A/N: this chapter for the most part contains just a lot of fluff and cute moments, with some questions answered, but not really. haha sorry for the lame description. It really is a good chapter I think. Very long, but I got everything in that I wanted to. For the most part it's a filler chapter to move the relationship along. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: All characters, places, animals, things, etc. Belong to J.K Rowling.

The next few weeks carried on much the same as before. Hermione and Draco were back to barely speaking with each other; when they did speak they either insulted each other, or just spoke briefly on the possible suspects in Narcissa's murder. Ron and Harry had noticed Hermione growing more and more agitated each day, but brushed it off as anxiety for the upcoming finals before the Christmas break. As usual, Ginny suspected otherwise.

Dreading finals was the one thing every single student had in common this time of year. The corridors were filled with babbling first years, trading notes, and quizzing each other on topics such as bezoars, and the curse of the bogies. Second years could be seen going over the different duelling techniques, while the rest of the student's opted to study on their own accord so as not to have any distractions from their fellow students.

Typically though, Hermione found she seemed to be the only one who really studied for finals out of her Gryffindor classmates. Ron, as usual, followed the notion that "if I don't already know it, I can't possibly learn it in a few days." Harry sometimes would study with Hermione, just to put her mind at ease, however he often at times thought like Ron as well, just was too polite to mention it. Ginny of course, was much like her brother, except in that she had actually done the course work throughout the term, so she was fully confident in her abilities. Really, Hermione did not need to study, but it was one of the few things to actually put her mind at ease, especially when lately all she could think about was Draco. She was especially grateful whenever Ron would secretly beg her help usually the day before the test, because that would cause a large enough distraction to keep her mind busy for the entire day.

This year however, Ron surprisingly didn't ask for her help, even after all the hints she had dropped at lunch, the day before exam week.

"Well, I think I've just about studied as much as I possibly can for these finals. How about you guys?" Hermione glared at Ron longer than she had the other two.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Harry sighed. Ginny nodded, grinning.

"Ron?" Hermione asked.

Ron played with his food before looking up at her. "Huh? Oh, er- yeah, I reckon I'll be fine," he said while scratching the back of his head. He was obviously hiding something Hermione deduced.

"You mean you don't want to meet up for last minute studying? Just in case?" Hermione reminded herself to look at Harry and Ginny as well, not just Ron, as she furrowed her brow.

"Not all of us strive to be better than perfect Hermione," Ginny laughed. Hermione shot her a darting look, Ginny immediately turned back to her food.

Hermione turned back to Ron, "Ronald, you can't possibly think that I would believe you've been studying. I haven't seen you pick up a book once, let alone even be in the Gryffindor common room."

"That's because he wasn't studying in the Gryffindor common room," Harry suggested, putting emphasis on Gryffindor, while elbowing his best mate.

Ron threw the roll he had in his hand at Harry, who ducked, having it hit Romilda Vane in the back of the head. She turned and shot a glare at Ron who blushed and ducked behind Harry. When Harry saw who he had hit instead, he burst into a fit of laughter, Ron soon joining, at the distant memory of when Ron had accidentally eaten the love-potion filled chocolates she had given Harry two years prior.

Ginny crossed her arms, not at all amused at the memory. She always had been protective over Harry, more so after the war, since she had almost lost him that very night. Hermione giggled slightly but soon found herself frowning at the memory. Things had been much simpler back then, when Hermione had a slight crush on Ron. They were best friends; they understood each other better than most people did. She sighed, wishing things had only worked out, yet no matter how hard she tried to force herself to actually have strong feelings for the red-haired boy, she couldn't look past him as nothing more than a friend. Soon her thoughts had again drifted off to Draco. Merlin that boy knows how to drive me mad. Why can't Ronald drive some of that passion out of me instead? Hermione quickly shook her head. No. No. I don't feel that way about the blonde git. No. He just, he just has a way of pushing my buttons. No matter how hard she tried to get the thought of him out of her head, she just couldn't. That made her even more frustrated at Ron's response.

"Does nobody want to study with me tonight then?" Hermione almost yelled. "Fine, well, good luck on your exams," she huffed as she got up and left the hall to head back to her room.

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and shrugged their shoulders as they dug back into their food. Ginny gave a kiss to Harry, grabbed some food, and followed after her friend, determined to get some answers.

