NEW SUPER IMPORTANT A/N: Jesus! I am so very, verrrry sorry. You see, I made the school play, and then life was flipped upside down with an infatuation I developed (still trying to get over it). And then homework, and even as I write this I know my grades have already gone loooower than I ever expected them to go. *nod* Right. Anyway…… I'm looking at this (what I have so far) on December 10th. I have four pages of story and plot written here already. But now this is where I get angry…. I lost my notecards with the whole entire story planned out chapter by chapter! I know. Kill me. *cowers* I'll wing it, make the rest of the chapter up off the top of my head, and will make up the thought-processes all over again…. Grrr… And Damn fanfiction.net to hell and back. You know why? Because of their new  no-ANs- as-chapters- rule. I NEED to post this, but now I can't.

So I'm going to give you all an unfinished chapter.

Because ff.net is full of bastards.

Chapter Four: Stolen Glances

"Well, I am certainly not going to share a bed with your ego! It's so big, I'd probably be pushed off the bed by the size of that and your Pureblood pride!!" Hermione shouted, having leapt off the bed.

"Yeah? Why would you be pushed off the bed, when your bushy hair could swallow me whole! I'd be suffocated by morning!" Draco shouted right back, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring, having also stood up too.

Let's face it, folks, too much in one day, and having gone back four centuries can make one the slightest bit cranky. Not to mention tired and crabby too. Draco made quick Silencing Spell over the room, to make sure their little fight was not heard by anyone else. He didn't want anyone to be thinking they were in need of counseling, or worse— supervision.

"Oh!" Hermione seethed. "I refuse to sleep anywhere but ON that bed!"

"And where do you think I'd be sleeping? Certainly you don't expect me to levitate myself to sleep?" Draco snapped, pacing.

"Well what do you suggest then, Mister Holier Than Thou?!" Hermione threw her arms into the air radically. She narrowed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. "Let's not fight with this… Let—Let's talk this over like mature, adults."

"You've come to your senses, Granger," Draco retorted, pulling down the sheets to the bed. This really angered Hermione, the way he primly pulled down the duvet, seeming all too calm and impassive, but spewing out derogatory insults.

"Me? What about my Devil's Snare Hair Monster?" she replied, raising an eyebrow and trying to stop her temper from rising.

"I am glad we both classify the It-Monster the same way," Draco retorted quickly, as if he'd planned that line all night.

"What? Do you just have insulting and killing inbred into you as a sixth sense?" Hermione asked with a disgusted look.

"Oh, you forgot the smirking," Draco replied. Hermione pulled down the comforters on her side, sitting down on the edge of the bed. It was so soft, and warm… She could fall asleep right then…

"Can't forget that—you smirk in your sleep," Hermione tried her shot at being sarcastic.


"How did you know about that?" he sneered back at her in two seconds's time. He pulled the covers back over him, sticking out one leg to catch the cold night's air.

Snuggling in, Hermione rolled over. "Damn… Dr—Malfoy?" she whispered.

"Yesss?" he asked.

"We're in the same bed, and the problem has not been solved," she said back quietly.

He turned over, and was met with an innocent doe's brown eyes. "You're right," he said, breaking eye contact. Magicking over a few pillows, he lined them in between the bed, exactly in half. Of course, 'exactly in half' meant 'a little more for Draco,' but who said all was fair in all-out war?

"No crossing that line or you're a dead Potter Fanatic," he snapped in a half-whisper. "And you know how bad that would be. Heaven forbid fan number 10,367 out of 25,894 went missing and then mysteriously died."

Hermione just shut her eyes, trying to think of something to say back. It was already too late to make a good comeback, but she could busy herself with thinking of something before she fell asleep for the night. The torches immediately lowered their light and eventually turned off.

"And Hell forbid," Hermione whispered below the wind's stirring, "that the Malfoy spawn should ever go missing and not return with a good set of robes with him."

~*~

Chirping birds awoke Draco up the next morning. At first, he stayed put in the heavy, but warm comfort of the sheets. He yawned and assumed that the chambermaids took the care to check up on them and close the drapes to the canopy bed that he rested in. He assumed, of course, because he was too tired to open his eyes, and the sun did not penetrate his eyelids.

Snuggling against the pillow, he heard a soft moan. 'Granger,' his mind registered. He tried to keep his mind impassive to her, his Malfoy breeding taking calculations within him every word and thought he had.

He pushed deeper into the pillow and comforters, nice and twisted all around the sheets. There was a louder groan. His eyes peaked open, and he looked around.

He saw a sheet of brown hair. 'Wait a second, that's not right,' he thought immediately. Not panicking, he analyzed his situation.

His arm, was wrapped around… He paused to feel. His arm was definitely wrapped around a waist. His right leg was pulled in between… his right leg was pulled in between two legs. His eye immediately went from peaking to popping open.

Stopping and straining his ears for any sound, anything at all, he waited. 'Okay, Draco, boy… Don't panic… Don't panic…' he thought. Consoling himself, he tried to think that this position was endearing. Then, inwardly smacking himself, he remembered who he was and who Hermione was, and winced. This was an intimate position! And Draco Malfoy did NOT cuddle!

He untangled himself carefully, sitting on the edge of the bed. Shaking his head, he scowled into the dark curtains around the bed. Was he getting soft just because they were miles from anywhere recognizable? Was he getting soft because they were in a time waaaay before theirs?

Or was he getting soft because of her?

Disturbed deeply by these not rational thoughts, Draco whipped back the drapery. This caused light to pour in and make him temporarily blind. "Gah, damn bloody sun trying to kill me!" he snapped. He turned quickly to make sure Hermione was still sleeping, which she was.

Walking slowly over to the desk, he sat down awkwardly. What was there to do? What should he do? He quietly called for Joseph and had him draw a bath for Draco. "Sir, what would thy master like to smell today?" Joseph asked, head poking out of the lavatory.

"Make it," Draco paused to think, "raspberries. Thank you, Joseph."

Moments later, he was sinking into a steamy tub of raspberry water. Ah, the miracles of bathtub therapy. This thinking of his lately, even if it was pushed to the back of his thoughts, was utterly illogical. How could he…? Sighing, he sunk deeper under the water.

~*~

Hermione woke up from what had to be the best night's of sleep she had ever had! Stretching out her limbs, she yawned and looked about her. Draco was no where to be seen, but the soft splashing of water was heard from the lavatory. Getting up, Hermione stopped to think about what she would be doing today. 'Library' was the first word/thought that came to her mind.

Checking the schedule Draco had pointed out the day before, she noted that Headmistress O'Hara would be meeting her today after lunch for a conference on the school's necessary expenses. Hermione pulled out a sheet of parchment, doodling for a lost moment in time. That meant that she and Draco would be rather alone and rather stuck for the day together. – damn fanfiction.net because this is all I can post to make it "story content." I'm not in a good mood.