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'Granger!' Draco hissed, as he shook her. She screamed and slapped his face. 'Ow!'

Hermione woke up, her face bushier than before. She wiped her eyes and saw Draco, squeezing his eyes tight from the pain of Hermione's slap.

'Oh my god, I am so sorry!' she gasped and touched his cheeks, checking if there were any marks on his pale face. Obviously, she forgot who the person is.

Draco pushed her lightly away from him. 'Don't touch me, filth.'

Hermione blinked and glared at him quickly. 'Fine.'

Draco rolled his eyes and ruffled his hair; he got off the bed and went to the bathroom. Hermione didn't know that he was already moving, sat on the bed sulking when she was pulled to the floor.

'Malfoy! You could've told me that your moving!' she snapped, getting up with the support of the bedside table. For the whole week Draco was mean (meaner than before) towards her ever since their talk about Draco being a death eater.

'Well, come on.' He drawled lazily and walked to the bathroom. Hermione groaned inwardly and as soon as Draco slammed the door shut, Hermione put on earplugs and stood by the door easily. After Draco's bad experience of almost breaking the door down, they complained to Dumbledore, he cast a spell on them so they could stand further from each other.

Draco came out, a towel wrapped around his waist. Hermione scrunched her nose in disgust and looked away, a blush slowly creeping up her cheeks. Unfortunately, Draco noticed and smirked.

'Like what you see, Granger?' he said with a smug look on his face.

'Hah.' she huffed, still not looking at him in the eye. Her cheeks were redder than before. 'Sure.'

Draco walked over to her and lifted her chin up with his finger. Hermione moved her head away, stepping back by their closeness. They've been close to each other like this but somehow this time, Hermione couldn't breathe properly.

'Of course you are.' He said huskily, stepping closer to her. Hermione looked down at her feet, uncomfortable by their sudden closeness. He smirked superiorly at her.

'Please move.' She said, lightly pushing him.

He snorted but stood there. She finally looked at him in the eye, and pushed past him. She went to take her change of clothes and went into the bathroom, slamming the door. She threw her clothes on the sink and leaned on the door. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, Draco was just toying with her feelings.

Not like she felt anything though.

She quickly showered and changed into her everyday clothes since it was a Saturday. She opened the door and saw Draco, dressed as well. She looked outside the window, it was starting to snow.

'Whatever you're thinking, I am not going outside.' He told her as she wrapped her Gryffindor scarf around her neck. She tied her hair to a messy bun and put on a small hat. 'Granger, did you hear what I said?'

'Yeah I did.' She replied and put on her coat. 'I want to go outside, besides, I promised Ginny I'll meet her there.'

'Just the Girl Weasley?' he asked and she shrugged. 'Whatever, but you two better hurry up. I don't want to get dirty-.'

Hermione put her finger on his lips. 'Shut up, I'm begging you.'

As they walked, Draco rolled his eyes. There was nothing he could do anyway; this girl would cast a spell on him if she had to. He grabbed his coat and they made their way out of the castle. He saw Hermione smiling cheerfully when he saw the Weasley Girl.

A scowl was slowly forming on his face as they approached the redhead. Then, he saw a black-haired boy and another redhead coming towards them.

'Granger, I thought she was only coming!' he hissed into her ear.

'Well, I guess they wanted to tag along.' Hermione smiled and waved at them. Ron came over to them, a glare suddenly on his face.

'What is he doing here?'

'It's not like I have a choice, Weasel.' Draco snapped and looked away from the Gryffindors. 'Your girlfriend forced me into this.'

Ron's ears reddened as he turned away from them, Harry was telling a joke to them as Draco walked further away from them. He looked at the muggle born and saw her laughing out loud. Apparently the joke was funny, he saw Ron throwing a snowball at her.

'Ron!' she gasped, laughing with joy. She made another snowball and threw it at Ron, who ducked and it hit Harry instead. Soon, there was a fight.

Draco slumped down, sitting on the cold snow. He looked at Hermione and hated her even more now, her hair falling on her face. She always had it her way but for some reason, he didn't mind. He'd rather be alone then spend it with his Slytherin friends.

'Bloody hell.' He muttered darkly to himself, and walked over to them. 'Granger, come on let's go.'

Everyone stopped playing and glared at Draco, who ruffled his blonde hair. Hermione pouted and threw the snowball down. 'Why?'