When Hermione walked through the door she groaned as she saw Draco on the couch with schoolbooks displayed across the table. Of all the people to actually be studying, it had to be him she thought.

"Hermione, I-um-well I know that things have been," Draco could barely get out his words however as she stormed past, ignoring him as she made her way to her room, slamming the door.

He furrowed his brow, confused at what could have possibly angered her. He went back to studying, thoughts of Hermione dancing around the back of his mind. A couple minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

Draco got up; curious as to whom it could possibly be, seeing as not that many people knew the location of their room. His questions were answered as he saw Ginny standing in the doorway.

"Of course she'd tell you where her room is," he said as he stepped aside allowing her to pass, "perhaps you know what's gotten Granger's knickers in a knot then?"

Ginny, slightly astonished by his lack of hostility towards the female Weasley, blinked at the tall Slytherin. "You sound like you actually care ferret-boy," Ginny finally responded in a typical Gryffindor way.

Draco just laughed at her response, brushing a hand through his hair. Even Ginny couldn't help but notice how handsome Draco had grown to be. "Yeah, well I have to live with her don't I?"

Ginny only nodded in reply.

"Her room's on the left," he said, nodding towards the stairs, "and try and cheer her up will ya? Or else I'll never get any studying done."

Ginny made her way up the stairs with a smirk on her face. Well now I can see why she's even giving him the time of day. If he wasn't a Malfoy, he'd be downright delightful to live with.

Arriving at the door emblazoned in Gryffindor coloured drapes, she knocked on the door, waiting for any kind of answer.

"Go away!" she could hear from the other side of the door.

"Hermione, its Gin, please let me in." Ginny pleaded.

After about a minute, the door opened and Ginny stepped through, freezing in her tracks as she took in the large bedroom in front of her.

"I know," Hermione sighed, "it's beautiful."

"It's bloody wonderful!" Ginny exclaimed, before turning to her friend, with a stern look on her face. "But I didn't come here to fawn over your room Hermione. We have to have a little chat," she said as she closed the door behind her, placing a silencing charm on the room.

Hermione sighed as she walked to the bed and sat cross legged against the headboard, hugging a pillow to her chest.

"First off, why didn't you ever tell me Malfoy's gone soft?" Ginny laughed.

"He's all right I guess," Hermione shrugged.

Ginny shook her head as she sat next to her friend. "Is that what you really think about him?" Hermione blushed. "I knew it!" Ginny screeched, "No wonder you've been bloody dreadful all month. You've got a thing for the ferret don't you?" She poked Hermione in the chest.

Hermione swatted her friend's hand away. "For your information, I do not have a thing, for the Head Boy. He's nothing but a selfish, rude, annoying, arse, that I have to cooperate with because we happen to live together," she began in her usual 'know-it-all' tone. "And as for being so called, dreadful, this month, it's because of that prat that I've been so frustrated. Lately all we've been doing is fighting and arguing, and I have no idea what could have possibly brought it on. We were getting along perfectly fine up until the day after Halloween." Hermione sighed as she almost whispered the last part.

Ginny placed a hand on her friend's shoulder, "well whatever is between you two, I'm sure everything will be fine. Honestly Hermione, you have to give him some credit, imagine what it must be like for him, he doesn't have many friends anymore, and as for family, well…"

Hermione looked up at the young girl beside her, she realised this was not the same girl that had foolishly thrown herself at Harry many years ago, this was not the same girl that had been so immature as to hate Hermione just for being as close with Harry as she was. No, Ginny was no longer a girl, Ginny had grown into a rather mature young woman, who was wise beyond her years, much like her mother. Hermione smiled up at her friend, and leaned in, hugging her tight.

"Besides," Ginny began, still hugging her bushy haired friend, "with that dress we bought you, you'll be sure to knock him dead."

The two giggled as Hermione hit her friend with a pillow. Ginny reciprocated with the other pillow and before either of them could say Dumbledore, a full-fledged pillow war had begun.

"That's a little rude, couldn't bother to invite me to your little party?" a voice said from the doorway.

The two immediately stopped and turned to where the voice came from. Draco stood leaning against the doorframe with a smug grin on his face.

"You didn't lock the door?" Hermione turned to Ginny, embarrassment written across her face.

