A/N : Hullo! Here's the third chapter and I am chuffed that people are actually reading this!

Disclaimer : Its JKR's. And she'd be happy to know that HPs have relegated John Grishams to the second row in my shelf!

"Granger, I know I'm devilishly handsome and compared to Potty and Weasel, I must be breathtaking to your eyes. But all your staring is making me a tad uncomfortable," he said with that (in)famous smirk of his, then turned on his heel and went into the room, slamming the door shut with a bang, leaving Hermione to look wide-eyed and splutter in his wake.

Chapter Three :

After a few moments of just standing there stupidly, she gave her head a little shake and looked around.

She was feeling tired, her head ached a bit – though that must have been 'coz of her head thumping, she thought. And living with Malfoy meant that she would be in for a lot of migraines in the future. She sighed. The books would have to wait.

She walked over to her Head Girl room and opened the door. It was larger than her bedroom back at home, it had a four poster bed like that one in her old dorm though instead of the red and gold hangings and sheets these were just white. Her trunk was placed at the foot of the bed. A cupboard stood in a corner. She walked around the bed and pushed aside the crisp white drapes, there was a large window. It was drizzling outside, the glass spotted with little drops of rain. She sighed again, her breath misting the glass.

Well, she thought, she'd better get ready for bed and changed into her pajamas. She fished out her toothbrush from the trunk and headed out of the room for the bathroom.

On her way out to the hall she spotted the door ajar to the opposite room. The room was dark. Malfoy must have gone out somewhere, maybe to the Slytherin common room to get some tips on how best to make her life miserable, not that he needed any, Hermione thought glumly, or may be whine loudly about how he was being forced to share the dorm with a lowly, untouchable creature like her, putting on his martyr act so that Pansy would smile up adoringly up at her brave hero, she huffed and walked on towards the bathroom.

She put the clip between her teeth as she twisted and put up her hair with one hand and opened the door with another. And then she froze, her mouth fell open and the clip fell to the floor with a clatter. There before the sink stood Malfoy – only in his silk, green boxer shorts – with his back to her. He really was very pale. Hearing the noise Malfoy spun around, his toothbrush dangling from his mouth, his pale cheeks reddening a bit.

"Granger!" he shouted looking furious, "don't you know how to knock?"

Shaken from her state of shock, she immediately shut her eyes tight, "I didn't know you'd be here!" she squeaked, backing out of the room blindly.

"Well, what if I was taking a shower or something? Do you know how horrific that'd have been for me, to let a mudblood see me that way?!" Malfoy was screaming shrilly.

"WHA – eek!" Hermione said, picturing the image and stumbled on the threshold and fell on her back with a 'thump!'.

Just then she heard the door slam shut in her face with Malfoy yelling, "And stay out!", from inside.

She finally opened her eyes, got up shakily and hurried to her room. Throwing back her toothbrush into her trunk and collapsing on the bed, she decided to let dental hygiene go to hell, what she had to do now was to banish the image of Malfoy nearly naked with his wet hair falling into his eyes and his pale flawless skin, his fit body – not bulky but athletic, nice and toned –

WAIT! What! No, no, no, no…..

She groaned, covering her eyes with her hand, Malfoy was not attractive! What was the world coming to? Nope! He was the ferret!

The ferret – pale, blond, tall, with those nasty gray silverish eyes…..

Oh God! Hermione sat up on the bed rubbing her temples. Its just been a long day, she told herself, all I need now is sleep. And with that, she pulled up her sheets, curled up like a tight ball clutching her knees and closed her eyes. Tomorrow will bring some semblance of normalcy to my life, she hoped fervently before falling asleep immediately. But she would never have guessed how wrong she was going to be.

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A/N: I know another short chapter! The next one – hopefully a long one – is being furiously typed, so don't be mad at me.

So there you go, Hermione realizes that our Draco is absolutely scrumptious (delectable, divine, absolutely mouth watering – are some other words to describe)! So how long do you think it takes for her to fall for him? Hmmm….