A/N: Heyy. Thanks guys, for all the positive reviews you guys have left me. I really do appreciate them, they make me smile (: I'm nearing a hundred now - it'd be the most I've ever gotten, and I don't think it's too bad for just 21 chapters. What do you think guys? Think at least six of you can drop me a review and push my stats up to one hundred reviews? Anyway. I had to throw in the little thing between Draco and Hermione at the beginning... Nothing shall come of it though, it's too soon, but I think I'm going to start moving things up quickly. Anyone have any objections to the next chapter being a week in the future for them? Then I can start the REAL activities...
The day had passed quickly, and night time had came, and gone as well. It was early morning and the sun was beginning to creep up and filter through the curtains causing Hermione to sling an arm over her eyes, and turn her back to the window, her face pressed against Draco's chest. Had she been fully awake, she'd have moved from this position quickly, instead she snuggled in, feeling comfy, and glad the light had stopped toturing her eyes. Draco woke up as soon as he felt her move, he was only a light sleeper. His first reaction had been to move away from her, but when she snuggled in to his chest, he left her, and closed his eyes again. It wasn't that he liked her or anything, it was just that no one had ever really been this close to him, and he liked the feeling that he didn't repulse her. He even considering pulling his arms around her to keep her there in case he went back to sleep, but didn't. If she woke up, she might be mad, instead he just snuggled down further in to his pillow, and placed a hand in over her hair.
It was only half an hour later that Hermione had awoken properly, and found herself close to Draco, her head on his chest. He had put his arm around her, as he slept, and his chin was on top of his head. She felt like a teddy bear, and smiled. Draco - with a teddy bear wasn't a thought she could have early morning and not find it hilarious. Tigger was at the foot of the bed, obviously ditching out on Harry during the night, although Hermione didn't blame the cat, it was a well known fact that Harry snored. Loudly.
Pushing herself away from Draco, Hermione got out of bed, closed the gap in curtain, to prevent Draco waking up, she thought it would be easier if he stayed asleep, so she didn't have to deal with Harry and him arguing, plus she wanted a bath, and it'd probably be better to get one whilst both males were fast asleep. She walked in to the bathroom, Tigger following her, dodging and dashing between her feet, and running around her. They really did have a hyperactive cat, but Tigger was cute, so she could pull of the bouncing instead of walking.
Draco woke up, just after Hermione left the room and sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. It was too early to be awake, and enjoy the fact but there wasn't much he could do. He looked at the clock, and saw it was half six, in the morning. He flung himself backwards, and lay back on his pillow. Way to early to get up. He heard the taps go on in the bathroom, and knew it would be Hermione - he also remembered she had work this morning. With another sigh, he got out of bed - he was already restless - and walked down the stairs, in to the living room and threw himself down on the sofa...On to a rather large lump, which then proceeded to make a lot of unpleasent sounds and words...
"Ahh!" Draco shouted, and jumped up, "Potter! Are you still here?!"
Harry's head popped up from under a blanket, looking extrememly annoyed, and a hand followed, reaching for his glasses, and propping them up on his nose. "Evidently I am still here. Thanks for the wake up call, by the way." Draco heard the sarcastic undertone, but chose to ignore it.
"Hey, I'll always be around to wake you up." He said cheerfully, "Though next time, a hammer, your head, a angry Hermione and a whole lot of ice will be involved." Draco didn't mention that what he really meant was that he'd sit on Harry's head, Hermione would get angry and hit Draco's head with a hammer, and Draco would be the one using the ice. Nah, it was much more fun for Harry to think that Draco meant he was gunna wake him up with a hit to the head with a hammer.
Harry shook his head, "Yeah yeah, keep chatting." He said, "Hermione awake?"
Draco nodded, "She's in the bath - she's got work...which means that you need to leave soon, because I don't feel like spending the day alone with you."
"Yeah, feelings mutual, don't worry about it." Harry retorted, shaking his head. Draco was so immature. Sure, Harry didn't like him, but he'd be polite, after all, Hermione had to live wih him for God knows how long. He wondered if Divorce was allowed... he'd have to ask about that.
Hermione walked down the stairs, dressed smartly but casually. "You two aren't harrassing each other again are you?" She asked, not waiting for an answer, but walking in to the kitchen, fully intending to get a cup off coffee before she left for "work".
"He started it!" Draco shouted, following her. "When's he leaving, anyway?"
Hermione turned to look at him, her face set hard. "Whenever he wants to leave." She answered, turning back to the kettle, it clicked when it was boiled, and Draco stared at it.
"Is it supposed to do that?" He asked, "Because it was doing it yesterday, and I thought I'd broke it..." He said slowly, his eyes not leaving it even as Hermione lifted it up and poured the steaming water in to her cup.
"Yup. It means the water's boiled." She said simply, stiring her drink, then walking back in to the living room.
Harry was folding the blankets up, and smiled at Hermione, "I'm gunna go see if Ginny's awake, and apologize. See if I can get back in my house."
"Finally!" Draco cried, "I'm locking the bloody door when you've gone," he warned, "don't think you're getting back in here whilst Hermione is at work."
Hermione glared at him, and turned to Harry, "I'm sure she'd let you back in, you know Ginny... she gets angry, but then she chills and forgets about it."
Harry just nodded, "I'll walk out with you." He said, sitting down next to the folded blanket.
Hermione smiled, and placed her cup down on the table. "I'm gunna set off in about half an hour, I'd rather be early than late - it makes a better impression."
Harry nodded again, "Yeah it does." He sighed, "Man - you're the only one who's going to pass this course." He stated with a smile.
Draco gave a huff, and turned around, walking back in to the kitchen. Harry-Bloody-Potter. The Boy who would NOT die. Or, as Draco prefered to refer to him in own mind: "Stupid bloody useless git who can never do anything right, including die." But Draco personally felt that it was too long to just say in casual conversation, so he kept the name to himself. He did considering just shortening it down to "stupid bloody useless git." and he did have to admit that it described Harry to a tee. Draco didn't understand how three people so different could become the best of friends. He supposed in some aspects, they were the same - they were loyal as anything, and they were all Gryffindors, but he didn't see how Weasley - with his humour - Potter - with his incompetence, and hero complex - and Hermione - with the brains, and even if Draco didn't want to admit it, the looks. He would much rather admit that Hermione was the better looker out of Harry and Ron, although he'd never actually want to admit it out loud.
Hermione watched Draco walk out, and rolled her eyes, so over dramatic. A multi-brown fluff ball hopped in to view, bounding after Draco, her little tail bopping along with his, her ears perked upwards, and her head slightly tilted to the left.
"Gotta say, 'mione." Harry started, his eyes too on the cat, "That's one impressive cat you've got. Hyper, but impressive."
Hermione nodded, "I know." She said, "I got a feeling her and Draco are gunna end up liking each other."
"...It's a cat." Harry stated, frowning, "Cats are intelligent...why would it ever like Draco?"
"Dunno," she shrugged, "he isn't that bad--" she smiled, remembering this morning - he didn't seem too bothered that a lowly Muggleborn was against him. "I just think Tigger will annoy him to the point where he actually likes giving her attention - she's one of those cats who you find impossible to hate, not matter what you do."
Harry nodded, and stood up. "I'm gunna get dressed, then I think it's time for us to leave," he said, standing up slowly and stretching out his muscles before walking out of the room, leaving Hermione alone.
A/N 2: Is it just me, or is Tigger really growing on people? I love her :) Although, her character is based on my cat, Tiggs (Technically, she's called Tigger...) and she's currently curled up next to me...Hope you enjoyed the story!!