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Over the evening, Hermione and Draco had stayed up discussing everything from favorite books to favorite foods. After all, they hadn't been together that long and still had a lot to learn about one another. Hermione told Draco what it was like to live as a muggle and how to do things without magic and Draco told Hermione about all the dark things he had seen throughout the years.

"I think one of the most unsettling things I ever saw was when Voldemort visited our home on the back of Professor Quirrel's head. It wasn't even that the sight of him was disturbing. Just the thought of someone that evil and merciless coming into my home and acting so gracious; it's strange," Draco reminisced.

"Yes. Harry told me how strange it was. When Harry first met Professor Quirrel he tried to shake his hand but the professor wouldn't do it. Harry said that love is just its own special magic and Dumbledore told him that he was so filled with love that it just killed the professor," Hermione replied.

"Yes. Well, when you have someone who is living off of you that doesn't have an ounce of love in his being, you'd probably crumble into a million pieces too," Draco joked back.

Hermione stretched her arms into the air and moved around in her spot to try and find a comfortable sitting position on his bed. Draco still lay propped up against his headboard. "Do you mind if I…" she started but didn't want to sound like another Pansy Parkinson, trying to get in bed with the striking Draco Malfoy.

"If you what?" He asked casually as he stretched his arms and legs out to rid the kinks.

"Do you mind if I lay beside you? I just don't want to stop talking with you but I can't seem to get comfortable sitting," she said as she attempted to adjust her position one more time.

Draco was astonished. He had never thought, in a million years, that Hermione Granger would want to lie in bed with him this quickly into their relationship; even if it was just to talk. Draco snapped out of his thoughts and replied, "Of course. Go right ahead. Did you need any more pillows?"

Hermione giggled a bit. "No. I think I have plenty of pillows here," she said as she moved the fourth pillow out of the way. She moved herself into the same position as Draco, leaning her head and back against the cushioned headboard. "This is a nice bed."

Draco smiled. "Don't you have the same one?"

Hermione looked at Draco, smiled and nodded. Draco couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "So, now that we've gotten all the small formalities out of the way," Hermione said in a playful tone, "There is something I've been wanting to know about you."

"And what exactly is that?" Draco returned the playful tone.

"What kind of girl do you look for?" Hermione questioned.

Draco turned the question over in his mind trying to think if she was trying to trap him. What if he said something and she didn't feel like she fit the profile? The last thing he wanted was to turn her away. "Well, I suppose look is the wrong term."

"Oh, really? Why?" Hermione was confused but still playful.

"Well, Hermione," Draco said with a smile. Hermione still felt butterflies when he said her name. "I don't really look for anyone. I just figure that when I find the right girl," he looked deep in Hermione's eyes, "I'll know."

Hermione could have sworn she saw his eye twinkle but just played it off to a girl's fantasy. "Interesting answer but," Hermione held up a finger, "what if you think you know but then it turns out to be wrong?"

"That won't happen," Draco said matter-of-factly with a sly smile.

"How is that?" Hermione questioned quickly.

Draco leaned inches from Hermione's face and simply replied, "I'll just know." He pushed his warm lips onto her cheek as Hermione shivered from his touch. He leaned back into his previous position but placed his hands behind his head. "So, what kind of guy do you look for?"

Hermione was still flushed from the conversation and the sweet kiss on her cheek that it took her a moment to recooperate. "Um, I guess I don't really look either," she stated, "but if I had to choose some qualities that are a must I suppose I would want to be with someone who was charming and I could be myself around."

"You've gotta do better than that," Draco said with that famous, sly smile.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked shocked.

"Well, you can be yourself around anyone and even if a bloke is charming, once you get hitched that whole charming bit is out the door," Draco replied. He seemed very proud of his response.

"That's true but I'm talking about charming until the end. I want someone who would be willing to die for me; someone who will do sweet things for me for no reason or actually be able to hold a decent conversation. Someone who, when I look into their eyes, I'll know I'm with the right person for the rest of my life," Hermione said before a long, thoughtful sigh.

Draco sat in silence going over every word Hermione had said. I wonder if I can be that man for her, he thought but quickly pushed it from his mind. He knew it was too early in the relationship to be thinking of such things. He decided to lighten the mood with more questions. "So, what kind of music do you usually listen to?"

Hermione was disappointed that Draco had taken the conversation back to something as light as this. She liked having deep conversations and this wasn't the start of anything remotely deep. "Well, it really depends on my mood or what I'm doing. If I'm cleaning or just having a good time I listen to some alternative rock or hip hop but if I'm doing homework or relaxing in bed I like to listen to contemporary."

"And what about when you're taking a bath?" Draco asked as he winked towards Hermione.

Hermione flushed as she recalled the bathroom incident but tried to regain her composure. "Classical," she stated.

"Interesting. Most people don't listen to classical anymore," Draco replied.

"Well, I guess I'm just not like most people," Hermione said with a smile. "What about you? What kind of music tickles your fancy?"

"Well, funny thing is, you pretty much summed up my musical taste, with the exception of the contemporary," he said as he rolled his eyes at the thought of listening to cheesy love songs.

"What would you replace it with then?"

"Classical," he said as he picked up his wand and flicked it toward his iHome. He moved his wand in a circular motion to click through the songs he didn't want to hear before stopping and flicking his wand once more to play the song. After a few moments, Hermione recognized the tune of 'Claire de Lune' by Claude Debussy.

"Oh, I love this song," she sighed as her body inched down slightly. She closed her eyes and began to hum the tune. Draco listened with a smile spread across his pale face. As the song went on, Hermione drifted closer and closer to sleep before finally letting it overcome her. Draco flicked his wand towards the light to turn it off and moved the blankets over Hermione's angelic figure. He got under the covers himself and lightly placed his arm around her. He was satisfied just being near her.

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A/N: I love a sweet Draco; makes the world seem so different and less complicated. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. The action is right around the corner! Keep reading and reviewing!

This Chapter's Song: "Claire de Lune" by Claude Debussy