It's chapter 4, yay! It's pretty long too, which should make you guys happy…or at least it better. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter…though I must give props to J.K. Rowling for her awesomeness and creating such a good series. XD

It was early in the morning when Hermione awoke, groggy and disoriented. She was trying to figure out where she was and why she had woken up, when movement next to her captured her attention. Draco was shaking and moaning in his sleep, a tortured expression on his face. Leaning over, Hermione shook him by the shoulder, "Draco wake up…"

He suddenly sat straight up, his eyes snapping open, as he looked around blindly. Finally, whatever inner demons he was fighting seemed to vanish as his gray eyes landed on Hermione.

"What's wrong?" he asked, lying back down.

"I'm fine, it's you I'm worried about…it looked like you were having a nightmare," Hermione responded moving closer.

"It's nothing..."

Laying her hand on his arm, she whispered, "It didn't look like nothing, talk to me."

"It's a memory from when I was a Death Eater; I haven't had it in years…" Draco said, rubbing a hand over his face.

"I'm listening…"

Draco sighed, "It's the memory of you getting tortured by Aunt Bella at Malfoy Manor…"

"What…but why would you have a nightmare from that, loads of people got tortured there…? And you said you had the same nightmare years ago, but just again, tonight." Hermione asked probingly.

Draco turned his face away, "I don't know…"

Hermione grabbed his face, and turned it to hers, "You don't sound like you don't know to me…tell me why you had that nightmare back then…and why now?"

"Because I had a crush on you in school, happy now…? I knew my father would never allow me to be with someone who was Muggle-born, he'd rather kill me first, so I treated you like I hated you. I was so scared of dying…but seeing you get tortured was unbearable, I felt like a cockroach, just standing there not doing anything. I was such a wimp back then, I liked you, but I wasn't willing to die to save you, and the guilt ate me alive. I guess being around you again brought it all back…"

Hermione was silent, hardly believing everything the man next to her had just revealed to her.

"I'm sorry I didn't help you back then…it shouldn't have mattered what happened to me. I was a horrible person anyway, I think it would've been an asset to the wizarding world if I had been killed. But you were standing up for good, you didn't deserve that…" Draco continued bitterly.

Laying her head on his shoulder, Hermione whispered, "You were a scared teenager, you would have been killed and still not have helped me. And don't talk like that, you're not the same person you were back then. But I must say, I do like this new you better than the old one…your so much nicer, even though you're still an arrogant prick sometimes…" Hermione teased, trying to light the mood and distract him from his bitter memories.

Draco pulled her into a tight hug, while saying, "You know it's nice to know I haven't lost the charm…I don't want to be like good old Potter and Weasel."

Hermione laughed, "What charm?"

"You mean you don't know," Draco gasped dramatically, before smiling wickedly, "I'll just have to show you…"

Draco pressed his lips against her, snogging her senseless, before he rolled away and headed for the kitchen, asking if Hermione was as starving as he was. Hermione just laid there, her hand on her lips, wondering if he knew the effect he had on her. She realized, while lying in his bed, that she had fallen for him, head over heels. She wasn't sure exactly what she saw in the stupid git, he was arrogant and could be a real jerk at times, but at the same time, he made her laugh and he could be tender and sweet. But people didn't fall in love in a day, did they? Sighing, she got out of the bed and made her way into the kitchen where Draco was frying eggs and bacon.

"It smells heavenly in here," Hermione said, sniffing the air.

Expertly filling two plates, he passed one to Hermione, and made his way to sit in front of the fireplace, and Hermione followed.

As she sat down, Draco asked, "You know, I never asked you how you ended up in my cabin?"

"Well I was walking to meet Harry and Ron at the cabin the three of us bought three years ago, when the snow started coming down harder," she said, pausing to take a bite of eggs, "So when I came across your cabin, and saw the smoke, I figured it was the right cabin, since I have only been there once. And well you know the rest."

"Why'd you guys buy a cabin out here?"

"To escape from the people who always want a picture, or autograph, from the victorious "Golden Trio"", Hermione said with disgust, "What they don't get, is there were loads of people that helped with the war, like Neville."

"I have to say he surprised me at the Final Battle," Draco said, between bites of his breakfast.

"Well anyway, we heard about this place from McGonagall, and we split the cost three ways and come up here to escape. What about you?"

"The same as you three…being an ex-Death Eater, makes people very wary of you. I was getting tired of the looks people would give me, some with hate in their eyes and some with fear. I stay at Malfoy Manor during the summer, but I spend the entire winter up here, to escape from everything," Draco said, finishing his bacon and standing up.

Struggling to her feet as well, Hermione followed him in the small kitchen. He stood in front of the sink, staring at the ice covered window, a broody look on his face. Setting her plate on the counter, she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head against his back. Hugging him tightly, she murmured, "You're not a bad person Draco…you might be prickly at times, but you turned yourself around after the war. I'm not gonna excuse what you did before the war, but you are no longer the same, and you need to stop beating yourself up."

