Hey guys! Thank you again for all of the reviews. I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Keep up with the reviewing! There are lots of people adding this story to their alerts and favourites but to help me keep writing it some reviews would be lovely. This one is a little longer than my other chapters, and it's getting a little bit hotter too, which I know some of you have been wanting. So please do let me know what you think! I shouldn't have been writing and uploading this tonight particularly because I'm supposed to be studying for an exam that I have to sit in just over a day, but to be honest this is much more fun! Also, because it's late at night and I was supposed to be studying I haven't checked this through very well yet, so I will be reuploading it in the next week hopefully with the revisions, so sorry if there are any silly spelling or grammatical mistakes, I haven't slept much the last week. Happy Reading and please do let me know what you think xxSammie.

They had sat like that on her bed for an hour, not talking. Just caught up in their own thoughts, but comfortable enough not to be alone. It was weird how well they got along and how comfortable they were in each others presence after just a few days in the same area. She knew it came down to the night before, because once you share drunken information about yourself you kind of become better friends than you were before, more comfortable.

Hermione had obviously felt comfortable enough to fall asleep with her head resting on his legs because that was the position that she found her self in two hours later. When she realised where she was she made sure to keep her breathing slow and laboured, like she was still asleep to work out what it meant that she was using Malfoy as a pillow.

She couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep before he felt a hand brush away some hair that had fallen into her face and have it tucked away behind her ears. Malfoy was awake, then. And he had done that. Something that a close friend, parent or lover would do. A small gesture sure, but with big meanings. She hadn't realised that her breath quickened and her heart beat was pounding in her ears. He must know that she's awake now, she thought.

Slowly getting up from her comfortable spot nestled agains his leg she looked up to him, resting against the wall looking comfortable enough and not bothered that she had fallen asleep on him like that. "Sorry." She said and he replied with a cocked eyebrow looking at her questioningly.

"Sorry for falling asleep on you." She confirmed.

"That's okay. You were drunk, and upset." He said.

"Thank you." She said, remembering that she had just drunk a load of firewhiskey and that she was still drunk.

"It's way passed lunch, but you're probably hungry. Do you want some food?" He asked.

"I would, yeah. H-How are we going to get it?" She asked. And suddenly there was a platter of food enough for the both of them resting on the bed.

"I just thought really hard about how we needed it, and it came. Like before." He said reaching for a quarter of a ham sandwich.

"Thank you." She said again and they ate in the quite which she was now growing accustomed to.

xxxxxx

They had spent some time by themselves for awhile after eating their late lunch. Hermione was still upset over what happened with Ron and Draco was still embarrassed about what had happened that morning, but happy that Hermione hadn't seemed so put out by it.

It wasn't until much later that they spent time together again that evening.

"Granger what are you doing?" Draco asked looking perplexed.

"I'm cooking you dinner, Malfoy." She said.

"But, you realise that we can just think of what we want and it will appear." He said like he thought she was daft.

"I know that, how do you think I got all my ingredients. Don't you know what it feels like to cook your own food Malfoy? Or are you still used to having your little house elves do it all for you?" She said half joking had serious.

"I've never cooked." He said and it wasn't with cockiness but with sadness. Or something. She couldn't work it out. She looked up at him and he turned away and busied him self in reading through something that a prefect had left behind at one of their meetings earlier that week.

"Oh." Was all Granger had said and he had ignored it.

There was an awkward silence for a while before Granger spoke. "Do you want me to teach you?"

"No, Granger. I don't need your pity and I definitely don't need your help." Malfoy growled making to stride off into his room.

"Malfoy! Don't. Come back here. I'm just being a friend. Come back Malfoy!" Hermione yelled from where she was still half way through cooking them a meal. She rushed off away from her cooking to confront him.

"Malfoy open your door right fucking now." Hermione all but screamed at the door in front of her, knowing that he could hear her in there. Banging on it twice for good measure.

"Go away Granger, didn't you hear, I don't want your fucking pity." He seethed back through the door.