Ginny blushed equally as much. "I-well-I thought- ugh I forgot!" she defended herself before turning to Draco. "I um, well I better go find Harry, I'll see you tomorrow for our Herbology final," the red headed witch said as she squeezed past the wizard, lifting the silencing charm as she left.

Draco laughed as he turned back to Hermione. "Good timing that witch does," he said as he pointed with his thumb over his shoulder in the directing Ginny had just disappeared into.

"What do you want?" Hermione scoffed.

Draco just held up his hands as if to say he was surrendering. "I just wanted to ask how studying is going for you, but seeing as you and your friend were having some girl time, I guess it's safe to assume you're prepared. Now, how does Harry feel about this little girl time you two seem to be having? Or does he know?" Draco laughed as he ducked to avoid the pillow hurling towards his head. "Don't worry Granger, you're secret's safe with me, as long as you promise next time you'll choose me as your little wrestling partner," he said with a wink as he turned to leave her room.

"In your dreams," Hermione spat, thankful that he was turned so he could not see her blush.

What brought that on? Hermione thought as she straightened her bed sheets and pillows. Hermione sighed as her stomach growled. She hadn't managed to eat much at lunch, so she made her way down the stairs, hoping to maybe sneak some food from the house elves in the kitchen seeing as lunch was well over. As she walked through the common room however, she noticed a pile of fruits and breads on the counter of the small kitchenette.

"Your little friend brought some up when she came to check on you. I grabbed some fruit though if you don't mind, I never made it to lunch. Too much studying," Draco mumbled as she reached for an apple.

"That's fine," she answered after swallowing a bite. "Never really pinned you as the type to actually study, I guess I just assumed you were handed your marks because of your name." Hermione slowly walked towards the sitting area, unsure if she really wanted to talk to the boy that has been causing her so much agony in the past.

Draco shook his head. "You and everybody else it seems. Yes, my name did help when it came to social acceptance, but teachers here pride themselves in having their students actually earn their marks. I would have thought you thought better of me Granger, especially seeing as what I've already told you about my past."

Hermione looked at her feet, slightly ashamed, but then shot her head back up, holding it high. "And I would have thought that you would see me as more than just a naïve muggle-born who knows nothing of the Wizarding world let alone her own school, despite how many times I've read Hogwarts: A History. I guess we just are too different to look past such trivial things as that."

"Really Granger? Why is it you always assume that everything I say is to put you down because of your status?" he asked, seeming genuinely curious.

"Isn't it?" Hermione shrugged.

"Hardly," Draco muttered, lowering his head.

Immediately wishing to change the subject, Hermione remembered something she had read a few days ago, but had failed to mention it to Draco earlier because she was so angry with him. "Oh, um well, remember Halloween, the incident in the washroom of the Room of Requirements?"

"How could I forget," Draco frowned.

Hermione rushed over and sat in the chair. "Well, I was browsing through the restricted section of the library," Draco rolled his eyes at Hermione's favourite catch phrase, "and well you know how there's a secret passage to the Hog's Head that can be found in the Room of Requirement when needed?"

Draco nodded and twirled his hand in a motion as if to tell Hermione to get to the point.

"I found out that whenever a mirror is found in the room, if properly used, it can act similarly to the floo network. Now, no person can actually leave or enter through the mirror, but it can be used to pass along objects and most commonly used as a communication method. All you have to do is say the incantation, Consulo Defero three times while facing the mirror and then the location you wish to contact."

"But that still doesn't explain how you got hurt, it's not like you muttered those words accidentally right?" Draco asked as he furrowed his brow.

"Right," Hermione nodded. "Unfortunately, there's a glitch in the system that was never repaired. This incantation won't work to contact just any mirror from another ordinary mirror. However, you can contact the Room of Requirement mirrors from just an ordinary mirror. All you have to do is say the incantation in reverse three times then say Room of Requirements, and you'll be connected to the room."

Draco's eyes widened as he took the information he had just received. "Do you think that's what happened? On Halloween? But who could have known?"

Hermione just shrugged as she yawned, she looked at the time. It was now quarter past five. Is it really that late already? She thought.

Draco, looking at the time as well, stood up. "Guess we should head down to dinner. I doubt I'll get any more studying in tonight. I'll need to get a nap in if we have rounds still to do later."

