A/N: Okay, I'm going to try and get out as many chapters because I'm not going to have much time after tonight, but this could be the last one until Saturday latest. Hope you enjoy. :)

Hermione woke up, feeling refreshed. She stretched under her warm blanket and looked at the time, it was only half seven. She sighed, happily and snuggled closer to her bed, pulling the blanket up to her nose, to protect her face from the cold air. She lay there, still, for a few minutes before deciding to get out of bed. She hissed as her feet hit the cold ground before she quickly shuffled to the toilet, she had a shower while she was in there. When she came back out, she had on the end of her bed and cracked her neck then walked over to the trunk and pulled out a pair of jeans, and a turtle neck jumper. She quickly dried herself and checked the clock, it was nearly nine, she must have been in the shower longer that she thought she had. She put them on quickly and brushed her hair in to a pony tail; she knew it would get messy as soon as she went out side. She pulled on her socks and shoes, grabbed her gloves, scarf and hat then left to curl up in front of the fire. When she got down the stairs, she sight she saw made her smile. Harry and Ginny were asleep on the couch, both wrapped up in each other, using the others body heat. She couldn't help but smile, but she also knew that if Ron saw them, he'd be angry and turn in to an overprotective brother.

"Harry, wake up," Hermione whispered, shaking his shoulder gently – she repeated this twice before he actually woke up, he straightened his glasses and moved so he wouldn't wake Ginny up. As soon as he was off the sofa, she whimpered, and clutched closer to the cushions on the couch. Harry smiled at her, and placed the robe he was wearing yesterday over her.

"How are you feeling?" He asked Hermione.

"Scared, nervous, angry, upset and terrified." She answered truthfully.

"He won't hurt you, don't worry." Harry reassured her, giving her a quick hug.

"I know, I just can't help but feel this. What happens if we aren't all in the same place? What happens if we forget about talking to each other. Harry, I don't want to do this." Hermione said, burying herself in Harry's chest.

"Really, Hermione – do you think anyone is brave enough to separate us and place you with the enemy?" Harry asked, rocking her.

"They already placed me with the enemy, why stop there?" She said, sighing.

"Because, they know if they do that – they'll have two royally peeved off, angry teens throwing hexes at them." Harry said, smiling and pulling her away, "collect your thoughts, Hermione. Don't dwell on the past – if Malfoy offers a truce of any sort -- I never thought I'd say this but: accept it. It might make this course a lot easier."

Hermione just nodded and said: "I'm going to go down to the lake and wait, I'll collect my thoughts down their, it'll be easier when I'm by myself." Harry nodded and sat next to Ginny, waving Hermione goodbye and she walked out of the portrait hole. She walked, numbly, down the many stairs, turned corners but she never once concentrated on where her feet where taking her, she just followed them. She was in the entrance hall, she pushed the large doubled doors open and stepped out, wincing away from the blast of cold air that hit her full on in the face. She pulled her scarf tighter around her face and began towards the lake – she reckoned she had about half an hour before Draco turned up.

Thoughts began to fill her mind, and she had been sat there at least twenty minutes when she said:

"What I don't get though, is why the hat placed me with him?"

"Thinking about me already, Granger?" Draco asked, emerging from behind a tree.

"Yes, I was wondering what the hell I had done in a past life to deserve this punishment, being stuck with you. I was also planning your death." Hermione answered, as if it was normal to plans someones death.

"Glad to know I'm loved." Draco said, sarcastically. Just then, a large, brown, elegant owl swooped down and dropped two letters, one for him and one for Hermione. They read

Please gather in the Great Hall as soon as you get this,

thanks,

Professor McGonagall.

Draco waited for Hermione to stand up, before they made their way to the Great Hall – when they got there, they could see that every seventh year, and Ginny was here. As soon as they sat on the nearest table did McGonagall begin to speak.

"Okay, the Minister told me something else last night. Since you and your partners have to get to know each other – you'll be sharing a dorm. I'll read your name off a list and tell you where you are sleeping.

"Parkinson and Boot. Slytherin boys dorm. McGonagall said, nodding at the two before saying "When I've told you where you are living, please leave." She watched as they left. Next she said:

"Bulstrode and Crabbe. Slytherin girls dorm."

The list carried on until it was just Harry, Ginny; Ron, Lavender; Hermione and Draco.

"Now, I left you until last, because you will all be sharing a dorm. When Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy were made Heads' a dorm was made for them, then we were told we were doing a course, and there would be no need for this dorm. Well, you six will be living there together. There is one kingsize bed in each room. Please work it out with out anyone being injured." McGonagall said, "Well, follow me!" McGonagall lead them to a portrait of a old man, holding a staff.

"Password?" He asked, wearily

"Unity." McGonagall said, making sure the couples heard the password. The portrait swung open and admitted the group. The room was massive, and there were many doors leading out of the main Common Room. Hermione gasped, it was perfect. Even if she did have to share it with Malfoy. With a smile, McGonagall left the room, and the portrait swung shut behind her.

"Harry, you are not sharing with my sister!" Ron said, as soon as he heard the portrait shut.

"Okay, tell you what, I'll share with Lavender, Ginny can share with Hermione and you can share with Malfoy, is that any better?" Harry asked, with a stony expression.

"If I hear any funny business, you'll find it extremely hard to have children, Potter!" Ron threated, looking angry and shocked that Harry suggest that he, Ron, should share with the git, Malfoy!

"Good to know," Harry said, "you coming, Gin?" He asked, walking out of the room, with Ginny following them.

"I'm sorry, 'Mione, will you be okay with him?" Ron asked, glaring at Draco as he spoke.

"Yes, Ronald, I'll be fine." Hermione sighed, before she turned and walked in to her room, Draco followed her.

A/N: I'm so so so so so sorry! I really am, it's not that I forgot about it, it's just that I couldn't think what to include in this chapter, I really am sorry x.