A/N: Yes, I know I'm horrible for not updating sooner and thereis no excuse for that! Um, just wanna say that I will try to update as much as possible but I wont force myself to write.

Extra Note: My last day at school today! I was at St Joseph's for 8 years! And another thing, I got no awards :P Oh and we had our formal on Tuseday! Yep, thats it! OOOOOH! And the last bit is a bit confusing...

Hermione did not go to the rest of her classes that day. Draco lugged around her book bag for the rest of the day feeling like an coward because he couldn't go up to where he lived and drop the bag off, in fear that Hermione would lash out at him.

"Mr Malfoy." A stern voice called out from behind him. Classes had ended ages ago and the halls were deserted. He had been trying to avoid going back up to his living quarters, even going out of his way to help a first year carry a stack of books, asking Harry and Ginny how the honeymoon was and staying behind after his final class (Defence Against the Dark Arts) to scrub off the doodles all over his desk with a bucket of soppy water and a brush. He slowly turn around to face the Transfiguration Professor.

"Yes, Professor?" He asked tired.

"I think this may help, Ms- Mrs-" Professor McGonnagl sighed "Hermione." she said finally handing over a small bottle with small white pills in it.

"Thank you, Professor!" Draco cried, running off happily towards their 'home'.

"Hermione!" Draco shouted breathlessly, bursting through the portrait and tumbling into the lounge.

Hermione looked up from her book, obviously annoyed. "Where have you been?" she demanded standing up

"Um, out?"

"I was worried sick!"

Draco blinked surprised. "You were?"

"Yes of course I was." she sighed impatiently.

"Why?"

"Cause you're my husband? I don't know. I really don't know anymore," she moaned and sunk back down into the plush chair. "Habit I guess. After being best friends with Harry for so long…" she trailed off.

"Right," Draco said, slightly disappointed. "Um, well McGonagall gave me this-" he held out the bottle "-to give to you."

Hermione took it and unscrewed the top. She smiled gratefully. "I need a glass of water." she said, looking expectantly at Draco. Immediately he got a cup of water and handed it to the brunette. She thanked him and popped a pill into her mouth and gulped the water down. She sighed happily and looked up at Draco.

"Meds for my period." she explained.

"Oh." Was all he said. A uncomfortable silence followed.

"Um, sorry about snapping at you." Hermione finally said sheepishly looking down at her shoes.

"S'alright." Draco mumbled.

"And making you carry my book bag around."

"It's fine."

"And I'm sorry for storming out of your favourite teachers class."

"It doesn't really effect me. You should have been out in Slytherin. No one has ever gotten out of detention with Snape."

"The sorting hat was going to put me in Slytherin." Hermione said nonchalantly, as she sat back down again. She patted the space next to her beckoning Draco to sit with her. He sat down carefully worried about what she might do. It wasn't anything bad. As he leaned back she shuffled closer and leaned against him, and rested her head of his shoulder. At first Draco was surprised at her actions before realising this was what she and Harry used to do. Hermione fiddled with the hem of her sweater, she sighed quietly and then slowly she took one of Draco's pale hands and started gently fiddling with them. She looked up at him almost as if she was asking for his consent. He nodded slightly and smiled. She hummed softly as she played. Slowly her hand stopped, Draco looked down, only to find Hermione fast asleep a small smile playing across her soft pink lips. Then he did the unthinkable, he fell asleep. That was how Blaise found them a few hours later, asleep in each others arms. He grinned and quietly slipped out of the quarters and ran almost halfway down the hall.

"YES!" He cried out, jumping up and down happily. The other portraits looked at him strangely. He just laughed at them, and skipped away.

"Ginny! Harry!" Blaise sang from across the great hall. The two looked up, startled at the Italian. "Guess who I just saw snuggling!"

"Snuggling?" Ginny squealed happily, Harry outraged.

"Yep! Asleep in each others arms." Blaise sighed.

"That's so romantic!" Ginny gushed.

"I'm gonna kill that ferret!" Harry grounded out, furious.

"No your not." Ginny snapped.

"It was so cute!" Blaise interrupted.

"Oh Merlin," Harry sighed. "Sometimes I wonder if you really are straight."

"It was cute!" He defended.

"Yeah, don't be such a bully Harry!" Ginny frowned.

Harry rolled his eyes and stalked off, muttering angrily.

"Don't disrupt them okay?" Blaise said. Ginny pouted.

"Fine." She said reluctantly. "But tell me more!"

Draco opened his eyes slowly, blinking surprised as his nose was assaulted with soft fluffy, stuff. He looked down to find that the stuff was hair. He was even more surprised when he realised it was Hermione's hair and she was curled up on his lap. She had obviously moved while she was asleep and repositioned herself. But what surprised Draco the most was that he didn't mind having the Gryffindor fast asleep on his lap. Unconsciously he ran his long fingers through Hermione's tangled curls, he was wide awake now. He glanced up at the clock, it was the ticking that woke him up. It was morning already, he had woken just in time to get ready for breakfast.