"Open it or I will smash it through, and I wont even use my wand." Hermione said, and he probably didn't realise that she was being one hundred percent serious, since the war her strength levels had more than doubled.

"Oh sure Granger like you could- " and before he could finish his sentence the door began to rattle and threaten to come of its hinges.

"Okay!" He yelled. "Stand back from the door and I'll open it." She did as he asked and he opened the door for her and she stepped inside.

"So what's with the attitude Malfoy?" She asked.

"Nothing." He growled "I will say it one more time. I don't want your pity. No attitude. I just don't. want. your. pity. Okay, Granger?" He said through gritted teeth.

"Right. Well, I wasn't giving you my pity Malfoy. I know this whole friendship thing is knew to you. But that is what friends do. They help each other out, I was merely offering to teach you how to cook. No pity. Promise." She said moving towards the bed, hesitating to take a seat after remembering what she had seen that morning.

Malfoy had begun to reply, but she hadn't been hearing what he was saying. She was too buys staring at his bedside table, or more realistically what was sitting on his dressing table. There was a crumpled up note that had what she recognised was her handwriting on it.

"Are you even listening to me Granger? I know that you like to listen to the sound of your own voice, but it is impolite not to-" He began but she cut him off after reaching for the note and unfolding it in her hand.

"Malfoy what the fuck is this?" she asked, anger seeping through her words.

"That would be a crumpled up piece of parchment, Granger. I'm sorry have you snapped? Is this the time where I send you to the hospital wing because you've gone loopy?" He said.

"Oh I believe it is, actually. Although I think they will be checking you in for some serious injuries." She said and for a few seconds he looked confused until she realised just what parchment was in her hands.

"Granger, I can explain-" He began.

"Oh I bet you fucking can. Draco Malfoy, king of the lies. Why the fuck do you have this? huh? This is personal!" she screeched.

"I took it because I wanted to know what was up between you and potty, I knew you were talking about the weasle." He said, and she seethed with anger.

"Oh. Oh. And you thought that was okay? That taking someone's personal belongings was just fine! I opened up to you the other night, thinking that you were just being friendly! Is this all some kind of game to you Malfoy?" She yelled.

"No. It isn't like that. Think about it for a moment Granger, just think. We hadn't become friends yet. And i had read that note, sure maybe out of intentions that weren't a hundred percent pure. I wanted to know that someone else was doing not so good too. And I thought it would help me feel a little bit less out of my depth if you were having issues of your own." He said, looking embarrassed.

"And did it?" she yelled again.

"No." he said quietly.

"So what's the fucking point then? I thought you had changed." She said, getting up from the bed crushing the note in her hand and turning to leave for the door.

"Granger stop. It didn't make me feel better, but it opened up my eyes. I felt, I'm not sure what I felt but I felt something for you. Perhaps sadness. I am not good at recognising emotions really, I've only ever really been used to happiness and anger. But it made me feel sad, for you. Because I think you deserve better, and that's what I told you the other night wh-" He said but she cut him off laughing.

" The other night! The other fucking night when you asked me how things with Ron were. You asked me like you didn't have a fucking clue but you knew enough! You already knew and you were just trying to get more out of me weren't you? were you going to go and tell all your slytherin friends that I haven't fucked before? That I won't give it up to my boyfriend? That I'm some kind of fucking Prude?" She was screaming from the doorway now.

"No! Granger calm-"

"No! No! You were trying to make me like you! And it was working! I thought you had changed, I was fucking making you food, from scratch without magic because i thought the new you would like to try that. What the fuck was I thinking. Now I have no boyfriend and my new friend was using me for his own sick joke. Well funk that Malfoy!" She said still yelling before repeating her self in an almost whisper "well fuck that." And she left the room.

"Fuck." Malfoy yelled as he slammed the door and sat down on his bed, head in his hands.

