This chapter gave me some difficulty, its mostly a fuller though. :D

Also you get to see who Blaise is with.

I try with my chapters, so I'm sorry they're aren't that long.

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She knew she should have let that prick die of a nut allergy.

Then he wouldn't have been so damn annoying.

"Hermione."

"Hermione."

"Hermione."

Hermione was on the couch sitting next to the prick studying. However the git had other ideas and wouldn't stop poking her. "I swear to God you will lose a finger."

He didn't taker her threat seriously, actually believing that an annoyed and pissed Hermione was cute. So, he continued to poke her cheek and chant her name until she paid attention to him. He was bored and wanted something to do besides study. At times, Draco would be serious of classwork and studying but at the moment he was just bored.

"Draco, I swear if you don't stop." That actually stopped him mid-poke.

"Did you just say Draco?" He asked perplexed, he must have heard wrong. She never called him Draco, always Malfoy or some other insult.

"No. I said dildo." She said sarcastically, "of course I said Draco you dimwit. What else would I call you?"

"You've never called me that before." Draco responded a moment later, a smile playing on his face. Hermione looked up at him, confused by his smile.

"What's with the smile? It's creeping me out."

"Nothing."

"Nothing always means something." Throwing the book onto the floor she decided to get comfortable. That was enough studying for the day, she just wanted to relax, even if it meant with Draco. When did she start referring him as Draco? She shrugged her shoulders, bringing her legs to rest on the couch she leaned against Draco for support as she tried to get comfortable. He stiffened for a second, but relaxed a moment after. Every time she was even remotely close he'd seem to stiffen up, Hermione thought it strange but decided to ignore it.

"Comfortable?" He quipped.

"Very." She smiled, snuggling closer to him. But then the dimwit decided to change positions and leaned back onto the couch causing her to fall onto his lap. "Ow." She mumbled, picking herself up with her elbows to rub her head. "The hell?"

"Sorry." He smirked at her, he'd done that on purpose! That douche face! She mentally cursed, groaning she decided to actually lean her head on his lap. She was comfortable and didn't feel like changing her position, therefore leaning her head on his lap was her only solution.

Shit. Fuck. Think of disgusting thoughts. McGonagall naked. The Weasel and Potter kissing. He thought to himself, he just had to lean back on the couch. What a brilliant idea! Now her head is on his lap and he couldn't help his semi hard-on. Dammit you idiot. Why, why did this have to happen to him?! He just hoped that Hermione hadn't noticed. Merlin, he was practically praying that she didn't notice.

She didn't seem to notice as she turned to face away from his stomach and towards the fire. It was nice actually, if he didn't have that damn hard-on.


They had stayed like that for a while, Draco had finally calmed himself and conjured a book to read as one of his hands unconsciously ran through her hair. Although he had seemed to calm down, Hermione was slightly panicking, when he had started running his hands through her hair she froze, surprised that he would do something so nice. She was scared he was actually planning on doing something else, but it had been a while and he kept doing the slow motion. It was relaxing and soothing, she had to admit that but it was extremely weird. This was Draco Bloody Malfoy she had repeated to herself many times yet she never moved. If anyone were to walk in they would think they had just caught them in an intimate position.
Then she remembered the bet, she seemed to be accomplishing her first task. Getting Draco to trust her or at least remotely comfortable. It seemed she was succeeding yet she was waiting for something, anything to destroy her little bubble of safety.

Just pull my hair or something, she sighed as she tried to relax a bit and unstiffen her back. However there was also the small thought that in this position she'd like to remain in for as long as she could, it was nice and soothing and for once she felt almost cared for.
Wait, no, no that can't be right. It was just nice, just nice, no arguing or pranks or loud screams from his bedroom, just a nice soothing moment of peace. She thought to herself, plus, this will just help me win the bet, yeah, that's all, she just wants to win a bet.

Hardly moving she summoned one of her books, Hogwarts: A History came zooming towards her and she grabbed it in her right hand.
She could practically hear his eyes rolling.

"Don't say a word." She quickly stated as she opened her book. One of her all time favorite books, she never left anywhere without a copy, it was one of the first books she read when she was introduced into her new world of magic, it kept her sane, the old yellowing pages and smell of parchment was more soothing than Draco's hands in her hair. Those hands, she wondered, where else have they been, what else have they done, so nice and soft in her hair yet only a couple inches from it lay the dark mark that was meant to call the followers of the man who wanted her dead. She could feel the scars on her forearm that spelled Mudblood burn her, reminding her that it was there forever. She knew she could always get it healed with a small potion, Muggles even had a way, yet she kept it as a reminder, just like all her other scars. A reminder that she had fought in a war, of who she was, what role she played, she wished she could wear it proudly in public when really all it did was make her hide away even more.
That must be how Draco felt, something he should have been proudly wearing, something to tell others he survived and triumphed, yet he hide it away with spells and clothes. She had seen him more than once scratch at it.
She wondered if one day both of them would be able to show off their scars proudly, wave them around like they are their own flags.


