Title: Close To You
Author: basium
Rating: R... eventually
Disclaimer: I own nothing of JK Rowling's world. Don't sue.
A/N: Ok. So. I know I haven't updated in a while, but I have been pretty busy with babysitting and other stuff... So I appologize greatly!! Thanks so much to all the people who have reviewed. It makes it much more fun to write when people like what you are writing. In the next chapter I shall be specific with reviews and thank-yous, because they are deserved. (I'd do it in this chapter but it is already fairly long, so be patient.) Thanks again, and on with the show!!

Close To You - Chapter 5

Sept. 1st – Hell Begins.

I am making this clear right now; this is not a diary. I will not stoop as low as Parvati and Lavender who just gossip about boys and write in their diaries all day. This is a journal and will be used only to keep a log of the latest events. All right, maybe some entries about certain boys… but they will be kept to a minimum.

Today is September 1st. Usually I am excited about the start of term, but today I was not. Dumbledore decided to let the slime ball Malfoy pick Head Girl. It made no sense to me why, but then Dumbledore explained that last year the Heads didn't get along very well, and thought that he might try something different. The only problem was that he had already picked Malfoy and told him about the job. So that was his reasoning. I still don't understand it.

So Malfoy did a ridiculous interview where he tried to look macho, and needless to say he made a fool of himself. (Hey, not true! Stupid Mudblood.) He ended up picking me for some reason… I'm not entirely sure why. He probably thinks he can get to Harry through me, and I'd like to see him try.

But that was the least of my problems. Dumbledore brings me outside and explains that I will have to spend some time with Malfoy and get to know him. I hated the thought, but then Dumbledore continued talking… He finished by saying that I would have to be STUCK to Ferret Boy for a little while! I was horrified.

So Dumbledore brings me back into his office where Malfoy is sitting with his smug look on his face. Sometimes I would just like to smack it off of him. (Ouch.) The Headmaster proceeds to give us this absolutely awful potion that sews us together. It was painless, but I was cringing anyways.

After all of that we needed to go to the Great Hall for what was left of the feast. I made Malfoy sit at the Gryffindor table. You should have seen the looks he was getting! I was trying so hard not to laugh. Ron and Harry were doing the same, but I could tell Ron was a little angry that Malfoy was there, plus the fact that I have to share a common room with him. But Ron shouldn't worry… it's not like I'm going to jump Malfoy or something. Ha, that would be the day. (Besides, I'm meeting Ron in the astronomy tower tomorrow night…)

We left the Great Hall after the feast and Malfoy followed me, sulking the whole time. He annoys me so much; I don't know how I am going to survive being stuck to him for much longer. Anyway, we get into the common room and what does the Ferret do? Flop down on the couch. It seemed he forgot that we were attached… Well, I was pulled on top of him. It was a very awkward moment… I just froze, looking into his eyes, until he cleared his throat and I came back to reality. I don't know why I was so mesmerized… Maybe Lavender and Parvati are getting to me; the way they talk about Malfoy like he was a god. (At this point Draco smirked and glanced over at Hermione who was sleeping peacefully.) It might also be all those rumours- (Rumours? Hmmm…) –about him… Supposedly he has slept with the entire Slytherin house, or so I've heard. (Well, not the WHOLE house…)

So that was my day. I went up to bed after that incident, and I was free of Malfoy at last. I'm going to end this entry now, and I will try not to have such a long one tomorrow.

Hermione

That was interesting.

Draco glanced at Hermione once more, and noticed her starting to move. He quickly closed the diary and carefully put it back in its place on the table. Hermione had now rolled over and continued to stir, so Draco put his legs back under the sheets and his head on the pillow.

Well she doesn't think very much of me, now does she? Although her friends seem to think I'm a 'god'…

Giving his ego a slight boost, Draco slipped into a deep sleep.

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He was in the Astronomy tower, looking out the window. It was very late, and a cool breeze went through his hair, making him shiver. He moved from the window, looking around the candlelit room, and noticed a figure in the shadows. It started to move towards him slowly. Finally, the figure's face slipped into the light.

"I knew you'd be here…" Hermione whispered. "I'd never skip a chance at seeing you." Draco whispered back, brushing her cheek with his hand. Hermione shivered, looking into Draco's eyes. They stood motionless for a moment, and then Draco leaned in and kissed her.

It was like nothing he had ever felt before. A tingle ran down his spine, and he wondered why he felt this way. After all, it was not the first time he had kissed someone… But regardless, he felt like he was floating. The floor suddenly disappeared and he actually was floating, and he looked to Hermione for answers but she said nothing and kissed him again hungrily.

Suddenly he felt a lurch and he was now falling. He looked down and saw the floor beneath him getting closer and closer… He looked at Hermione but her face was contorting into Ron again, who started laughing and then disappeared. Draco continued to fall until-

Draco sat bold upright in bed. He was sweating like mad and his head hurt.

What the hell was that about?

He shook his head, rubbing his eyes. He remembered the second dream even more vividly then the first, and he was beginning to think there was something wrong with him. There's no reason for this… Why the hell am I thinking this way about her?

"Good morning," said a voice next to Draco. He looked over to see Hermione sitting up, reading the Daily Prophet. "Are you ok…?" she asked, giving him a funny look.