Hermione nodded in agreement as they both left the room and made their way to the Great Hall. She couldn't place why, but for some reason she was giddier than she had been in the past few weeks. This didn't go unnoticed by her friends either as she sat down next to them at the table. Ginny grinned as she noticed Draco staring at Hermione from across the room.

Draco could hardly focus during dinner; he was too caught up with what Hermione had told him just a few minutes prior to coming down. For some reason, something in his gut was telling him that his mother's death and what happened on Halloween were connected in some way. He stared intensely at the back of the bushy haired Gryffindor as he ate. His thoughts the entire time being consumed with the idea that something big was being planned, but he couldn't place what it exactly was. Quickly, he turned to his food as he noticed Ginny smirking in his directing. Dammit. He thought as he quickly tried to hide from her sight.

Looking around the table, Draco noticed many of the other Slytherin students talking and laughing with their friends. He sighed as he thought of all his friends that had already graduated, who were not allowed to come back for their seventh year. Out of the corner of his eye Draco recognized a few familiar faces sitting across from him slightly to his left. After taking a better look he immediately recognized that the boy was Harper Grey, the wizard that took over as Seeker when Draco left the Quidditch team, and the girl next to him he could see was Astoria Greengrass, Daphne's younger sister.

Draco looked over again at where Hermione was sitting and felt a slight pain in his chest as he saw her laughing with her friends, whilst he had none. Turning back to the two Slytherin students who seemed oddly quiet, he called out to them. Shooting their heads up in his direction, they were shocked he was actually talking to them. Harper even seemed a bit star struck.

"Draco, I haven't seen you all year! You know, my sister keeps asking how you're doing," the young witch smiled.

Draco was shocked at such a welcome reaction. He got up and walked a little further down the table so he was directly across from them. "I'm, well I guess I'm doing all right all things considered," he smiled back.

Astoria nodded, "our entire family was worried about you after we heard the news," she said as she stared down at her plate. "I'm kind of surprised you're actually talking to me to be honest," she blushed, "I kind of thought you thought my sister and I to be kind of annoying."

"Well, yeah, maybe a bit," he laughed, "but I'm the one who's surprised. I never really thought you'd actually acknowledge me, seeing as how your family knows too well about my family's current status."

"You know, despite what everyone says about you, I never really pegged you as a bad guy Draco, just made bad choices."

Draco smiled at the girl then turned towards Harper who was still sitting there stunned that Draco was sitting right across from him.

"How's quidditch going Harper?" he asked as he clapped the boy on his shoulder, jolting him back to reality.

"Er, uhh well, good, so f-far we won our first match, against Hufflepuff. Face Gryffindor after th-the holidays," he stuttered.

Draco glanced over at the Gryffindor table again before facing the other Slytherin wizard again. "Good, well good luck out there mate," he smiled.

"Not sure what g-good luck will do without you on the team M-Malfoy, especially now that they've got Potter and Weasley b-back."

Draco shook his head, "nonsense, you'll do fine, and please, call me Draco. I'm trying to build up a new reputation as somewhat friendly you know?" he laughed.

Slowly he found himself enjoying the company of the two Slytherins. He found Harper to be pretty funny and Astoria was very kind. All through dinner they exchanged stories, and Draco was glad to finally have someone from his own house he could talk to, at least during meal times. Surprisingly to Draco, he found that once other students realised a difference in their Head Boy, they started to join in on the conversation.

For once, Draco found he was capable of making friends without having to intimidate them. That pleased him because in the past he always knew that most people were only his friends out of fear. He did miss Blaise and Theo however, they seemed to be the only two that treated Draco as an equal and didn't hold him on some kind of pedestal. The only two that were actually his age at least. Especially Theo, Theo's family was very identical to Draco's in that they were both wealthy, powerful and his father had also been a Death Eater. Draco and Theo had spent many days in the summer months together, telling stories, and travelling with their fathers. Draco sighed, wishing he had only kept up that friendship and that maybe he never would have been swayed so easily to join the Death Eaters seeing as how Theo had managed to avoid it.

