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Blaise woke up. He rubbed his eyes and sat up on his bed. He looked around, eyes adjusting to the amount of sunlight in the room. Then he spotted something very interesting.

"Would you look at this!" he finally said, after almost having a heart attack. "Hey, Nott!" he turned to Theo's bed. It was empty. "Shame, you're missing the greatest scandal of all Hogwarts," he shook his head, and looked back again at the two people on Malfoy's bed, trying to decided if he was hallucinating. "Well!" He laughed, finally convincing himself it was real. "I did have an inkling it would come to something like this, but I didn't expect it this early!"

He stood up and took a picture, for…future generations. He snickered all the way out of the room with the developed photo in hand, taking in the picture in motion, or rather, who were in it and what they were doing.

He would keep it for a while. He could make copies of it and sell it around Hogwarts or use it for blackmail, but he wouldn't. It would be something he could personally laugh at whenever he was bored.

Maybe he would give it to Ginny for her birthday. She'd like that.

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Hermione finally came around. She was energized, rested, thanks to (finally) solid hours of sleep she needed really badly. It was the best sleep she had in a long time. She opened her eyes.

And realized her face was only centimeters apart from the face of Draco Malfoy.

And their bodies were really, really, close together.

She let out a quiet, high-pitched cry and backed away.

He cracked open one eye. "Finally awake, are we?" He sat up groggily.

Hermione noticed the empty beds in the room. Malfoy's roommates were nowhere in sight.

She sat up too, and dread creeped in. Did they see her? Her head was no longer under the blankets when she woke up. She fell asleep! She didn't get to leave when his roommates woke up! She pulled her hair in frustration. THEY MUST HAVE SEEN!

And now it's probably all over the school, she thought, terrified.

Malfoy threw off the sheets. Hermione saw her nightgown was now only covering above her underwear. It had probably went up because she usually moved around a lot when she sleeps.

She flinched violently and pulled it down, flushing.

Malfoy hurriedly looked away, his face redder than hers. "Er…sorry about that…"

Then something dawned on Hermione that made her forget yet another embarrassing moment Malfoy witnessed.

It was a Monday morning.

"What time is it?"

Malfoy checked his watch. "Half-past nine…oh, shit."

"Oh my God! We're late! Hours late!" In a hurry scrambling off the bed, her foot got caught by some blankets tucked under the mattress and she fell to the floor, butt-first.

She felt like an idiot, and wobbled dizzily back up standing, not as fully awake as she thought she was.

Malfoy sniggered.

"Shut it," she snapped tersely.

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"And," Hermione huffed, her irritated voice still audible even with the sound of the water from the shower hitting the floor. "Weren't you already awake before I was? It didn't come to you at all to wake me up?"

It was only a dark green shower curtain that separated them. Hermione was taking a shower as fast as she can, and Malfoy was brushing his teeth at the speed of light. "Watch that tone, Granger," Malfoy replied, vexed, spitting toothpaste out of his mouth. "You better be grateful I'm letting you use my bathroom. And I did try to wake you up, when they were all asleep!"

"You did not!" She retorted, defiant.

"Yes, I did, you just wouldn't wake up. Even if the whole castle was under siege I bet all the galleons in my Gringotts vault you still wouldn't wake up!"

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Malfoy threw a fresh towel above the shower curtain and into the shower, and Hermione caught it.

"Throw me my clothes?"

He tossed the uniform and underwear they accio'd a while ago above the curtain. Normally he would never, not on his life, handle female…articles (especially not Hermione Granger's female articles). Strange how being hellbent to get to class as fast as you can make you forget how much you hate people. That went for both of them.

The next thing they knew they were zipping across the halls to their different classes, with Hermione's hair was unnaturally better-looking, which was due to her using Malfoy's expensive hair products (which she accused of being too female-like for him to own, which caused another argument breaking out in the bathroom).

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"Where've you been, Malfoy?" Blaise asked with a knowing smile as Malfoy entered the History of Magic classroom.

Well, fuck, he thought.

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Hermione burst through the room and started apologizing profusely to Professor Flitwick. She came up with random lies on the spot to say why she was late. She was forgiven easily because this was her first time this year, being late for a class. She sat down on her seat nervously, and was amazed that no one appeared to know what really happened. The day progressed normally.

Did no one see her in the dorms? She wondered.