Draco reached up and held one of her hands against his chest, "You called me Draco…"

"Yea, well, it seems silly and petty to keep calling you Malfoy….and its not the first time, I called you that when I was waking you up, so yea."

Turning around, he wrapped his arms around her, and whispered into her ear, "Well then I guess I need to start calling you Hermione…"

Hermione shivered, as her name rolled of his tongue. Looking up, she replied sassily, "You better, and don't you dare forget, or I'll hex you."

Draco chuckled at her exaggerated wink, before taking great delight as he reminded her, "You don't have your wand, so exactly how are you going to hex me, eh?"

Hermione looked pensive for a moment, before teasing him, "Well I guess I just wouldn't kiss you ever again until you had apologized and married me, and then I would never let you live it down. But your not going to forget, are you?"

"Oh no, Hermione, your bossiness is refreshing, but I wouldn't want a lifetime of it," Draco teased back, feeling like an ass when he saw a flash of hurt in her chocolate eyes.

"Anyway, I just thought of something, do you have any games or anything? It might make the time pass by sooner…" she said, changing the subject.

"Um, sure, I think I do somewhere," Draco replied, going and rummaging through the closet. Triumphantly he held up several boxes, including Game of Life and Twister.

"Those are Muggle games," Hermione said.

"Thank you for that astute observation, Hermione…" Draco replied sarcastically, before sitting in front of the fireplace and opening a box.

"You're welcome, you sarcastic arse," she responded, settling down across from him.

"Aw, how cute, you know such big girl words…" Draco said, smirking arrogantly.

"Shove it, now what are we playing?"

"I thought maybe we could play this one, its called "The Game of LIFE…"Draco said, "An odd name for a game if you tell me, life is in no way fun."

"It's a Muggle game you dolt, Muggles like to pretend this is what life is like," Hermione said, ripping the instructions out of his hand and starting to set it up, "What color do you want to be?"

Gazing at the tiny cars, Draco picked the green one, "So what are these things…?"

"They're called automobiles, Muggles use them to get from one place to another if they're too lazy to walk…" Hermione explained.

"Oh, well I always knew there was a good reason why I never wanted to be a Muggle…apparating is so much faster," Draco said, then followed Hermione's example and placed his car on start.

"So how'd you get these games anyway? It's obvious that you've never played them…so," Hermione asked.

"Oh they were a gag housewarming gift from Pansy and Blaise, they thought it would be funny. But they ended up getting shoved in that closet, until now…"

"Okay, back to the game, do you wanna start life right away, or go to college?"

"College…as in more school, hell no! I want to start life," Draco said.

"Okay, now spin this wheel, and move how many it says," Hermione told him, gesturing towards the wheel.

"Why…?"

"Just do it."

Draco spun a 10, and moved and stopped at the 'Pick A Career' space, confused he asked, "Now what?"

"Now you pick two cards and chose one of the careers…"

He drew two cards, looking at them, he found Plumber or Entertainer, chuckling he asked, "Do I really have to pick?"

"Yes," she responded, "Now just pick one."

"But why…?"

"Because it's just part of the game," Hermione snapped, starting to get irritated with the blonde man sitting across from her.

"Ok ok, fine, don't get your knickers in a twist," Draco muttered under his breath.

After he had finally picked the Entertainer, the game continued, with Hermione ending up as an Lawyer. Finally Draco landed on the 'Get Married' square, baffled at the game, he asked, "Why…do I have to get married, I'm quite happy being a single."

Frustrated, Hermione threw her hands up and cried, "Because it's part of the bloody game, and if you're going to ask 'why' at everything, then I'm done. And for your information, you aren't getting married for real, it's…just...a…game."

Draco flushed at Hermione's outburst, before replying, "I'm sorry if I don't understand this stupid Muggle game, I was asking cause I was trying to learn. But I forgot you're the ultimate know-it-all, you know everything, so excuse me."

"What?" Hermione asked, anger darkening her cheeks, "So even after everything, I'm still just a know-it-all, well thank you."

"You're welcome," Draco replied mockingly, standing up, "No if you'll excuse me, I'm doing something else."

Hermione, now standing as well, replied, "Well not if I do something first," and with that, she spun on her heel and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Draco stared at the door, trying to figure out exactly what had started the whole argument. Shrugging, he yanked a hand through his hair and poured himself a drink. Settling on the couch, he glared at the fireplace…he would never understand Hermione.

I know, they had a fight, but its Hermione and Draco…cooped up in a small space…it can't all be hugs and roses….duh! Hope you liked, and please don't kill me for they're little squabble…it all works out eventually…ok, sooner than eventually. Stay tuned and REVIEW!