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Note: I am sorry it took me so long. I was meaning to update earlier but I have had ideas for other stories and if you don't write them down...well it gets bad! Anyway here it is.

Hermione began reading the letter that Ron and Harry had sent her and Draco was walking back to the Great Hall. Surely Dumbledore didn't really mean what he said in the note. They ran straight into each other. The falling down the stairs and landed after a few minutes on the stone floor.

"What happen?" Hermione said looking up at Draco. He had feel on top of her. There was silence for a few moments as they looked into each other's eyes. Draco remembered who he was looking at. He jumped up.

"Umm...I was gonna tell you. When you come back from the Great Hall, you have to walk down stairs." He was uneasy. He shifted his feet around and then remembered the door was still open. He quickly walked over to it and closed it quickly. Another long silence went through the now cold room. Both of them wanting to say something but neither knowing what. Finally Hermione noticed boxes next to the now unburning fireplace.

"What are those for?" She said looking at the boxes. Draco finally breathed.

"Oh we are suppose to put up a Christmas tree in the room." Draco said trying his best to made his words come out icy. He looked even paler.

"That reminds me. Why were you coming back up to the Great Hall?" Hermione said smiling. He was trying his best to be mean. His front had come down. Her hopes were high.

"I was asking Dumbledore where our wands were so we could put it up. "Draco said then seeing her smile. "And everyone thinks you're the smartest girl in Hogwarts. They must all be thick. Mud--" He stopped seeing her eyes lose their twinkle.

"Fine, be a jerk. I thought you were about to come over to the light." Hermione said narrowing her brown eyes.

"Umm...Hermione. We are in a room filled with light. There is no dark. "Draco said knowing what she meant. He walked over to the boxes and opened them. He found another note.

"You are such an asshole! "Hermione said to his turned back. He wasn't paying her any mind. She walked over to where he was standing and grabbed the note from him. She read out loud. "There will be no wands over spells. I want you to put up the tree and all the ornaments by yourselves. Dumbledore."

"Oh! It isn't bad enough that I am stuck with Hermione now I have to decorate for Christmas. Life is over!" Draco said talking to the air. Hermione ignored him and began looking through the boxes. There were little wands and wizards ornaments. They were simply wonderful.

"Draco, look. "She said softly holding up a blond haired boy in green robes. "There is an ornament of you!" She smiled watching his look. He took it from her and looked at it closely.

"Oh I am way more handsome then this little guy." Draco said smiling. Then he noticed a cut on Hermione's arm. It was bleeding and deep. If you said something to her then how could he explain that he didn't care? Oh what the hell. He thought. He wrapped his long cold fingers around her warm arm.

"What are you...Oh my! "Hermione hated blood. It made her sick. Draco noticed this and helped her to a chair. He kneeled down and began looking at her arm. Her arm was starting to have a fever and his cold hand was soothing.

"I will be back with bandages. I doubt they will give me a wand." He smirked as he left.

"Oh Merlin. "Hermione said to the air. "Why is he acting like this? I guess we need to fall down stairs more often!" she laughed. Then she remembered the letter from Ron and Harry she got up but became light headed.

Draco walked through the many halls to the little hospital. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Helping a mudblood! Oh his father would be very happy. Well it could be a muggle. He stopped. A muggle...His father hated muggles. His eyes began to see kids running down the street. Then heard his father yelling. All the children's faces twisted in fear from him. He began to shake and move his hands over his clothes as if bugs were climbing his robes. Professor McGonagall saw the young blond brushing his self quickly. He was mouthing no.

"Mr. Malfoy. "His eyes meet hers. What all had she seen?" What are you in need of? I am sure you haven't forgot that there are no classes." She smiled. She always saw something in the blond looking up at her.

"I need some bandages. Hermione Granger hurt her arm." Draco said then thought about and excuse of how. She might think he done it but there was a smile on her wrinkled face.

"I will get them for you." She said walking away. So Dumbledore was right. She was sure that they would have done serious injury to each other. If he had hurt Hermione, she was sure he would not have asked for bandages.

Hermione felt something near her side. She pulled it out. A large black letter that was written in silver ink.

Draco, I was just informed that you and the mudblood have been put into the same room. How dare you allow yourself to be told what to do by Dumbledore? I have taught you countless times not to listen to the man and as for that mudblood that you are rooming with. I want you to wash you clothes often. I am so sick of you making fun of the Malfoy name. Be proud that you are who you are. Remember the more you act like a Malfoy the more I will treat you like one.

Lucius

Hermione felt a sick feeling inside her stomach. The words of Draco are echoing in her mind. 'He didn't even notice me till I was a 2nd year.' All this time she thought he was a spoilt brat. The only reason he got attention was if he acted like his father. She heard the door open and she quickly hid the letter. Draco had bandages and healing cream.

"Well It took you long enough." Hermione let it slip and he walked in. She was so use to listening to him call her names. His eyes lit up then died back down.

"I am sorry, Your Grace!" Draco said icy but still had an odd smile on his face. He put the healing cream on her arm and then wrapped it in bandages. Hermione couldn't help but smile. She was being taken care of by Draco Malfoy. She thought she would never see the day. She then remembered her letter, but she can't write her arm hurt to bad. She looked at Draco who was putting her arm on a pillow.

"Um.Draco could you do me a favor?" Hermione couldn't believe what she was about to say. He looked at her and she realized that he did have beautiful silver eyes. They held so many questions and the horrible answers to them all.

"What? Want me to wash your clothes?" Draco smirked. Hermione noticed that there wasn't as much evil in his voice.

"Would you write back Harry and Ron for me please?" Hermione noticed Draco's eyes grow wide.

"Sure where is it?" Draco said then seeing it on the ground by the stairs. He picked it up and sat down on the desk. He cleared his throat and read it to her. "Dear Hermione, We can believe you got suck with Malfoy!" Draco looked at her and she tried to act like it was no big deal. "He is such a jerk. I hope you killed him with that spell." Draco stopped. Hermione then wanted for him to stop reading. His eyes were turning colder as he read but she could tell it wasn't for her. "We just got here at the Burrow. We are going to help Fred and George with their shop. Well we can't write long, we are heading to London with Mr. Weasley." Draco finished with a snort. "Love forever, Harry and Ron" Hermione looked at him.

"They put love forever?" Hermione asked his still form. He shook his head.

"Well I guess tomorrow we will put up the tree and write Harry and Ron." Draco said quietly. Hermione couldn't figure out why her arm hurt so badly. She lay in her bed and looked over at Draco. He wasn't sleeping either. "I am not going to sleep till I see that you are asleep." He said quietly. Hermione closed her eyes and smiled. He did have a heart but she could tell the letter had cut him deep.