Hermione was absolutely seething. She was so angry, and was grinding her teeth so hard it hurt. She had to get out of here. Locking herself in her room or having a long shower wasn't going to do her any good. She needed to get out and so for the first time that day she wished that she wasn't trapped in here. That she wasn't trapped here with Malfoy. So in her anger she headed for the opening grasping the handle as hard as she could.

At first nothing happened, until suddenly she felt a burning pain travel up her arm. She refused to let go, working through the pain to try and open the door. Teeth clenching, arms aching, burning, burning, burning, burning.

Suddenly she let go of the handle and fell to the floor. All of her energy drained and the colour gone from her face. She was pale as a ghost and passed out on the floor, he hand burnt badly.

xxxxxx

Draco had been sitting with his head in his hands for many minutes before he heard a strangled kind of scream causing him to look up and listen. It continued for a while only to stop when he heard something fall hard to the ground.

He got up from his bed to go and check to see if Granger was alright. Even though he was angry that she over reacted to the situation, he needed to make sure she was okay.

Venturing out of his room into the lounge he couldn't find her, so he checked her bedroom and then the bathroom. Both empty. Moving on into the kitchen he still could begin to smell burning, maybe she burn the food while she was busy yelling at him and she had forgotten to clean it up. Noticing though that the food didn't look burnt he was confused until he realised what room he hadn't checked and what burning would mean. She had tried to open the door.

Rushing into the room and thinking about how much he needed something to help heal her burns all the equipment he would need appeared on the table. He stopped when he saw her. Sprawled out on the floor, a look of pain still visible on her face, and thankfully he could see her chest rising and falling. He picked her up and laid her on the meeting table and got to work on her hand. He begun healing it, with magic, ointments, and other things that had appeared on the table for him. his work wasn't as good as what she had done for him, but considering her burns were much much worse his work would be adequate enough to heal it to the point where it wouldn't hurt her anymore.

After fixing her burns he carried her to her bed and laid her down. He had remembered Madam Pomferey saying that the body heals best when asleep to him once when he was in the hospital wing so he let her continue sleeping deciding that she will awake on her own when ready. He sat with her for a while, only getting up a few times to finish the cooking, with magic of course, casting warming spells to keep the dishes warm and then to clean up any mess that was left behind. He made her a cup of tea which he cast a warming spell on not knowing exactly when she would wake up and made his way back to her room to sit on the end of her bed again.

He thought she was beautiful, She smelt like a dream and he couldn't imagine what she tasted like. It was dangerous territory thinking about her like that. He still hadn't been able to wash away all prejudices he held towards muggles and muggle borns but when he looked at her they all disappeared. If she wasn't an example of an excellent witch he didn't know what was. It had been easier being away from his father to realise how stupid the idea that these muggleborns had stolen magic. It was impossible in his eyes, and seeing her natural talent just made it more clear. She could probably do things that he couldn't dream of, and on top of that she had other skills he would never master the same coming from a wizarding family.

During the war there were times where magic couldn't be used to not give away their location, and those were some of the hardest days of Dracos' young life. Where he knew that Granger would have been fine, she knew how to do basic skills without magic where as he and the rest of the death eaters struggled. That was another eye opening moment for Draco, and the moment that he decided he wouldn't harm her side again. That's why, though he didn't think he would admit it, he didn't cast a single spell against the light side during the war, he cast down some of the dark. Never killing, only every stunning, he didn't have it in him to kill. He knew that all along. Draco Malfoy was not a killer.

As he thought about what Granger would say if she knew that he had secretly been fighting for her side during the war, he drifted off to sleep on her bed, her inciting scent surrounding him.

Draco, you are so close. Draco rolled over in his sleep, he knew that voice he was sure but it was still slightly distorted that he couldn't put his finger on it. Draco you must find me, find me and be one with me because there is grave danger headed to the school. Only we can stop it, but we must be one. We must be one. We must be one. Find me Draco, find me. I am all that you need.

Draco shook himself awake, he'd had another one of those dreams. He was close? close to what? He couldn't quite remember any more of the dream, but all thoughts were pushed out of his mind as Granger started stirring.

