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Chapter 12: Sleeping and Waking No. 10…Her-my, oh, my!
Ron kicked the bunk on top of him.
He was still sleeping under Malfoy, because the blond had decided that he didn't care about sleeping on the top.
Ron kicked the top a few more times until he got a groan from Malfoy.
"What the hell are you doing?" he mumbled, pulling his wand out of a bag on his floating bedside table, "I have my wand out, by the way."
Silence from the Weasel.
What was up with the annoying red-head?
Draco shifted to the side of his bed and hung his head over the edge of the bunk. He saw that Weaselbee was pretending to sleep. Draco pointed his wand at Weasley's pillow, "Engorgio." He whispered. The pillow puffed up and burst, spraying feathers everywhere.
"What was that for, Malfoy!" the Weasel yelled
"Shh! You might wake someone up." Smirked Draco, pulling himself back onto his bed. He stuck his wand back into the little bag he kept it in during the night.
"Malfoy, you are going to get it." Said Weasley
"Hasn't your mere existence already scarred me enough?" grumbled Draco
"You are seriously going to die," Weaselbee replied
"I could easily tell you lies and truths that would scar you. Do you want that?" Draco countered
Silence from the Weasel.
"Didn't think so." Said Draco, jumping down from the bunk. Scarhead was awake, cursing Draco as he walked past his bunk. Draco opened the door of their dorm and walked down the hallway blearily, not noticing that he was still in his pajamas, which meant that he was only wearing boxer shorts.
Draco heard someone following him down the hall. He turned around and saw both Potty and Weasley coming down the passage. He ignored them and walked into the common room. He walked up to one of the couches, sat on the arm and fell backwards onto the couch.
"Do you need something?" said a voice next to him. Hermione. She was sitting next to his head. And she was wearing those green 'pajamas'.
"Um…..hi?" he said, staring up into her chocolate eyes.
"Like I said, do you need something?" said Hermione
"Yeeaaaa-No! No, no!" he answered
"Why are you just lying there, without a shirt, in the middle of the common room?" asked Hermione
"Why are you sitting there, wearing almost nothing, in the middle of the common room?" Draco retorted
"If you must know, these are my pajamas and Ginny wanted me to wear them, so I am and I'm out here because the Slytherins in my dorm are annoying."
"If you must know, these are my pajamas and your little friends are also annoying. In fact they followed me." He said, pointing to Harry and Ron, who were standing there and watching them.
"Hullo guys." Hermione said feebly
"Good morning." Harry said, sitting on the arm of the couch next to her.
"Morning." She answered
"Morning Scarhead, Weaselbee." Said Draco, sitting up next to Hermione. Ron flinched a little and Harry's eyes widened a little.
"What're you playing at, Malfoy?" said Ron
"Nothing. What are you talking about?" said Draco, stretching his arm out so it looked like he was going to sling it around Hermione's bare shoulders. He knew that it would get on their nerves.
"What are you doing?" said Hermione
"Exactly, Malfoy." Said Harry
"Nothing, nothing," Draco said, actually putting his arm on Hermione's shoulders.
Silence from the Weasel.
Then he went red and was about to start threatening Draco.
"Calm down, Weasel. You think I really want to put my arms around a mudblood, especially this one?" said Draco, taking his arm away from Hermione, "I'm just trying to get on your nerves, both of you."
Hermione whispered to Draco, "You didn't seem so hesitant about mudbloods in that cupboard on Valentine's Day." Draco elbowed her in the ribs hard.
"Well it worked. Now come on Hermione, let's go" said Harry "Or maybe you should change first and then we'll go."
"Right, bye Malfoy, have a nice…well….have a horrible life." Said Ron
"You've already done that for me, if only you would drop dead." Said Draco, giving Hermione a bit of a push off the couch
Hermione fell on the sofa and landed in a heap in the floor.
"Your coordination must be off. I didn't push you that hard."
"Whatever Malfoy." She answered, getting up and brushing off imaginary dirt on her silk jim-jams and then bounding off to change.
OooOOOoooOOOooo
Draco straightened his tie a few times. He usually liked to wear his tie loose, but meeting the Headmaster of Hogwarts was something different. Pansy was standing behind him; trying to make her skirt longer (she had charmed it to make itself shorter.).
He heard scuffling down the hallway. The orange-top and Hermione were hurtling down the hallway, the brunette just ahead of Weasley.
Hermione skidded to a stop right next to Draco. Ron crashed into her. He ended up catching himself before he fell, but Hermione ended up on top of Draco.
