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A/N: Here is chapter 11 finally! I had a little bit of writers block, but I'm over it now! Thank the lord eh? LOL! Thanks for all the reviews! Almost 300 now! How kooool would it be if I logged online tomorrow and find out I have over 300 reviews? AHEM~hint~AHEM...

Chapter 11

Draco had been sat at the breakfast table for about half an hour since he got up, and was staring impatiently at Hermione's bedroom door. He wanted to talk to her, but he wasn't really sure what to say. Head in one hand and drumming his fingers of the other hand onto the dark wood of the table he lost himself in thoughts. And who was he thinking of? A drunken Professor McGonagall naturally. Oh, how he wished he could be in class right now, just so he can use it as blackmail to get out of homework for a month or something. Shaking his head he came out of his thoughts.
He started to tap his foot on the floor under the table as he made up a song in his head.

'Wake up Hermione! (laaaalaaaaaaa)
Wake up fast! (Laaaaaaalaaaaaaaaa)
Tell me can't you see? (Laaaaaalaaaaaaa)
That my hate is in the past? (Laaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaa)
Wake up Hermione! (Laaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaa)
You are long over due (Laaaaaalaaaaaaaa)
Just wait until you see (Laaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaa)
What I have in store for you! (LaaaaaaaaLaaaaaaaaa)'**

Patience were NOT his strong point. After making up a full chorus of 'Wake Up Hermione (LaaLaa)' along with a verse he rolled his eyes and stood up. Walking towards her door he raised his hand, curled it into a fist and went to knock. But he stopped before it hit the wood of her door. What was he thinking? He knew what she was like in the mornings. Still... things had changed. Kind of. Draco put his pale hand back down to his side and bit on his lower lip. 'Wake, or not to wake. That is the question.' Shot through Draco's brain. Damn that Shakespeare muggle! He raised his hand back up to the door. Knock or not, knock or not, knock or not, knock or.. He knocked. Hearing Hermione groan and get out of bed he panicked.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes. Hmm... she had been dreaming. About flying with Draco and actually kissing him somewhere in the grounds. Groaning, she threw off her bed sheets and pulled on her slippers. As soon as she placed her left foot in her red slipper the realisation had hit home like an Atom bomb. She did fly with Malfoy. She did kiss Mal... Draco. And she did see a drunk Professor McGonaga-- Hold up! She kissed Draco? ... Heh heh. And he kissed back. Hermione felt a blush creep up her neck to her cheeks as she walked over to the door. Taking a deep breath in, she reached out for the handle and quickly opened the bedroom door.

Draco jumped back in shock. He was just about to give up and walk back to his own room when Hermione pulled the door open. Mouth open in shock, all Draco could do was blink at her, whilst clutching his chest with his right hand.

"Good god Hermione! Never do that to me again! I could have hexed you on the spot!" Hermione gave a small smile at him.
"Riiigghht. And good morning to you too! Now, why did you wake me?" She asked narrowing her eyes slightly. Hermione had got used to the pleasure of sleeping in, and she knew when she finally got back into the school life it would be hard to give it up.
Draco still didn't know why he chose to wake her. Maybe he was bored. Maybe he wanted to talk to someone. Or maybe...
"In the wake of my recent fright I seemed to have forgotten." He replied idly, tugging on the bottom of his t-shirt absentmindedly.
"Mmhmm." Hermione said suppressing a yawn as she slightly brushed past him and walked towards their table.

After finishing her breakfast, having a quick shower and getting dressed, Hermione found herself sitting in her chair opposite Draco near the fire. She stole a glance up at him. He was looking down at his hands in his lap, and the shadows of the fire were playing across his face. Thinking of all that happened last night she found it all hard to start a conversation. Although Draco and her hardly had proper conversations to begin with. Draco looked up and Hermione suddenly shifted her gaze slightly. Draco was the first to talk.

"So..." Hermione looked at him and blushed once more, hoping Draco couldn't see it from the light of the fire. The curtains still had to be drawn, since Hermione was still sensitive to light.
"... So..." Was her reply. What to talk about... either the kissing... or...
"Well McGonagall was truly smashed last night huh?" She said. Draco's face brightened at the fact they now had something to talk about.
"Didn't she half! Why, if my father knew she had been intoxicated whilst having to teach a class the next day, I dread to think of what he'd have to say. You see, he really wants me to be well educated. A Malfoy cannot come across as, how shall I phrase this, imperceptive? It would bring shame on the name! The horror!" Draco gave a small sarcastic snort. Hermione decided to kindly by-pass that part of information at that moment in time. She didn't want him to feel pressured to talk about it, as she could tell it caused him bitterness.
"What do you think she'll do to Snape though? I haven't seen that glint in her eye before. And trust me, I've seen quite a lot of looks from her. From pleasure in my work to disappointment in the things Ron, Harry and I get up to." Hermione trailed off chuckling.

Their conversation dragged on for another hour or so. They talked about school work. Which subject they liked the best, and worst. On how they rate the professors and fellow students (excluding Harry, Ron, Ginny, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy). Draco was really interested on what Hermione's parent's did for a living too, as he'd never known of dentists, or never needed on. Ah, the brilliance of magic.