"Dr- D- uh. Malfoy? What are you doing in my bed?" She asked, looking around confused.

"I uh. Well, I fell asleep. But never mind that. How do you feel? Are you alright?" He asked watching her with worrisome eyes.

"I- what happened?" She asked sounding groggy.

"You must have tried to get out. You burnt yourself pretty badly, and you passed out. I found you on the floor and fixed up your burns and took you to your bed. You don't hurt, do you?"

"A little. And my throat is scratchy." She said sounding very hoarse.

"I made you a cup of tea, it should be next to you on the table." he said.

She made to say 'thank you' but it didn't come out more than a raspy sound so she took a sip of the tea.

"Better?" He asked.

"Much." She said with a smile. "I'm sorry for getting angry at you over the note."

"And I'm sorry for taking it in the first place. And for getting cross about the cooking. I just don't like being treated like a child."

"Fair enough. Truce?" She asked.

"Truce." He agreed.

"Malfoy what's wrong?"

"I just have a weird feeling."

Hermione had seen this kind of behaviour happen all the time with Harry. So she knew that it probably wasn't good. She also didn't know Malfoy very well so it wasn't something she would jump right into, this could just be his normal behaviour.

"Uh Oh. You don't happen to have an arch enemy who has wanted you dead since you've been born. Left you a scar and now you can see into his mind? Right?" She said jokingly to lighten the mood. If he wanted to tell her he would.

"What?" Malfoy asked, shocked. "Scar head could see into Voldemorts mind?"

"He sure could." she replied.

"No way. That's freaky. That would be-"

"Horrible." She concluded for him. "Do you want me to finish making dinner?"

"Nope. Already done." He said and she gave him a look. "By magic, of course. Not going to get my hands dirty cooking." And even though he said it with a tone of disgust she could tell that he wanted to try it. But she wouldn't push it.

"Lets go eat then. Where did you put my bottle of firewhiskey. We can have some with dinner." She said sitting up higher in the bed getting ready to get out.

"What have I done, i've turned the goody-two-shoes Granger into an alcoholic." He said with mock shock. "It's in a cupboard, I'll go get it." he said as he got up and made way to the door. Turning around to see Hermione attempt to get out of bed on wobbly legs.

"Here, let me help you." He said picking her up over his shoulder and beginning to walk her out the door.

"What the fuck Malfoy let me down!" She said smacking his back. "Don't make me kick you in the family jewels, I know the worth of those bad boys is probably quite hefty."

"Granger, you've been passed out for hours, you're probably still processing alcohol in your system and you're about to drink more, you've been severely burnt and mentally drained all in one day. Not to mention you saw my cock which was probably the most interesting and exciting thing of the day, judging by your reaction! You've had enough for one day, let me carry you."

"But I-" She began to protest more.

"Shut it Granger or there will be no firewhiskey." He said firmly.

"Fine."

He set her down at the table and she folded her arm across her chest and pouted. It may have been juvenile for her to act like this but when she didn't get her way at home this was how she acted. Suddenly she noticed the bulge in his pants that he was standing awkwardly trying to hide and she felt the unusual pang in her stomach again and couldn't tear her eyes away. After a few moments she realised he was staring at her staring at his pants. The shared an uncomfortable glance before he brought over their food to eat and summoned two glasses of firewhiskey.

"To an awkward day!" Malfoy toasted and Hermione raised her glass and awkwardly clinked it against his.

"It has been two days already Albus, how long do you think this will go on for?" Minerva asked.

"It's not something that we can work out, only they can do that. It may take a while, but we've got time Minerva, plenty of time now."

"Whilst you may think that's true Albus, I disagree. It's coming close to the end of the weekend, classes will start up again, what if they're not done by then. That's my best student, and Mister Malfoy is doing quite well this year too. I don't want either of them falling behind, they have such potential." Minerva pressed.

"Minerva, they will not be able to meet their potentials without each other. It is imperative that we assist with this."

