A/N: Okay, I am so sorry that it took so long to update! I cracked the screen on my laptop on Thursday so I had to go get it fixed over the weekend and I didn't get it back until today. I hope you enjoy this chapter, though! Please review!
Disclaimer: I am nothing but a little girl who can only dream of being a great author like J.K. Rowling. Harry Potter is not mine.
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Hermione woke up the next morning exactly where she had fallen asleep- sitting on the floor with her head on Draco's shoulder. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and smiled at the angelic form beside her. If someone had told me a week ago that I would wake up beside Draco Malfoy and be happy about it, I would have had them admitted to a mental ward. She brushed his hair away from his eyes. Aw, he looks just like a little boy when he's asleep. She lightly traced her fingers up and down Draco's chest.
"Trying to molest me in my sleep, Hermione?" asked Draco as he opened his eyes.
Hermione quickly drew her hand away from him. "Sorry," said Hermione with a smile.
Draco pulled his arm off of Hermione, stretched, and yawned. "Do you happen to know what time it is?"
Hermione glanced up at the clock. "About 6 o'clock."
"You wake up way too early." Draco leaned back and placed his arm around her again.
"Sorry, it's habit," she said as she started to get up.
Draco reached up and pulled her back down. "No, stay."
Hermione turned to him. "Draco, what are we?"
"What do you mean?"
Hermione fiddled with her fingernails. "I mean, is there a 'we'?"
"I don't know. Do you want there to be a 'we'?"
"Well, yeah, but-"
Draco put his finger to her lips. "Then that's all that matters. No buts." Draco stood up and helped Hermione to her feet.
"Do you think we can keep it quiet for now, though? I mean, Ginny already knows that I like you but Harry and Ron would probably flip."
"Yeah, sure. I'll see you in Transfiguration," he said as he leaned down, pecked her on the lips, and went to go take a shower.
"It's not that I'm saying he's not hot, Lav. I think he's bloody gorgeous. It's just that I would never date him," said Ginny as she poured herself a glass of orange juice.
"Date who?" asked Harry suspiciously from the other side of her.
Ginny turned around and rolled her eyes. "I thought we already had the girl talk discussion, Harry."
"Oh. Right."
Just then, Hermione skipped, yes, skipped, into the Great Hall. "Good morning, Ginny! Lavender! How are you?"
Ron looked across at Hermione and frowned. "Hey, don't I get a 'good morning'?"
"As soon as you do something with your hair."
Ron picked up a lock of his brilliant red hair and inspected it. "What's wrong with it? I like my hair!"
Ginny stifled a laugh. "Ron, your hair is almost as long as mine. It's not natural for guys to have long hair like that."
"Oh, come on. My hair is sexy and you know it."
"You just keep on thinking that," said Ginny as she turned to Hermione. "So, why were you frolicking?"
"There you go again, trying to block me out of the conversation," said Ron as he tucked his hair back.
Harry smiled. "I thought we already had the girl talk discussion, Ron," he said in falsetto, earning a smack on the arm from Ginny.
Ginny turned back to Hermione again. "I guess you're feeling better today?"
"I'm feeling more than better. I feel absolutely fantastic!"
Ron smirked at her. "So the toast is okay now?"
"Ron, shut it! I'm trying to have a conversation!" said Hermione with a laugh.
"Are you sure? I mean, you never know with toast these days…"
Hermione groaned. "Okay, you can stop now!"
Ron smiled picked up a piece of the toast. "Just look at it, 'Mione. It could attack you at any minute!"
"Harry, he won't listen to me. Tell him to stop!"
Harry looked up from his pancakes. "Quit being an arse, Ron."
"Okay," said Ron as he went back to his breakfast.
"So you will listen to Harry but not me?"
Ron looked up innocently. "Ye- shit!" he said as a book was flung at his head and Hermione walked out of the Great Hall to Professor McGonagall's classroom with a smile on her face.
Hermione came stomping out of Transfiguration and her face was flushed. Ron looked down at her and sighed. "Hermione, are you sure you're okay?"
Hermione wiped away a tear that was welling up in her eye. "I'm fine."
"We are always willing to beat him to a bloody pulp for you- you know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know but I think I'll just talk to him."
Harry turned around and walked backwards. "Talk to him?"
"It's not like I haven't done it before. I mean, we do share a dorm." She stopped and took a deep breath. "You two go ahead and I'll meet you in Charms."
"Okay, see you," said Harry as he turned around and walked down the hall with Ron.
Hermione turned around and saw Draco approaching alone. He caught sight of her and smiled. "Hey, 'Mione!"
Hermione, on the other hand, walked straight at him, grabbed his sleeve, and drug him behind a corner. She slammed him against the wall and crossed her arms over her chest. "I said keep it quiet- not treat me 5 times worse than you already were!"
"What are you-"
"You know bloody well what I'm talking about, Draco!" she screamed as while a tear trickled down her cheek.
Draco sighed. "Well what was I supposed to do? Be nice to you?"
"Yes!"
"Don't you think that people might find that a bit odd? Hermione, we have been at each other's throats since we were in first year and people know that! What would they say if I just started being nice?"
"Well you could have at least been civil! I don't take being called ugly, fat, dirty-blooded, or a whore lightly!"
Draco groaned. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know that you were going to have a cow."
"Did you even once consider what you said?"
"No…"
"Well use your big fat head once in a while!" said Hermione as she brushed her hair away from her face.
Draco, trying unsuccessfully to keep from laughing, looked at the ground. "Do you really think I have a big head? Because that's not the first time you've said that."
Hermione smiled a little bit and shoved him lightly. "Of course you do."
They started walking down the corridor towards Charms. Draco put an arm around her and nodded. "Okay."