Brushing the thought away from him Draco finished his dinner and focused back on the conversation between Astoria and Harper. Watching them, he realised that they seemed awfully friendly towards each other. Draco laughed to himself, realising they obviously had a thing for each other as he watched Harper tease her about something unknown to Draco. He decided if given the chance he would try and get these two together, the chemistry between them was so blatant as Astoria became frustrated and punched the other wizard in the arm. At that thought, he took another glance at Hermione. He noticed she was actually watching him as well, smiling at him even. He quickly looked away and took a sip of pumpkin juice to try and cover the blush growing on his cheeks. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately and was becoming very frustrated at the thought.

Hermione smiled as she noticed Draco finally talking to his housemates. She was glad to see him finally opening up and making new friends. As he looked up, she grinned at him and laughed as he scrambled to look away. Ron hit her on the arm just then.

"Oi! Were yu listn' to me?" he said, mouthful. Hermione rolled her eyes. "as I was sayin', I fer one am glad to be staying at Hogwarts for the holiday's. Mum always sends the best care packages. Plus I hear George an' Angelina are starting up a new shop in Hogsmeade. Maybe we can go take a look one day?"

Hermione nodded along with Ginny and Harry, agreeing to everything Ron had just said.

"Students, as dinner comes to a close, I have just a few final announcements," McGonagall raised her voice, getting everyone's attention. "Now, this year, as you all may have noticed, is going to be organised a little differently when it comes to your Mid-year finals. Usually we only give students two weeks, but due to the increase in students attending the school this year, we have had to increase the schedule to three weeks to accommodate everyone. You all should have your proper exam schedules; exams will only take place in the mornings this year instead of having two slots per day, which is why we required an additional week. For some reason, ever since a certain incident a few years ago during once of the afternoon exams, a series of fireworks go off, destroying all the test papers. To this day we have been unable to figure out a charm to reverse the effects of that incident." The entire time McGonagall spoke of the fireworks, she was staring at Ginny and Ron, a slight sparkle in her eyes. Most students chuckled at the memory of the Weasley twins as they disrupted the exams while Umbridge was in charge.

"Now I would also like to ask that all students that wish to remain at Hogwarts over the Christmas holidays sign your name on a list that the two Heads and the Prefects will be holding at the doors of the hall as you leave. Good luck on your exams, and get a good night's sleep for the mind does wonders when it is given time to rest."

With that Hermione stood, nodded to the Prefects and to Draco and head towards the doors.

Slowly as the students filed out of the Great Hall she noticed that many of the older students were signing the sheets to stay, while majority of the younger one's wanted to go home to their families, unless like Ron and Harry, their families were not there in their first year.

Eventually everyone had finally left, and they all made it up their dorms for a good night's sleep. Hermione, taking Draco's suggestion from earlier, decided she would get in a nap before having to get up in a few hours to search the corridors for any late night wanderers.

Despite how tired he knew he would be in the morning, Draco could not fall asleep. Instead of having a quick nap, he lay awake, thinking about what Hermione had told him about the Room of Requirements.

When it was time for their rounds, Draco groggily walked downstairs, grabbing a leftover roll from lunch and chewed on it while he waited for Hermione. He noticed a small hand mirror resting on a small table, and that's when the idea hit him. As he could hear footsteps at the top of the stairs Draco hurriedly stashed it in the pocket of his robes before she could see for he knew she would hardly approve of his plan.

After about forty five minutes into his round, he made his way to the seventh floor. Quickly checking that no one could see, he willed the same room from Halloween to form. Once inside, he immediately ran to the washrooms. After staring at the mirror for a few minutes he took a breath and took out the mirror as well as his wand.

"Orefed Alusnoc, Orefed Alusnoc, Orefed Alusnoc," he repeated as he twisted the mirror in his hands. He took another breath before continuing, "Room of Requirements."

The mirror in his hand began to glow a golden yellow, when he looked at the mirror in the room, it remained the same. Curious to see if anything had actually happened, he picked up a small rock and tossed it onto the mirror in his hand. As soon as the stone touched the glass, it disappeared. He turned the mirror to see if it had fallen through the back perhaps. As he inspected the glass, he felt something small bounce off his back. He looked to his feet and saw the same stone he had thrown.

This time wanting to see the action himself, he walked closer to the room mirror. He carefully dropped the stone once again through the hand mirror. A few seconds after he had released it, he saw a small round stone force its way through the glass that hung on the wall. His eyes stared in bewilderment as he followed the stone's path to the ground.

