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Hermione followed Draco out of the compartment, and she couldn't help but wonder why

her grandmother hadn't kicked Draco out. They walked to the compartment where they were wanted,

and took a seat.

"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, we would like you to inform you about the living arrangements

of this year. As you know we are trying something different. You won't be staying in your house

common rooms and dorms anymore. You will share a common room. Considering your history, we must

aske you to keep it in one peice. Please be civil, and don't curse eachother. I'll leave you here

to talk about it." Professor McGonagall said, and turned to leave.

"Great!" said Hermione.

"What?" asked Draco, confused.

"I have to be civil to... YOU." she sounded disgusted.

"Not my cup of tea either, Granger." Draco said.

"Hermione. We need to call eachother by our first names, if we want to try and be civil."

she said. She didn't know why she said it.

"Ok, Hermione" Draco said back. He didn't know what came over him, but it felt natural.

They sat there for a while. Just looking at eachother and thinking.

'Would it be so bad to share a common room with him?' Hermione asked herself.

'Would it really be that bad to stay in the same common room with her?' Draco

thought.

"Draco?" Hermione asked, not likeing the silence.

"What?"

"Why do you hate Harry, Ron and I so badly?"

"I just do, Harry is popular, Ron he's dirt poor, and you're a filthy Mudblood"

"What is it with you and blood?"

"Pure is better!"

"Blood means nothing! Were all Malfoy's this way?"

"No. My great-great grandfather, was much much worse. My poor great-grandfather,

his sister was killed at the age of six!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Don't be sorry. I didn't know her." Draco said.

"I MENT FOR YOUR GREAT GRANDFATER NOT FOR YOU!" bellowed Hermione. She was fed up with

him.

"SORRY MISS KNOW-IT-ALL!" Draco screamed.

"We're fighting like children." Hermione stated.

"Are you calling me a child?"

"No, I was merely stateding that we were fighting like children."

"Sounded like you were calling me a child." Draco stated.

"I wasn't!" Hermione said standing up. Just then the train turned and Hermione fell on

top of Draco. She didn't move at first she just stayed there, and he didn't object. They just

looked into eachothers eyes, for the longest time. Then the compartment door opened, and in

stepped Ron and Harry. When they noticed who it was, Hermione scrambled off Draco, and he stood.

"What's going on in here?" Harry asked.

"Hermione, is he hurting you?" asked Ron.

"No, No! I fell and you just happened to walk in right when it happened. No! He's not

doing anything to me! It was an accident!" she rambled on. She didn't know why she was takeing

all the blame for it. He made no move to make her get off of him.

When she fell on him, her heart pumped faster. Why would she be feeling, something that

you were supposed to feel with someone you loved, when she was with her enemy?

When she fell on him, his heart also raced. He could't figure out why. Did he like it?

What was this feeling? Why was he feeling something he had never felt before? Was it love? No,

that wasn't possible, but yet all the signs were there.

"Ok." said Ron.

"Want to come sit with us?" asked Harry.

"No, I can't. I have to stay here. I'll see you in the great hall though! Bye!" Hermione

said shooing Harry and Ron out.

When they were at Hogwarts, they listened to Dumbledore's announcements, ate, and then

it was time to see the common room. They were let up to the portrit and were told the password.

They went in. It was lovely. It was Green, Red, Silver, and Gold. There was a bathroom, a library,

and a two bedrooms. It had two couches, made of velvet. Hermione went to see the bathroom, and

at the same time Draco did the same. Their hands brushed, and they both felt it again.