"What about when Potter and Weasley come back from their trip. Then what?" She asked.

"We will figure it out when it comes to it Minerva. How are the boys doing, if I may ask?"

"Fine. Mister Weasley floo'd earlier to tell me they were okay and he wished to talk to Miss Granger. I allowed it and asked him to report back to me afterwards so I could close her floo wards after. He seemed upset and mumbling something about a broken relationship. I can only imagine that he meant that the two of them are no longer seeing each other. Whilst this information does not interest me, it may you, sir."

"Ah, well as they say when one door closes, another one opens, don't you agree Minerva?" when she only answered with a nod he continued on "And Harry, how is Harry going?"

"Not too happy to be back at school, but I believe Miss Granger convinced them to return. He is with Miss Weasley. He seems happy Albus, you would be proud."

"That I am, Minerva, That I am." He said, his face turned up in a gleeful smile to know that the boy he had to put through more trouble than anyone should have to go through was finally happy and free.

The dinner that had begun awkward had loosened up after the two of them had downed a few drinks. They argued over several topics ranging from serious ones, involving the future post war and some not so serious ones involving flubberworms and pixie spit. There were conversations that they surprisingly agreed on, ones that they knew they would agree on but talked about heatedly anyway, and ones that they probably would never agree on, one in particular being quidditch.

"You are a rubbish flier and that's why you hate it. It's not something you can learn by sticking your nose in a book!" Draco argued.

"You're wrong Malfoy, I don't enjoy heights why would I want to play a sport that requires me to do something I'm not comfortable with?"

"I still say it's because it's a practical skill-"

"I'm good at potions, that's practical!"

"Potions is also quite heavily to do with books, where you learn how to brew the potions. For a bright witch you really miss the point sometimes" He said with a smile.

"Don't you flash that grin at me, countless girls may fall for that but not me!"

"Do you have a penis, then?" Draco asked.

"Excuse me, what?" She asked, flabbergasted.

"Do. You. Have. A. Penis. Honestly Granger I made it quite clear. Are you not a girl?"

"I most certainly do not have a penis and I most certainly AM a girl." She said and Draco made a buzzer noise.

"Wrong answer, try again." He said, still smiling.

"What do you -hic- mean wrong answer. I am a girl! Do you want me to take my clothes off to show you?"

"Whilst that is a nice offer , Granger, I will decline-"

"Oh, yep. I get you, don't want another situation like what happened this morning do we?" Granger said, and it was her smiling this time.

"Shut up, Granger. I was actually going to compliment you a second ago, now I don't think I'll bother." He said, inspecting his nails.

"No, bother!"

"No. I don't think I will."

"Do."

"Wont."

"Will."

"won- Granger what on earth are you doing!" screeched Draco as he watched Granger get up from the chair and begin to take off her clothes.

"Scared- hic - to see a filthy mud- hic- blood naked." She said swaying as she tried to unbutton her blouse unsuccessfully.

"Actually Granger, you were right the first time. I don't think I could handle seeing you naked, keep it in your pants and I'll keep it in mine. Deal?" He asked.

"No Deal." Granger said as she continued swaying, slowly managing to open her buttons. Draco got up from his seat to stabilise her from falling.

"Lets go sit on the couch, how bout that?" He said as Granger nodded and grabbed the firewhiskey as he helped her walk towards the couch.

"Compliment me, good sir!"

"Granger, all I was going to say was that you're not a girl. You're a woman." He said nonchalantly

"That's -hic- the nicest thing -hic- anyone has ever said to me." she said quietly, snapping out of her silly mood for a second.

"Well it's the truth." He said.

"You're a big softy, you know that?"

"Only when I'm drunk and you're sitting in front of me." He admitted, and he wasn't even lying. There was something about her that was hypnotising.

"No, I don't think so. You helped me today."

"You were hurt, I'm not the monster people make me out to be."

"Then what are you?" she asked.

"I don't know."