Just peachy.

"I'm fine." Draco grunted. He still couldn't get the image of the 'dream-version Hermione' out of his head.

Draco looked over and noticed the blue diary poking out from under Hermione's pillow. She followed his eyes and quickly pushed the diary out of sight, blushing slightly.

"It's erm…. One of my school books…" she said, trying to cover up the situation. Draco just nodded, still preoccupied by the disturbing dream.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Hermione asked again. "It's just… You were talking in your sleep, you started moaning then said strange things." She said matter-of-factly. "I was going to call Madam Pomfrey but then you woke up."

I didn't think I spoke in my sleep… Damnit, this doesn't look good on my part…

"And… erm…" Hermione said, blushing furiously. She looked down at Draco's pants, then cleared her throat and continued to read as though nothing happened. Draco looked down and quickly covered himself with the blanket.

Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful.

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Hermione and Draco were released from the hospital wing that morning, just before lunch. Madam Pomfrey had checked them over and the results of their wand war had disappeared.

Draco, happy that he had missed morning classes, entered the Great Hall for lunch in a somewhat happy mood. Hermione was ahead of him slightly and immediately made to sit with the Gryffindors. But Draco pulled her aside, alarming her slightly.

"What-?" she said, looking over at Ron and Harry who were immersed in a Quidditch related conversation.

"I am not sitting there again. Come on." He continued to pull her over to the Slytherin table, let go of her arm, and sat down next to Blaise Zabini.

"Uh… Draco?" Blaise said, giving Hermione a funny look. "I know you two are… together… but do you have to be together all the time?"

"We are not together!" Draco remarked rather loudly. "Just, don't ask, and ignore her."

"With pleasure." said Pansy Parkinson, who happened to be sitting across from Draco. Hermione glared at her, and opened 'Hogwarts A History'.

"Draco, why does she have to be here?" Pansy whined, looking at the Gryffindor in utter disgust.

"I said don't ask, and I meant it." Draco replied. "It's not like I want her to be here."

"Well you don't seem to be doing anything about it." Pansy snapped. "Besides, I want to sit beside you…"

At this point Hermione choked on her pumpkin juice, attempting to control a laugh that was bound to escape.

"Do you find something funny, Mudblood?" Pansy snapped, recoiling from the small amount of pumpkin juice that had been sprayed on the table.

"N-no, nothing, nothing at all." Hermione said, trying to hide the smile that was accompanying the chuckle she was suppressing. Pansy shot her another disgusted look, and then smiled at Draco.

"Well, I've got to go. I'll see you tonight though…?"

Draco immediately looked at Hermione. Seeing the shocked and confused look on her face, he turned and grinned at Pansy.

"Of course."

"Good. And Draco – don't bring the mudblood with you." Pansy shot another look at Hermione, who returned it.

"I, erm… I'll see what I can do." Pansy smiled and walked off.

"Hey, you're seeing Pansy tonight Draco?" Blaise said, winking.

"Stuff it, Zabini. You know I'm trying to get rid of her." Although I'm not having any luck in doing so. Stupid brat; won't leave me alone at all.

"Sure you are." Blaise said, winking again. "So Granger- That is your name, right? Mind telling me why you're here?"

Hermione looked up from her book. "Actually, I do mind."

"Ouch, the mudblood has attitude!"

"Blaise, shut the hell up." Draco said. Please god, shut up.

Blaise gave one last questioning look at Draco before diving into the food on his plate. What a pig. No wonder he needed to buy new robes.

Lunch was a silent affair. Blaise attempted to talk to Hermione again but Draco quickly stopped him. Draco knew that Blaise suspected something; he was stupid but not that stupid. I just don't want to deal with his questions right now. I'll talk to him when this is over, which had better be soon!

Draco was tempted to tell his father about the circumstances, but thought it would be better if he didn't. Dumbledore had sworn them to secrecy, and usually Draco couldn't care less what the old bat said; but his father's reaction probably wouldn't be a happy one so he kept his mouth shut for the time being.

As soon as Draco had put down his fork, Hermione stood up and pulled him out into the hall.

"You had better of been kidding." Well…

"'Bout what?" Draco said, playing the innocent.

"You know what I am talking about. If I had to cancel my meeting-"

"You mean date-"

"My date with Ron, then you will too! I am not going on a date with you and Miss Pug Face." In all fairness, she attempted to fix her face a while ago, but broke out in hives…

"What are you going to do about it? You can try and turn me into a ferret again if you'd like… But I'll be ready this time; boils are nothing compared to what I have in mind for you." Aha, take that.

"I, I…" Hermione said, apparently lost for words. Draco grinned smugly.

"I, I…" he mocked. "Face it. You can't do anything about this."

Hermione said nothing. A smirk now stretched across Draco's face. Ha ha! I won! Looking around, Hermione started to walk away, and Draco's only option was to follow.

A/N- So there you have it. I hope it was to your liking, and I should hopefully have the next chapter out really soon.... hopefully. But I must say I'm not making any promises. So thanks again for the wonderful reviews, and to all who haven't - REVIEW!! Heehee. They make my day. Spanx!!