Trying to press his investigation further, Draco touched the mirror with his finger. As he touched it, he noticed the larger mirror rippled as if it were water. Pulling on a brave face, he quickly shoved his arm into the smaller mirror, closing his eyes in case anything was to happen. After feeling no pain, and checking to see he was unharmed, he glanced up at the washroom mirror. He gasped as he saw his arm dangling out of the mirror before him. He tried to go farther in, but once he had reached his shoulder, a fierce burning sensation flashed through his arm. He immediately removed it, caressing his arm once it was free. He tested it once more, getting the exact same result as before. He concluded that there must have been a restriction set upon the enchantment to limit the size of the object passing through the mirror system, which prevented any whole persons from passing through the network.

Immediately he found himself sprinting out of there as fast as he could. He had to tell Hermione what he discovered. As he exited the room, and sprinted down the corridor he was met with a loud thud as he crashed into something, or someone, sending both parties to the floor.

Draco groaned as he slowly rubbed his head and gathered himself to his feet once more. Looking down at who he had bumped into, Draco groaned at the sight of the green eyes staring back at him through familiar round glasses. "What're ye doin up Potter?" he scoffed.

Harry shook his head trying to get his thoughts straight for a second. "I was looking for Hermione," he frowned as he stood up. Draco noticed he was looking rather frantic, almost worried even.

"Well what's the problem?" he crossed his arms across his chest as he waited an answer from the famous Gryffindor.

"Malfoy look, this is not the time okay? Can you just tell me where Hermione is?" he impatiently asked.

Draco smirked down at Harry. He hadn't really noticed how short the boy-who-lived really was. "How about you give me a good reason as to why you're out past the hours or I deduct thirty points?"

Harry glanced over both his shoulders, then stretched his neck to look past both Draco's shoulders before grabbing him by the sleeve and pulling him to a dark nook in the hallway. "Look, I'm only telling you this because you're the head boy who knows where Hermione might be, as well as to keep you from being the usual git. Okay and because I guess I owe you one for your family saving my life during the war," Draco snorted at the last remark feeling like his family deserved much more but kept his comments to himself. "But Ginny's sick."

Draco frowned at this answer, "Take her to the infirmary," he drawled as he turned away, but something pulled him back.

"No. She's not really sick, she's um, well, I just need Hermione okay?" Harry said as he shuffled his feet.

Draco's eyes lit up with sudden realisation. "You mean to tell me you, Harry Potter, knocked up the Weasley girl?" Draco laughed. "Starting your own quidditch team a little early aren't you? Still, why don't you take her to the infirmary?"

Harry rolled his eyes showing he didn't have the time for arguing. "Don't be so quick to jump to conclusions. We can't take her to the infirmary because well, one, Ron doesn't know, and two, I want Hermione to run a few tests she told me she knows of before making anything public. She might not even be-erm-well-yeah, so no sense in worrying anyone right?" Harry fiddled with his glasses, clearly uncomfortable at telling all this information to his former rival.

"Follow me," Draco sighed, deciding to help Potter and Ginny, more for Ginny's sake, because he had to admit he didn't really hate her as much as he lead on. In fact he was grateful that Ginny was Hermione's best friend, because she seemed to have a way of lightening the Head Girl's mind. It was no coincidence that Hermione's hostility towards Draco had ended practically immediately after Ginny had talked to her earlier that day.

Draco was thankful that Hermione and him had went over their routes with each other so he had an idea of where should be at that hour. Shortly after, the two found Hermione wandering along one of the third floor corridors. Harry quickly replayed all the information to his best friend while Draco leaned against a wall, seeming uninterested in the conversation the two were having.

"It's fine Granger, there isn't much left to do, I'll cover your shift as well for the remainder of the night," he said after hearing Hermione struggle to help her friend because she didn't want to bail on her duties as Head.

Hermione looked up at Draco, her eyes roaming his face to see if he was being serious or not. Draco nodded his head in response as she hastily made her way back to the Gryffindor common room with her best friend.