"Hey there, Granger." He whispered
"Hi." She squeaked, carefully getting off of Draco. She sat on the ground until Draco stood up, and then shot up. Pansy sniffed arrogantly and scrunched herself next to Draco. Ron apologized a lot and Hermione awkwardly brushed it off.
The four students stood in a line, no one talking. Finally the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw 5th year prefects came downstairs and told them that they could go upstairs to meet with Dumbledore.
Hermione was the first to walk up the stairs. The rest followed her up the winding staircase.
"Good afternoon Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Parkinson." Said Dumbledore "Please take a seat."
The pupils took their seats in front of Dumbledore's desk.
"So, how are your houses holding up with the new arrangements?" he asked
"Well, there is one problem. I have to share a room with the Gryffindor's." Said Pansy, flipping her short hair over her shoulder
"That is the point of this year." Said Dumbledore
"I have a small question Headmaster." Said Hermione "There are a few more months after Christmas than before Christmas. So will we be staying with the Slytherins until the end of the school year?"
"For the last two months of school you will be staying in your own dorms." Answered Dumbledore "Any more problems?"
"No thank you, Headmaster." Said Draco
"You may all leave then." Said Dumbledore
The four trailed out of his office, all politely saying goodbyes to Fawkes.
"Well that was kind of weird" said Ron
"Not as weird as you" said Malfoy
"Can it Malfoy," said Ron
"Guys, guys, please. Just leave it, it's nothing." Said Hermione
"Are you sticking up for him Hermione?" asked Ron
"Yeah, are you sticking up for me?" asked Malfoy, his lips curving into a smirk
"No! Just, both of you, shut up!" she snapped, bothered by Malfoy's smirk
"Alright, just chill."
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Hermione brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and finished up her homework. Ron and Harry sat on either side of her, also finishing their assignments.
"Ron that's all wrong," she said, reading over his essay "you're not supposed to-"
"Lost your wand Hermione?" said Ron, cutting her off
"Give it Ron. Please?" said Hermione
Ron lifted her wand above his head and diagonally. Hermione had to lean into him to get her wand.
"Hey! Please?" laughed Hermione
"No, no, no." grinned Ron
"Ron! I won't correct you. Just give me my wand!" she fake pouted, laughing some more
"Alright, here you go." Said Ron, giving up the wand
"Thanks." Said Hermione
Draco watched their fun little conversation from across the room. He grumbled and put his head in his hands. He hated the Weasel even more. Scarhead didn't seem to be 'flirting' with Hermione but he did make her smile….and laugh. Was he really jealous of an over grown fire hydrant and The Boy Who Wouldn't Die? Unfortunately, yes.
He watched as Hermione got her wand stolen again. Draco got up and walked over to where the Golden Trio was sitting. He grabbed the wand that Ron was holding and fingered it a bit.
"Malfoy!" said Ron "Give it back."
"It's not yours, so why should I give it back to you? I believe that it belongs Granger." Smirked Malfoy
"Yes it is. Now please give it back to me." Sighed Hermione
"Well, since you asked so nicely…no." said Draco, twirling her wand around in his fingers
Hermione stood up and stood in front of Draco, "Give me my wand. Now"
"I don't think I will, you'll have to get it, like the Weaselbee wanted you to."
"What're you talking about?"
"You'll have to get it from me." Said Draco, waving Hermione's wand in front of her. She tried to grab it but the blond lifted it above his head and diagonally, like Ron had. Hermione stood on her toes and lunged for it. They were nose-to-nose. Draco froze and Hermione took this as an advantage to snatch her wand out of his hand.
"Thank you!" she said sunnily
"Oh, you're welcome." Grumbled Draco, mentally slapping himself
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Draco stayed in the common room for as long as he could, watching Hermione read. Her friends went to bed and the number of people in the common room started to dwindle. Soon it was just the two.
Hermione noticed Draco looking at her while she read. She was getting tired. Very tired.
Draco watched as Hermione put her book down and made herself comfortable on the couch. Draco waited a few minutes until he thought Hermione was fast asleep.
Draco walked up to the couch and picked Hermione up carefully. He sat down with her in his lap.
He gazed at the brunette for a little while. He wanted to say goodnight like he had the last few times.
Draco bent his head down and kissed Hermione on the lips. It lasted for a few seconds because….because….was she…?
She was kissing him back!
Draco almost pulled away in surprise but didn't. Hermione didn't pull away either, which meant that he wasn't dreaming.
The kiss was soft and gentle…for about five seconds. It turned because of Hermione, who snaked her arms around Draco's neck. It turned into an all-out snog. With the thrilling works.
Finally Hermione pulled away, looked into Draco's silver eyes and with a Malfoy worthy smirk said "I wasn't actually asleep all those times."
