch after doubling over, and she was laughing hard. Draco, angrily, grabbed her wrist and flipped her onto him. She immediately stopped. She looked down at him, and then she laughed again, and so did Draco, but he was sad the moment was ruined. She rolled over, and sat next to him. Once she calmed down she pulled out a text book.

"Philosophy first. Your obviously having issues with it." She jokingly tapped her fingers on the hard cover of the text book. Once Draco got his, they both got on their elbows on the floor, and began to read sections, Hermione taking the lead, telling him when to write notes, or what to highlight or underline. Soon Hermione got drowsy. Draco laid on his arms which were now flat on the floor, and Hermione fell out on his shoulder. Draco slowly lifted, and Hermione groaned, and grabbed his shoulders so her 'pillow' would stay down.

"Bad doggy," she muttered, and Draco had to stifle a laugh. He combed his fingers through her curly hair, and, when he was sure she was sleep, he kissed her forehead, and then laid down beside her.