After finishing up the rounds Draco flopped himself down on the sofa in their common room. He was exhausted, yet he wasn't ready for bed. Something in the back of his mind told him he was forgetting to do something. As he fiddled with something in his pocket, he smacked his head against his forehead as he removed the small mirror. For fucks sakes! He cursed under his breath. I forgot to tell Hermione! Draco groaned as he stared at the mirror that was still glowing. He had no idea how to end the enchantment; he shrugged as he placed in on the table and sprawled out on the couch.

He would have to wait until Hermione returned to figure that part out.

Hermione sighed as she gently closed the door to her common room. She paused for a moment, pressing her forehead against the door and closed her eyes.

She turned around and smiled at the tall, blonde haired boy that was spread out along the couch. She couldn't help but giggle at the sight of his arms sprawled above his head, and one leg hanging over the back of the sofa.

As she walked over to place a blanket on top of him, she noticed a mirror glowing on the table beside him.

"Draco! What is this?" she almost yelled, shoving the wizard awake. He jolted, almost knocking Hermione to the ground. "What. Is. This?" she repeated.

He scratched his head as he blinked a few times to focus his eyes on the object in Hermione's hand. "Oh, right. I wanted to talk to you about that," he said as he stifled a yawn.

Hermione tapped her foot as she crossed her arms. "So… talk," she said, raising an eyebrow at the wizard before her.

"Well I went to test out what you told me earlier about the mirrors, and well I can't seem to figure out how to turn it off," he frowned as he stared intently at the mirror as if his gaze would force it shut off.

Hermione sighed as she pulled out her wand and tapped the glass three times. The glowing faded, eventually disappearing all together.

Shoving his feet to the floor, forcing Draco to sit up, haphazardly however, she sat next to him waiting for him to continue his story.

Draco retold her everything that had happened in the Room of Requirements with the mirror. Hermione's eyes furrowed at the news that he was able to get his arm through the mirror.

"But I thought you couldn't travel through the mirrors unlike the floo network," she questioned.

"And you can't," Draco replied, "well not fully. As soon as I was up to my shoulder through the mirror, the magic seemed to shock me with an intense burning sensation, preventing any more of my body from travelling through." Draco shrugged as if it should be common knowledge, especially for Hermione.

Hermione sat in silence trying to think of something else to say, but for once she couldn't. Finally, she looked up at Draco and softly smiled at him. "I knew the tale of Bloody Mary, or Bathory, or whatever her name is, wasn't true. The myth part about the mirrors at least."

Draco frowned, not at all soothed by her comment. "Yeah, but that leaves us with another mystery as to who could have possibly hurt you."

Hermione yawned as she looked at the time. Merlin, was it two am already? "Yeah, but we can discuss this later, right now, I need to get some sleep. We do have an exam tomorrow morning." She stood, Draco soon following, and she stretched while she let out another yawn.

"Oh, how'd the whole, Ginny thing turn out?" Draco asked.

"Huh?" Hermione mumbled, "oh, right, yeah it was just a scare. She's fine. Bit of the flu is all, plus it's perfectly natural for a girl to be a few days late in her-"

"Ohhhh kay, I get it Granger," Draco laughed nervously as he cut her off, before yawning himself. "Well that's good then, though I do think I would have enjoyed seeing the Weasel tear apart his best friend Potter for blowing up his sister," he added with a laugh which resulted in Hermione punching him playfully in the arm.

They both made it to the stairs at the same time and awkwardly stood, not sure who should go first. Draco stepped aside and allowed Hermione to climb the steps before him.

Before she turned to her room she stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to face Draco who now stood two steps below her.

"What?" he asked.

"Thank you. For everything you've done tonight. It was really sweet of you," she said shyly as she stood staring directly into his eyes. She quickly gave Draco a kiss on the cheek before scurrying off to her own room and climbing into bed. Hermione fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow, a smile splayed across her face.

Draco stood at the top of the stairs, unmoved, shocked. He furrowed his brow as he brought a hand up to his cheek where her lips had pressed softly against. He could still feel the warmth of her breath upon his cheek. He looked up to see the four founders of Hogwarts winking and chuckling at him.

"Sod off," he mumbled to the painting as he finally made his way to his room. Draco thought he couldn't possibly fall asleep now, with everything that had just happened. He found himself oddly surprised however, when he quickly drifted off to sleep. It was one of the best sleeps he had gotten in a while.

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