A/N: Sorry, I take forever to update! Also this chapter is short, due to it mostly being a filler for things to come. Thank you to everyone who is reviewing! I really appreciate it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Harry Potter owns me.
Hermione was relieved that it was Saturday, and planned on spending her day with as little interaction with other classmates as possible. She pulled on a maroon jumper that had a giant gold H knit on the front, a Christmas present from Molly. She noted that her jumpers were always exactly like Harry's, except for the fact that her H's had slightly curved ends. Thinking about her similarities to Harry caused her to wonder again whether or not Harry would've been Deputy Head of House for Gryffindor, had he returned to Hogwarts. Pushing the thought to the back of her head, Hermione grabbed her letter for Harry and made her way to the owlery. Walking alone made her feel lonelier than she could've imagined, had the boys been there she would be walking with them, laughing and talking along the way, and they probably would've decided stop at Hagrid's on their way back. Well, boys or not, she made the decision to stop at the half-giant's cottage after she left the owlery.
"So... Drake, you shagging Granger, yet?" Blaise started laughing when his friend began to choke on his tea.
"Don't be foul, Blaise. I'm eating here," Draco answered when he finally recovered. Draco glared at his companion as he continued to laugh.
"What's got you looking sour?" Theo Nott asked as he took a seat across from them at the dining table.
"He's just miffed because I've exposed his sordid affairs with one third of the Golden Trio,"
Catching the mischievous glint in Blaise's eye, Theo quipped, "Oh, Drake… I always knew you and Potter had chemistry, I'm so happy for you,"
"Get stuffed you two," Draco stood and started to saunter away, annoyed with his friends' shenanigans.
"Oi, Draco!" he turned at Theo's voice to see what he wanted, he immediately regret the decision when his friend called out, "Who's got the bigger wand?"
Draco sent a stinging hex flying in their direction, thankful that only Professor Sprout was in the Great Hall at the time, and that she was completely unaware. Not really knowing where he was headed, he walked out of the entrance, enjoying the crisp air that came with the start of autumn. He closed his eyes and let the wind encompass him, when the breeze stopped he opened his eyes to see none other than Hermione Granger approaching the castle- and essentially him- from what looked to be the direction of Hagrid's hut.
Feigning obliviousness, Draco pretended to be startled by Hermione's "sudden" appearance, "Why Granger, you frightened me. It doesn't help that you look as if you've just been attacked by every inhabitant in the Forbidden Forest," he jeered, "You should probably go see Pomfrey, who knows what kind of creatures are inhabiting that nest of yours,"
"Bugger, you mean you don't like it?" Hermione replied in a sarcastic tone, she held her hand up to her chest and put on an affronted face, "And to think I did all of this for you,"
Draco was confused, but didn't let his face show it. Why wasn't she rolling her eyes? Or yelling at him? Why was she playing back? His silence pleased Hermione, and she advanced until she could feel his breath on her face.
"What are you doing?" he asked, he was set on standing his ground, but he wasn't too keen on finding out what Hermione had in mind.
"What do you mean, Draco?" she purred, "You were the one waiting for me,"
"Granger…" his eyes grew larger, and his discomfort was etched clearly on his face.
She stood on her tiptoes and whispered huskily into his ear, "You know Draco, I would much rather prefer if it was you inhabiting my nest," she pat his cheek twice with her hand before quickly disappearing into the building. Draco stood there dumbfounded trying to figure out what had just happened. Eventually smirk grew on his face, as he turned to the closed castle doors and shouted to no one in particular, "You may have won that round, but you're not going to win the game,"
Pretty satisfied with herself, Hermione joined her friends for the remainder of breakfast. Dean and Neville both commented on her cheery mood, they presumed that correspondence with Harry and Ron was the cause of her change in disposition, and she let them believe what they wanted. There was no point in correcting them, besides they would not have understood why that interaction with Malfoy would've improved her mood, and they would have passed it off as her fancying him, that was the furthest thing from the truth. She spent the rest of her Saturday completing assignments, studying, and avoiding Malfoy. At dinner, however, she couldn't avoid him completely. She felt his eyes boring holes into her head, so she looked up at him with a smirk that could rival one of his own, plastered on her face. She winked, causing a smirk of his own to appear. Little did they know, that two people witnessed the entire interaction, Blaise Zabini and Ginny Weasley.
