A/N: What did you all think of that last ending? Is a friendship starting to bloom perhaps? Wait and see! Now, on to the story :)

The next few days were spent avoiding Granger at all costs. Which was easier said than done, since we had almost every class together, and lived together. Since I knew her habits, it provided me with some way to work around the constant proximity. Instead of studying or doing homework in our dorm, I found a quiet nook in the library. I would leave my room at the crack of dawn when I heard her taking her morning shower, and wolf down my meal before rushing and hiding in the library. We hadn't spoken since that night, when we had that almost intimate moment. I still didn't know how to even process what had happened. I said her name, like her actual name. What the hell was wrong with me? Surely being trapped with her all day had been corroding me. Which was why I was currently hunched in my dark corner of the library, nestled between some book cases, looking over my shoulder at any noise in case it was her.

Merlin, why was I so affected by her? A year ago, while I didn't loath her, our memories certainly had never been pleasant. But six weeks pent up in a stuffy dorm, with only her company, and I found it companionable. I know I had changed a lot after everything, and she had too. But had we both changed enough to let the seven years of conflict go?

Her, Potter and Weasley had saved my life in the room of requirement during the battle, which had put them all more in my favour. Perhaps that was it. That was it, that was all. The only reason I tolerated her, surely... Even to me that sounded weak. I glanced at the hourglass above my head, it was approaching midnight. Granger would be asleep by now. I gathered my things and left the quiet library. The halls were deserted, the only sound being the low howl of wind outside, rattling the old glass windows. I reached the portrait hole of my dorm, murmured the password and crept inside.

The fireplace was full of was softly glowing embers, and there was Granger, sitting on one of the leather chairs with a book strewn across her lap. She looked so peaceful. I quietly shuffled over and gently lifted the book off her lap. Carefully placing it on the table, I placed her emerald book mark inside it and closed it. I gazed down at her, watching her shallow breaths. Her nose had a dash of freckles I hadn't noticed before. She was also only wearing a t-shirt, she'd freeze with the fire gone out. I quickly scanned the room for blanket. I frowned, she must have brought it in to her room earlier.

I paused, thinking. I let out a soft sigh and carefully scooped her up in my arms. She seemed so small in them. I tread towards her room, and she stirred a bit, nuzzling into my chest. I froze, praying she didn't wake up. She continued breathing softly and I moved as carefully as I could, shouldering her door which she had left ajar.

I gently placed her down on her bed, and covered her with her burgundy duvet. She shifted around on the bed, but remained blissfully asleep. Being as quiet as I could, I snuck out and closed the door behind me. I let out a sigh, relieved at having accomplished that so smoothly. It was time for bed. I walked to my room and stripped down to just my boxers. Clambering into my cold bed, I lay there thinking about what had just happened. Why did I do that? What was wrong with me?

Those were my last thoughts before sleep took its gentle hold over me, and I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

My eyes fluttered open and I looked at my window, seeing the sky to be a pale grey colour. I heard the wind slapping against the window, and reckoned a storm would happen sometime soon. I groaned and stretched, lavishing in the warm sheets. It was the weekend and I had blissfully slept in. The aroma of tea wafted under my door towards and my stomach growled. I had probably slept through breakfast, I realized. Fuck. I slipped on my pajama pants and padded across the cold stone floor towards the door. The common room was empty, but the smell of toast and bacon lingered in the room. I glanced at little table near the window and there sat a plate heaped with eggs, bacon, and toast, sitting beside a mug of tea. I walked towards it hungrily. A piece of parchment sat beside it, and it curvy letters the note read:

Thanks for last night. I guess you got in pretty late, so I asked one of the house elves to leave a plate of breakfast here for you. ~H

Wow, no one had done anything like this for me before. Except my mother, as long as father wouldn't find out. I grazed my thumb over the H at the end. She had lovely handwriting. My stomach growled again and I tore myself away from the letter and hungrily downed some toast loaded with eggs and bacon. Delicious as always. I wonder if she knew I ate this every day, or just guessed? I'm sure she just asked the elf to throw whatever onto the plate, stop reading into things, I scolded myself.

Once my plate was clean, it slowly disappeared into thin air, like in the Great Hall. I couldn't hear anything coming from Granger's room, and assumed she was out, probably hanging with Lovegood or Longbottom. I wasn't jealous about that, no. Hell, I had just spent a week avoiding her. It didn't matter what she did, or who she hung out with... But I did still kind of hope she would be back at some point...

A/N: Not too much happened in this chapter, but Draco has certainly had a shift in his feelings towards his book-wormy roommate... I guess we'll see what happens next!