"And they actually pay for someone to stick their hands in their mouth? That is so revolting." Draco said, pulling a face to show his point. And when Hermione told him about fillings, he couldn't handle it anymore.
"...So they make the side of your mouth go numb, I think you need about two injections in your mouth for that, and they get the drill and BBBZZZZ... drill into the tooth, making it hollow. Then when tha-"
"Hermione please! Stop! There is no need for this.. this torture!" Draco's face had gone slightly paler than his normal colour. "What have I ever done to you to deserve this!" Draco through his hands up in mock horror. Hermione's smile fell and she stood up.
"Actually, quite a lot of things spanning over the last 5 and a half years. I can write a list if you want." Since it was close to lunch time, she walked over to the table and sat down. Draco pulled a 'Oh shit.' face, and a few minutes later he got up and sat next to her.

"I ... I know there isn't a lot I can say, or explain why I am like I am." He said shrugging. "But, I am starting to realise it gets me nowhere and fast. Now, it's been, what? Less than 24 hours since our truce, and look how we are now! If only I had been like I am now all the way back in first year we would all be friends." He finished. Hermione turned to look at him.
"But then you wouldn't be Draco Malfoy." She answered him, giving a small smirk. "And to be honest, I don't think I'd like you any less than what you are. Well, maybe lay off the cruelty a touch, just an itsy bitsy bit?" She asked and started to laugh. Draco looked at her as if she'd grown three extra heads, one extra eye on each head and an foot planted on each forehead.
"I'll give it my best shot!" He replied, giving a fake 'winning' grin, the kind were you would expect him to show you two 'thumbs up'. Hermione rolled her eyes as the visitors alarm rang. Draco stood up and went to the door.

"For you." He told her. Hermione got off the seat and headed towards the door where Draco was stood. "It must be Scarhead and the Weed." He finished.
"Hey..!" She scolded him, reminding him of what he had just promised.
Draco raised one eyebrow. "Oh come on! I can't call them by their proper names. It just wouldn't feel right!" He finished, giving a fake shudder. Hermione was standing next to him by now, hand reached out for the door.
"True." Hermione smiled, and she went on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on his lips, leaving a shocked and blushing Draco on the other side of the door.

* * *

Hermione seated herself on the plush black seat. On the other side of the glass sat Ginny, Ron and Harry. And from the look on Ron's face, they were using their lunch break to come see her.

"Hello!" Ginny spoke up. "Can you hear me ok through this?" Ginny leaned forward and tapped the glass a few times.
"GINNY! Get off! You'll break it, and we'll get infected!" Ron said, pulling Ginny's arm back. She rolled her eyes and sat back down.
"So how are you all then?" Hermione asked, looking at her three friends.
"We're fine thanks, Ron here is a little hungry, and Ginny is positively bursting to tell you some gossip!" Harry said smiling. "How are you coping?"
"Me? Oh, so-so!" She answered trying to hide the massive smile on her face. She turned her gaze to her red haired female friend.
"So, Gin! Gossip I hear?"
"You sure will do!" Ginny's eyes widened. "So listen to THIS! Apparently Professor McGonagall got drunk last night! My friend Megan from Ravenclaw was sneaking out last night to go see her boyfriend, Seb, from Hufflepuff. And she said she seen her all swaying about right. Muttering about Snape of all people!" Ginny paused for breath, and both Harry and Ron looked positively bored. They had most likely heard this story all morning. Ginny continued.
"And then today, on the way to breakfast we seen Snape matching down the corridor to Dumbledore's office, with... get this ... curly hair with red streaks in! Oh he looked so scary! So me and Megan think that McGonagall came onto Snape last night, and he flat refused. So she went out and got drunk, came back and got revenge on our potion master in his sleep! But how did she know his password for his private area? She must had been there late at night before!! Oh you should have seen him though Mione!" Ginny's eyes were now watering through laughter. Hermione didn't know whether to laugh or ... well laugh! She knew that the McGonagall coming onto Snape must be a rumour, since she and Draco heard the reason why McGonagall was drunk. But still...!

"That'... er... WOW!" She said, shock written all over her face.
Ron nodded his head and in a solemn voice said; "I know."
The rest of the visit went on as usual. Harry talked about Quidditch, Ron went on about beating Harry at chess again, Ginny moaned about Fred and Georges' latest prank on her, and they also asked how Malfoy was treating her. Hermione felt her cheeks turn red at the mention of his name, but they didn't seem to notice. They were talking about the best way to kill Draco if he'd hurt Hermione in anyway. Eventually Hermione stopped them.
"Shouldn't you be getting back to classes? Lunch is almost over! And I have homework to do!" She told them.
"Don't remind me about lunch." Ron moaned as the got up. "Or homework!" They all said their goodbyes, and left.

Hermione stood up and brushed the creases out of her clothes, and went back into the common room. She found Draco sat at the table with their lunch waiting.
"I knew you'd be back soon. Hope you don't mind?" He asked sheepishly, nodding towards her plate. Which sounded strange coming from him.
Hermione took her seat and smiled over to him. "No, not at all thanks. And do I have some news for you!" She grinned, picking up her knife and fork.

A/N: Oh -ho!! Hope you liked this chapter. Yes Yes I know not much happened in it! It's a build up for next chapter! When they sneak out again! What will happen? Will they get caught? How? Why and most of all, by WHO?! *gasp* ... Well I dunno! Don't look at me for answers! I'm just the blooming writer! *rolls eyes* YOU tell ME! Mwahaha.. ya. GIMME A CHEER! This chapter is quite long!! Anyway, review n all... Any idea's are welcome!

** Thanks to Tropical Flavored Yama for writing that lil piece of song.. that gave me the urge to write on! Also, I would REALLY REALLY like it if you could give my friend, Sheena's HP fic a read! It is SO good, and has loads of potential! Heh Heh! Futuristic Trouble its called. Just click the link, read and review!**

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