Ok, just to let everyone know, This is actually my first attempt at a Harry Potter universe fic that I'm actually letting people read. I really dont know how good it is, I personally feel like it's very lacking and pointless at the moment. However, I'm going to keep soldiering on and hope that it works out.

Also, I would like to say that if anyone is displeased with my portrayal of Draco actually being a human being, I apoligize. I will not change my perspective on him. He is one of my favorite characters, and I personally do see him as being a very misunderstood teenager who is really not as evil a bastard as everyone thinks he is. I believe its all merely an act to please his father. No I do not believe he is abused, although I dont know, but I think he'd do anything (almost) to please his father, hence why he's such a prick. But once you get to book 6... well lets just say his actions scream "I dont really want to do this!" to me.

Disclaimer: still dont own anything

Chapter 4

It had been a month since Draco Malfoy had the stupid idea of trying to keep Granger from killing herself. It was stupid indeed. Shortly after he mouthed of about it to Potter he discovered a nice little surprise in his common room. Potter and Granger sitting all cozily on the couch talking about how happy they were to be rooming again. Again! How many times have they bloody well roomed together in the past! Something weird was going on with those two. Rooming together! So, he had decided to just blow it off. It was starting to give him a headache. Afterall, that old coot Dumbledore couldnt possibly be stupid enough to let those two idiots room together. Here he was, a whole month later, and damn it all if Potter wasnt still ruining the air he was forced to breathe.

Hermione on the other hand had come leaps and bounds. Having Harry around more often was doing wonders for her health and her well being. She still didnt quite know what Harry told Professor Dumbledore to let him stay in the Head's dorm. Harry even managed to convince Dumbledore to put in another room so that they wouldnt technically be sharing. He had to go through Hermione's room to get to his room, but that never bothered him a bit. Besides, they didnt want Draco getting the idea in his head. If he did, it would only be a matter of time before Pansy Parkinson would be living here too. Afterall, she did tend to make visits quite often already.

Harry was quite pleased as well. He had managed to boost Hermione's spirits enough to have her eating again. She was almost back to her normal weight, and he couldnt be happier. Well, that wasnt a total truth, he could be happier, but with Hermione just starting to recover from her episode, he didnt think it wise to let her in on his little secret. Harry had been madly in love with Hermione for years. It took him a while to realize, but after several failed attempts at relationships, he finally figured it out. He could remember that time with Hermione and Ron had sort of dated. He was never quite sure if what they were really ever counted as dating or not. It was the weirdest thing he'd ever had the displeasure of witnessing. The thought of Hermione with Ron made him sick. He didnt hold it against Ron, for he had never even told Ron of his feelings. After Ron and Hermione finally decided that they were better off friends, Harry decided it was high time to let Ron in on it.

One night a few weeks later, Harry had taken Ron aside after dinner and stumbled through his speech. Ron was somewhat upset at first, but realizing the truth behind Harry's words, and the fact that he had honestly never felt that degree about Hermione himself, Ron gave his blessings. Harry had been so relieved after that he snuck out and bought lots of firewhiskey. When he had returned, he and Ron set out to see just how drunk they could get before they got sick. They had almost done it too. The next morning, neither of them puked, but they both felt like shit. After swearing never to drink again, Harry and Ron repeated the same actions the following weekend. The celebration this time, Ron and Lavendar had gotten back together.

So far, all was well. I guess he would just have to wait and find out though. Harry had decided that he'd wait a few weeks and see how Hermione was doing. If she was doing better, maybe then he'd attempt to fill her in as well.

Hermione woke one morning around a month and a half after Harry had started staying in the room adjacent to her own. She was still really quite glad he was around. She honestly didnt think she'd ever felt better in her life. Rolling out of bed, she walked over to the slightly ajar door that led into Harry's room. He was still asleep. She walked over to him and studied his features for a moment. He was so damn cute when he was asleep. His hair all unkempt, arm curled around the top of his head, and a look of pure content on his face. She almost couldnt bare to wake him up. Almost.

Giggling quietly to herself, Hermione reached out and ruffled the sleeping Harry's hair. That seemed to be enough to wake him these days. She supposed it was due to all of the nightmares she had had during his first three weeks here. Harry would always race in and save her right before something horrible happened. He would gently but swiftly wake her and then lay with her until she fell asleep again. It really meant a lot to her that he was here.

"Mmm... just five more minutes..." Harry mumbled sleepily and tried to roll back over.

"Oh come off it Harry, I know you're awake," she grinned at him and jumped onto the bed next to him. Sitting cross legged and facing him, she continued to grin and stare in his direction.

Feeling the eyes lingering on him he new he couldnt win, but decided to tease her a little while longer. It was Saturday afterall, there was no rush to get out of bed. "Go way Mione. I'm tired," he grumbled pretending to shoo her off without even opening his eyes.

Hermione leaned over Harry and started tickling his sides. "Wake up Wake up Wake up!"

"Alright Alright!" Harry laughed, giving in. He couldnt compete with that. At least not this soon after waking up. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, Harry puller her back down with him. Holding her there, he sighed and wanted really bad to go back to sleep. God he loved Saturdays. It seemed every Saturday for the last four weeks he had somehow managed to get Hermione to lie with him like this for some amount of time. It was heaven for him.

He leaned over to kiss her temple, but Hermione had surned to face him at the same time, and he managed to kiss her on the cheek right at the corner of her mouth. Slightly surprised, he just watched her for a moment, hoping he hadn't screwed up.

Hermione had to admit that the kiss was unexpected, and from the look on Harry's face the feeling was indeed mutual. She couldnt stop herself from gazing at him though. That little kiss had sent a jolt all the way to her toes. Deciding to throw caustion to the wind, Hermione leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He hesitantly kissed back, almost as if testing the water. He must have gotten the result he was looking for, because he quickly deepened their kiss.

Harry was in heaven. He couldnt believe Hermione was laying here in his bed and snogging him. It was better than anything his dreams could have come up with.

Over the course of the next week or so, they ended up in the same position several times. Finally after one such time, Hermione decided it was time they talked about what was going on between them.

"Harry?"

"Yea?" he answered, looking down his chest at her.

"I was wondering... what are we?" She chanced a glance up at him.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, moving them into a sitting position.

"Well, are we just friends, or have we become more?" He could tell she was nervous about asking him, but he was overjoyed. He had been wondering the same thing himself recently.

"We will always be friends, Hermione, but I was kind of hoping we could also be more," he smiled at her.

"Harry Potter, are you asking me out?" she grinned up at him.

"Only if you're saying yes, Hermione Granger." his smile turned into more of a playful smirk.

"Well, lets see them. What's in it for me?" she teased.

Showing mock surprise at her, he answered "Well then, Hermione! Is having only the hottest guy in all of Hogwarts not enough!"

Slapping him playfully on the arm she rose up to kiss him again, knocking them both back down on the bed in the process. "Of course, you're enough. And yes, I would love to."