They sat in silence for a while, thinking their own thoughts before Granger brought up something that Draco didn't really want to talk about when she was sitting their with her top not done up properly thinking inappropriate thoughts.

"I'm sorry for walking in on you this morning." She said shyly.

"Um. It's okay, I guess." He said.

"No it was rude of me, I'll knock from now on."

"Oh-Okay."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Okay." He agreed.

"Um, when I saw you -hic- doing that I -hic- felt something." She said.

"Felt something?" He said, his interest in the conversation picking up.

"Yes. But I don't know what it is. Or means. And that -hic- frustrates me." She said.

"Oh course, insufferable know-it-all literally needs to know it all." He said nodding and instead of being offended she smiled.

"Precisely. It was a physical feeling. Below my stomach. Kind of like if you go on a rollercoaster. Wait, you probably don't know what that is-"

"I'm familiar with the concept, though never been on one myself. Which might have something to do with my family history of having nothing to do with muggles or their inventions."

"Yes, Malfoy, I know. Let me think of another way to explain it. Okay, -hic- when you first started flying, when you would dip down really quickly, and I mean really quickly you know how your stomach would jump? Like that except lower and more intense." She said.

"Granger, you don't possibly find me attractive, do you?" He asked bluntly.

"I- uh- I -hic- I"

"Never mind Granger, friends don't ask friends if they're attracted to each other."

"But you think I'm beautiful."

"Yes, but you never asked me." Draco said, feeling dizzy from the alcohol and uncomfortable from the stiffness in his pants from hearing Granger speak about her reaction from that morning.

"I- It looked like you enjoyed yourself." She said nervously.

"What?"

"It looked like you enjoyed yourself. This morning. I really am sorry for interrupting."

"I just said you were beautiful, it doesn't matter that you interrupted. Better you than Potter or Blaise or something." He said and she smiled.

"What do you think about when you do it?" She asked.

Shit he thought, he didn't want to lie to her but to tell her that she was what made him cum like that, he didn't think he could do that either.

"You don't want to know."

"I do."

"You don't."

"Do."

"Granger." He warned.

"Fine. I want to try again."

"Again?" He questioned.

"I tried. This morning, in the shower." she said and he felt himself harden even more. "It didn't work."

"Well were you we enough?" He asked, decided he would brace the subject himself even if he had to excuse himself to wank to get rid of the pain of being confined in his pants.

"I was in the shower and it was on, so yes?" She said.

"No Granger, was your cunt wet enough?"

"Oh." Was all that she could manage. "Um."

"You have to get yourself in the mood first. Think of things that turn you on. Your stomach will do that floppy thing you were yapping on about. And you'll get wet, and not from the shower.

He said noticing how intrigued she looked. "You're so innocent, you know that Granger. I feel like I'm a bad influence on you."

"You're not." She says. "Tell me more, will you? Tell me how to do it?" She asked and he swallowed, hard.

"Once you're wet enough, you'll want to explore what you like-"

"How?"

"I wasn't finished, you'll want to use your fingers to gather the moisture onto them and slowly swipe them on and around your clit-"

"Where's that?"

"Your clitoris-"

"I know what it is, how will I know I've found it." She asked

"Oh, you'll know. It's like a little bundle of nerves, this is what will bring you to the edge most of the time. I would just start off doing that, but you can also use your fingers inside of yourself but i'm getting very uncomfortable now so i'm going to stop talking." He said.

"I can see that, -hic- you're very hard."

"I'm-"

"Malfoy, my stomach is doing the flippy thing again." She said offhandedly, making to get up off the couch and falling over in the middle of it. Falling directly onto Draco he could now feel Grangers arse rubbing against his cock through his clothes and he couldn't stop the moan exiting his mouth, and she looked at him with her eyes wide open.

Wow, was that at least a little bit hot? Who knows what will happen next chapter. Now that Ron is out of the way will something happen between Draco and Hermione, or would that be rushing things? Let me know ;) See you next chapter x