When she opened her eyes that morning she realized that she was alone on the couch with a blanket draped over her. She guessed that Draco had gone sometime in the night back to his room and let her sleep on the couch.

She stretched and let out a yawn to look at the clock to see she had 15 minutes to get ready for her first class. "Crap!"
Running upstairs to her bedroom she cursed the blond in her head for not waking her up. But then she heard a loud snore from the git's room and realized he was till asleep. Knocking quite loudly she heard a curse and some shuffling. "Class starts in less than 15 minutes get up!" She told him through the door and ran to her room to get dressed as quickly as possible.

Throwing her shoulder over her head she raced down to the common room, and skipped the kitchen and ran out of their tower to get to her first class of the day.

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"Class starts in less than 15 minutes get up!" She had called through the door, yet he was still in bed staring at the ceiling.

You should really get up, he told himself, but the bed is so warm and comfy. He groaned as he finally decided to roll out of bed and into the shower, if he was going to be late why rush? Taking a quick shower, he heard the door of the tower slam close as Hermione ran out. He smiled to himself as he stepped out of the shower, that girl was something else.
He knew it, and he knew others did as well, he was just lucky that they ended up actually having a sort of friendship. For the moment it would be enough, at least she didn't have a boyfriend. Well, unless you consider Weaselbee. He sneered as he thought of the redhead that had pursued her as long as he probably did. He didn't deserve her, but if Weaselbee didn't deserve her, what chance did he have of ever deserving her. She was nice, considerate, beautiful, fiery, smart, brave and ambitious all rolled into one.
She would have made an amazing Slytherin, he thought as he tried to imagine her in the dark green and silver colors of his house instead of the ghastly red and gold of Gryffindor. Yes, she would have been an amazing Slytherin.

Dressing in his uniform he went down to the kitchen to get himself something to eat, picking up a green apple he threw his bag over his shoulder and began walking towards class.
Taking a bite out of his apple he took his time walking to his first class, Ancient Runes. He knew Hermione would be there, probably wondering where the hell he was, but he slowed his pace not wanting to get to class at all. Maybe he should skip the class entirely and wait for his next class. he nodded his head, deciding that he would do this and went to the great hall to see if he could sneak in some breakfast.

However when he turned the corner he almost choked on his apple laughing as he saw Blaise and Luna trying to hide behind a suit of armor.
"Don't worry, just me." he told them as he tried to hide his laughter and raised his arms in surrender. Blaise came out glaring at him with Luna hiding behind him with a sly grin on her face.

"Hello Draco," Luna chirped happily, trying to get in front of Blaise but he wouldn't let her.

"Luna." Draco said with a nod, "Morning Blaise." he smirked at his friend who seemed angry and embarrassed for being caught in the act. "Honestly, I thought you would have had better hideouts. I'm disappointed in you." he teased.

"Shut up Draco," Blaise replied, "if you don't mind."

"Actually I do, I've been looking for Luna for ages." Draco crossed his arms, a sly grin on his face. Luna stepped form behind Blaise to walk up to Draco.

"Why?" she asked curiously. Blaise was quietly fuming from behind.

"Why? I'm the one who should be asking why you would consider going out with that prat." Luna giggled at that, Blaise was ready to explode but Luna sent him a look and he swallowed his retort, muttering something to himself. From behind, Draco smirked at him and mouthed Whipped.

"He's not as bad as you think." She giggled again, "although, he seems to be rather protective and it is annoying. I can protect myself." She gave Blaise a smile as she continued to talk to Draco. "But he means well."

"Really?" Draco questioned with fake shock, holding a hand to his heart as he looked at Blaise, earning himself another death glare, "Blaise Zabini has emotions? I thought he was just a block of marble with no emotions."

"Shut up already." Blaise groaned, "you done yet?"

"Not even close. However," He turned back to a grinning Luna, "I'll leave you two alone, just Luna do me a favor."

"Sure." She answered looking up at him with a small grin on her face.

"If he does anything stupid, just tell me, I'll fix it." Winking at her and giving a glaring Blaise a pat on the shoulder he went back to heading to the Great hall. His best friend was in love with a that bird and he loved everything about it.

When he was out of earshot, Blaise turned back to Luna. "Think he'll ever get the balls to ask Granger out?"

Luna smiled sweetly up at him, giving him a peck on the cheek, "Maybe. But I think the Nargles have them for the time being."