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Chapter 4

Malfoy wasn't kidding when he said our day would be pretty crap. I'd spent all night wondering what he could have meant. I mean, I'm not naïve, I had a vague idea that he was attempting to flirt with me; but the idea was absolutely ridiculous. Not only am I a muggleborn Gryffindor and he's a pureblood Slytherin, I'm also the girl he quite frankly couldn't stand for six years, and the feeling was mutual. I know he's changed allegiance but how can you believe something for your entire life and then suddenly stop caring about it? I believe he knows he was wrong; I'm just not sure what his new approach is. I think it must be that's he's trying to get a rise out of me, after all, his favourite hobby besides Quidditch was annoying me. Yes, that'll be it.

Anyway, as this was keeping me awake, I got about five hours sleep which led to me oversleeping and I missed breakfast. When I slept in the Gryffindor house dorms, my friends would always come and check on me if I overslept in case I was ill or something but obviously they wouldn't know, and they certainly couldn't come up here to check. Having slept through my alarm, I found that I woke up with only about 10 minutes to go before the start of potions. I got up and literally threw my clothes on and whacked my hair up into a ponytail, I couldn't bother with makeup, not that I wear much anyway. I silently cursed Draco for pretty much everything; the fact I was up all night, the fact I'd got up late and the fact my hair looked like a lion's mane. The last one wasn't his fault, but I desperately needed someone to blame and as usual, the Slytherin prat sprang to mind. Not that I was thinking about him or anything…

I sprinted down to the dungeons with about 40 seconds to spare which I'm sure looked absolutely hilarious to all the students I was passing, their sophisticated Head Girl rushing around because she can't even control her sleeping patterns. When I finally made it, I see Malfoy standing with Parkinson and Zabini and as I enter the room, he looks me up and down then smirks, evidently amused at fact I have literally just fallen out of bed. I go to take my usual seat, the table in front of Ron and Harry- who have headed straight for the back when Professor Slughorn makes an unexpected announcement.

"This year, to promote inter-house relationships, I have come up with a seating plan that means every Gryffindor is sitting next to a Slytherin of the opposite sex. I think, to set a good example, our Head Boy and Girl can have the far back right, as they're surely trustworthy." He said, laughing to himself as I looked ridiculously out of breath and Malfoy looked downright smug. I tried not to think about what was going through his head, and I prayed that everyone else wasn't thinking the same. However, the entire class was stunned into silence. We're nineteen for crying out loud and someone is choosing our seats for us. This must have dawned on the rest of the class around the same time as protest erupted from the students.

"This is bullshit!"

"For god's sake, anyone would think we're babies!"

"Professor please-"

"SILENCE!" Slughorn yelled. "Malfoy. Granger. Move. Now."

I wasn't going to argue with that and I think Draco had the same idea. After that outburst, Slughorn went back to his usual cheerful self and the class progressed. Harry was sitting with Parkinson and Ron had been landed with Astoria Greengrass. Now she was a complete bitch if there ever was one. What confused me about her was that she was a natural blonde, not dissimilar to Malfoy's, yet she drew her eyebrows on, and they were pitch black. Stop being a bitch, Hermione. I scold myself, I'm not normally bothered about what people look like but this just looks ridiculous.

It was only when we had to work on the practical, I realised how lucky I was to be sitting with Draco. He was really good at potions and quite frankly, it was nice to be able to progress quickly, without having to do everything like I may have had to if I'd been with Zabini, who looked completely incompetent. Malfoy was able to do everything quickly and efficiently and we were allowing ours to simmer when the lesson finished whilst most other pairs hadn't made it passed the third step. Needless to say, Slughorn was extremely impressed and both of our houses got twenty points.

It was my free now, so I was planning to go back to my dorm and sort my hair out. As I was heading up from the dungeons, Malfoy walked up next to me.

"Heading back to the dorm are you, Granger? Surely you can't be tired after your little lie-in."

"Shut up, Malfoy. How did you know I overslept?" I said, suddenly self-conscious for a reason I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"'Cause I heard you alarm going off. But I thought I'd leave you because you were clearly tired. I was going to make an excuse if you were late," he said with a small smile. I swear he must have split personalities. One minute he's being a sarky git, and the next he's being lovely.

I just called Draco Malfoy lovely.

Oh god. What's happening to me? It must be all the pressure of those bloody inter-house relationships. Yes, that'll be it, I reassure myself.

We walk up to the dorm and spend the entire hour bantering about which of us is better at potions. We decide that we are equal and we'll wait until we take our NEWTs. He doesn't stand a chance! We walk to transfiguration together, laughing about the look Ron and Astoria gave each other when Slughorn read their names out. We then went into our respective friend groups and the boys were giving me rather suspicious looks.

"What the bloody hell was that all about?" Ron asked incredulously. Even Harry seemed to be thinking along the same lines. Trust them not to understand that we practically live together now; I don't have a choice whether I like him or not, being civil is a necessity when you're sleeping less than 20 metres away from someone. Before I have a chance to explain myself, I realise the whole class has gone into the classroom and I'm actually late because of how annoyed I am at their immaturity. I hurry in but the only available seat is next to Malfoy. This isn't going to do anything to convince them that our relationship is purely profession. I sit down half-heartedly.

"Are you stalking me or something, because there's better ways to get my attention, and certainly more private situations that you could use, because that free could have been spent doing something much more… entertaining."

"Piss off, Malfoy." I said, but I could help smiling at his pitiful attempts to either rile or impress me.