'Why?' Draco scoffed. 'Your really asking me that question?'

'Yeah.' She replied.

'Because I don't want to stay here with a bunch of blood traitors, throwing each other snowballs like children. Excusing you Weasel, your considered as one.' He snapped, and grabbed Hermione's elbow. She jerked it back. 'What are you doing?'

'I want to spend time with my friends then stay up there in that stuffy common room with you.' She said coldly, crossing her arms.

The girl was testing his patience. 'For the last time, let's go.'

She stepped back, her face still looking stony. 'No.'

'You stupid girl!' he shouted, his eyes flashing angrily at her. 'Stop testing my patience!'

'Or what, Malfoy?' she retort.

'You bloody mudblood.' He hissed loudly, so everybody around him could hear. His eyes were now slits, glaring daggers at her. Then he was knocked down the ground, his head throbbing with pain.

Draco looked up and saw Weasley, breathing heavily. Harry held him from pummeling him. Draco raised his hand to his nose; there was blood trailing down below his nose. He slowly stood up and gave a look of detest to the redhead.

'Don't ever say that again.' Ron growled.

'Thatbloody mudblood.' He spat and another punch was thrown to him, he fell back to the ground. There was more blood.

'Ron!' Hermione cried, rushing to Draco, kneeling right next to him. She took off her scarf, brunched it up and placed it under his nose.

'Let go of me, mudblood!' Draco snapped at Hermione, tried to push her away but she slapped his hand away. 'I don't need your help!'

'Oh, shut up Malfoy.' She said.

'What the bloody hell are you doing?' Ron snapped at Hermione, Harry and Ginny held him back. 'Did you hear what he said to you, Hermione?'

'Yes, Ron.' Hermione breathed as she helped him up. Draco had no energy to push her anymore and just let her support him. 'Perfectly clear.'

'Then why are you helping the git?'

'Look at him, Ronald!' Hermione yelled, taking Draco to the Hospital Wing. 'He's bleeding all over!'

'Where are you taking him?'

'To the Hospital Wing, where else?'

Hermione moved faster, leaving her friends behind. Many people stopped to stare at the both of them as they climbed the grand staircase. He was slowly becoming unconscious as she pushed the door open and reached the Hospital Wing.

She opened the door and Madam Pomfrey came bustling towards them.

'What happened to Mr. Malfoy?' she asked, examining the unconscious boy.

'He got into a fight.' Hermione replied and the nurse took the scarf from his bleeding nose. She tossed it on the table and led Draco to the ward.

'You stay here, Ms. Granger.'

'It's not like I can go anywhere.' Hermione muttered to herself as she sat down. After minutes, she walked into the ward and saw curtains draped all round his bed. She pulled the curtains and saw the nurse, putting an ice bag on his forehead.

'I've mended the minor wounds but he has a huge headache' she informed Hermione who breathed a sigh of relief. The nurse stared suspiciously at her before leaving. 'You can stay here and help hold this ice bag.'

Hermione nodded and sat on chair next to his bed. She started twiddling her thumbs, a sign of nervousness and she didn't understand why.

She pushed a stand of hair out of his face and placed the ice bag carefully on his forehead. 'You stupid ferret.' She said. 'I don't know why I even helped you but you deserve getting hit.'

'Thanks for making me feel better, Granger.'

She jumped and stared at Draco, who grunted with pain as he turned. His head moved to the side and looked at Hermione. She sat there, staring at him back.

They didn't say anything for a while, just staring into each other's eyes. Draco was trying to read her eyes but failed, she tried to do the same thing but she too, was unsuccessful.

The two teenagers continued staring hard at each other. Hermione licked her lip and finally broke the eye contact. 'Now your blood is all over my favourite scarf.'

'Good to know.' He replied lazily as usual, he smirked at her. 'At least mine is cleaner than yours.'

'You better be thankful Madam Pomfrey is outside or I would give you another nose bleed.' She threatened and sat back on her chair. He raised his brows and shook his head. He lifted his eyes and gazed at the girl.

After a while, she noticed him staring at her. 'What?'

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. She smirked and stood up to leave the ward. She was about to leave when Draco said something to her.

'Thanks, Granger.' He said.

'No problem, Malfoy.' she replied with no hint of astonishment, shock or anything related. It was as if she knew he was going to say that.

She left the ward with a small smile on her face.


Author's Note:

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