"Hermione." He hissed.

"Hmm?" she mumbled.

"Wake up!"

Hermione's eyes shot open. "Why is the bed so-" she stopped abruptly, looking around. "Merlin! I'm so sorry Draco!" she cried, sitting up. The top of her head smacked his pointy chin.

"OW!" they both cried.

"Sorry!" Hermione apologized.

"Its fine!" Draco said weakly, rubbing the sore spot.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Now we have to get ready!"

The odd couple rushed around their 'home' frantically, constantly yelling out how much longer they had left.

"DRACO, WHERE THE HELL IS MY PULLOVER?"

"I DUNNO! YOU CAN USE MINE IF YOU WANT!"

"YOURS WILL BE TOO BIG THOUGH!"

"HERMIONE, YOU'RE A WITCH."

"RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! THANKS!"

They ran down to breakfast and burst into the great hall. Everyone turned to stare at them, hastily they walked over to their respective tables embarrassed.

Draco from his seat at the Slytherin table watched as Hermione slipped into the seat next to Neville Longbottom. He watched as she said something to him. Neville grinned and then whispered something into her ear. Hermione jumped up angrily, he quickly soothed her and she sat back down rolling her eyes. Then she sighed and hugged him quickly and left the great hall face flushed. Neville carried on eating his breakfast blissfully unaware of the blond Slytherin glaring at him from across the room. Draco stabbed his fried egg angrily.

"What's got your wand in a knot?" Blaise asked sitting in the seat in front of his friend.

"Longbottom." he hissed

"What'd he do?"

"He- he…" Draco spluttered

Blaise raised and eyebrow.

"He was being Longbottom!" Draco finally huffed

"Being Longbottom?" Blaise echoed confused

"Yes. He was chatting Hermione up!"

"Chatting her up?"

"Yes! Don't you have anything better to say then to echo me?"

Blaise smirked "But Longbottom has Lovegood."

"So? He's a man whore." Draco sniffed haughtily

"Uh-huh. So why doesn't he have boils and green hair?"

"Because- because, well I don't know! He's gotten around the law some how."

"Ok then…."

"Anyways I think I'm coming down with something. My hands get all sweaty and my hearts starts beating really fast. I also keep on getting this fluttery feeling in my stomach and my mouth goes all dry and I start stuttering!"

"Mate, when does this happen? Like most of the time?"

"Actually when I'm around Hermione. Maybe I'm allergic to her?"

"I never thought I'd see the day when Draco Malfoy sort of admitted he is in love with Hermione Granger!"

"Malfoy," Draco corrected "Hermione Malfoy."

"Sorry forgot about that. The day when Draco Malfoy admits he's in love with his wife"

"I don't love her!"

"You've got all the symptoms. Said them yourself, sweaty hands, heart beats faster, butterflies in your stomach, mouth goes dry, jealous of Longbottom being around her, oh and lets not forget the whole 'she's mine' thing"

"When did I say that?"

"When you corrected me after I called her Hermione Granger" Blaise smirked

"Your crazy. I don't love that m-mud- muggle born!"

"Can't say it can you? Oooh, you've got it bad!"

"I don't love her!"

Blaise sighed and shook his head, pityingly.

Hermione's first friend was Neville Longbottom. Although Harry was her best friend, Neville would always be her first as she was his. That was why whenever they had any problems they would go to each other, and right now Hermione felt like she had a huge problem. How could she fall asleep on Draco Malfoy's lap? It wasn't too bad though, he was her husband…. Quickly she found Neville.

"Neville!"

"Yes, Hermione?" the Gryffindor said smiling.

"I have a problem."

Neville frowned concerned. "What happened?"

"I woke up, on Draco's lap."

"So?"

"SO? So?"

"He's your partner."

"Yeah but…."

"I think its how your feeling that's worrying you." Neville said wisely. Hermione frowned confused.

"Well-" Hermione started but soon realised she couldn't really describe the feeling she had when had woken up that morning. Neville leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"I think you may just love him." He smiled faintly. Hermione jumped up outraged and a little embarrassed.

"I do not!" she retorted.

"Sit down Hermione! Everyone's looking at you!" Neville said, gently tugging her arm. Reluctantly she sat down, rolling her eyes. She stared at Neville, maybe she did love him. She sighed.

"I dunno." She whispered as she hugged Neville goodbye. He smiled.

"I'm here for you, 24/7."

"Thanks Neville."

Hermione left the great hall quickly trying to sort out her emotions.

A/N: Was that OK? Not too confusing? I'll try update soon but like I said above I wont force myself to!