Hello! So this is a pretty short chapter and for that I apologize. I hope to make up for it in the next one. Thankyou SO MUCH to everyone who reviewed or favorited, you guys are the best! Anyway, enjoy!
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"Draco, what is this place?" Hermione asked, stepping through the doors into the room beyond. It was a grand space, with a tall arcing ceiling that reached high above their heads. The room itself was filled with every sort of thing you could possibly imagine, and Hermione was pretty sure she could even see a kitchen sink.

"The Room of Hidden Things. I found it last year when I needed a place to hide from Pansy." Draco replied, following her inside and closing the door behind him.

"But this is impossible! It's not in Hogwarts, A History!"

Draco nodded, sitting down in a large red armchair. "I know, that's what I thought too. I think it's unplottable."

"Wait, you've read Hogwarts, A History?" Asked Hermione disbelievingly, trying not to let her excitement show on her face. Neither Ron nor Harry would touch the book no matter how many times she nagged them. She couldn't hate someone who could reference her favorite book, could she?

Draco waved her off. "Hasn't everyone?"

"I suppose so." Hermione replied quietly, taking a seat on a set of cabinets. "Draco?"

"Yes?" He drawled, looking up at her from beneath a fringe of pale blond hair.

"Why did you bring me here?"

He paused, pondering the question before he spoke. "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to... to show you. I like it here. It's, I don't know, safe I guess."

Hermione nodded slowly, not knowing how to respond. Never in all her years at Hogwarts had she heard Malfoy sound unsure of himself. She was beginning to realize a few things, the first thing being that she didn't really know Draco Malfoy at all. She looked over at him, allowing her eyes to see something more than the Muggleborn hating prat she always had.

He was attractive, in a pale, pointed sort of way. Not ferrety, just sharp, all angles. He was tall, even taller than Harry, with a muscular seeker's build and the lithe grace of a cat. She could see why half of her house found him attractive. He had his eyes closed and was lounged on the armchair, a serene expression on his face. It looked odd on him, as used as she was to his smirk.

"You're staring at me." He drawled without even opening his eyes. "Aren't you."

Hermione quickly adverted her gaze, feeling her face color. "No I'm not."

"But you were." He opened his eyes, fixing her with his steely gray ones. A small smile crept across his lips. "It's okay. I don't mind."

Hermione stood up quickly, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Malfoy, I really should go. I haven't eaten breakfast and-"

He raised an pale eyebrow. Hermione got the unpleasant feeling that he could read every single conflicting emotion on her face and was enjoying it immensely. How was it that he could make her feel so awkward? What was she, some bumbling first year? "Granger what's wrong with just sitting here? Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Draco be serious. I can't hang out with you. It pretty much goes against everything we've done since we got to this school!" Hermione threw her hands in the air, trying and failing to keep her exasperation off her face. Draco couldn't just waltz into her life like this. She wasn't going to let him.

"Why not?" He asked her seriously, sitting up and resting his elbows on his knees.

"Because! Harry, we, because, it just wouldn't work!"

He made a disapproving noise. "And you think purebloods are prejudiced."

"But that's different." Hermione protested, determined not to lose the upper hand. Still, she had to admit he had raised a valid point. Sure the Slytherins weren't the nicest kids in the school, but the rest of the school wasn't particularly nice to them either.

He stood up, straightening his tie. "Sure it's different." He stretched his arms above his head, smiling like someone who knew just how attractive he was. The boy had an ego the size of a whale.

"You deserve all you get. You're all a bunch of bullies" Hermione repeated with more conviction than she felt. Hermione Granger was not the kind of girl to back down, not even from Draco Malfoy.

Draco took a confident step toward her, leaning until their noses nearly touched. He parted his lips slightly and Hermione could feel his warm breath on her mouth. Hermione wasn't sure where to look. She couldn't look down at his lips, but if she looked away he'd know she was nervous. She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. Steeling herself, she met his gaze head on. "You think on that Hermione, and we can continue out little verbal sparring match during potions tomorrow. I'll save you a seat." And with a teasing wink, he whirled around and left, leaving Hermione wondering what on Earth had just happened.

'He better not make a habit of this.' She muttered darkly, striding out after him. 'Or I may have to kill someone.'

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Oh Hermione, you can't win an argument with Draco Malfoy. (: Please review, I really appreciate it!