Hehehe, i guess i'm not the only one that finds the thought of Draco in socks, boxers, and tank funny. Well annnnnnyways. Here's the next installment! Thanks for reviews guys! And thanks to Ashley for being my beta and supplying me with a few ideas to fill the gaps. Okies, here it is! Love you guys, hope you like it!

Chapter 2

[Previously] 'This is heaven...' Hermione thought serenely.

"Hmph. I thought they'd never leave," came a masculine voice from the corner of the room. Hermione bolted up and saw Draco leaning in the doorway, his black and silver themed room behind him. He was clad only in some black boxers, an undershirt, and some white socks. He held a menacing sneer on his face as he stared at the girl across from him.

'So much for heaven...'

[End Previous Scene]

Hermione almost laughed at the sight. Big, tough bully, Draco Malfoy, in ankle high white socks. He would have looked intimidating had it not been for the socks. Hermione couldn't understand why, but they were extremely humorous.

"Nice socks, Malfoy," Hermione giggled, as she kicked her legs off the couch and rose up to standing height. Draco smirked and padded closer to her. "I know you like 'em," Draco said, dragging a finger lightly under her chin, before sauntering off to the door with a cast-iron 'B' on it. Hermione snapped back to life.

"Oh no you don't! I need to shower! I reek!" Hermione cried, dashing towards the bathroom door.

"I know you do, Mudblood, but I need to take a piss!" Draco replied, holding Hermione off with one arm.

"Come on! You've had all night to pee!" Hermione said, now in a pleading voice.

"And you've had all night to shower! You don't see me complaining!" Draco said, turning the brass handle. Hermione mustered up her strength and pushed past Draco's arm. The Slytherin noticed this and made a lunge for the door. The two vied for space, but the door frame was only so wide. Hermione sighed in defeat, they were stuck in the door.

"Move, Granger!"

"You move!"

"You!"

"You!" Hermione yelled into Draco's ear. Then she shrugged her left shoulder and the two students spilled out onto a white tile floor.

"Ow..." Hermione said, rubbing her bum in pain. She pushed herself off the ground just as Draco was.

"Nice!" Draco muttered, looking around the room.

The bathroom was done in all white. The walls were white, and on each side of the door, was an ivory sink with a few white-rimmed mirrored cabinets above them. In the right corner of the room, there was some frosted glass sheltering a toilet and urinal. Directly across from it, more frosted glass hid a shower. Fluffy white towels hung limply on staggered towel racks. The room looked very...sterile.

"I wonder if my shampoo and everything is in here," Draco wondered aloud, peering around the frosted glass wall and into the shower.

"Hmph, they better not have damaged any of my cologne bottles or anything," Draco said, frowning at the thought of house elves touching his belongings.

Hermione was just in awe. She walked around the room in a daze. It was eerie with all the white, but at the same time a bit modern. She fingered the towels. They were warm and soft. They must have been Egyptian cotton.

"Agh!" Draco shouted, slamming one of the mirrored cabinet doors shut. He shuddered and walked over to the other sink, left of the door. He breathed out a sigh of relief at opening his own. Meanwhile, Hermione was a bit curious. She opened what she had guessed was her cabinet, and giggled when she saw the brightly colored boxes of pads and tampons.

'Poor, poor kid. He must be scarred for life,' Hermione thought sarcastically.

"Alright, we've looked around. Now...OUT!" Draco demanded, tearing the Gryffindor out of her thoughts. She saw Draco standing by the toilet, looking at her angrily.

"You know what? I'm deciding to be nice, so go ahead, you get to go first," Hermione said, throwing her hands in the air. Draco looked a little surprised. He had expected that he would've had to fight her off tooth and nail. But then again, the girl did seem a little...different. But Draco just shrugged inwardly after Hermione closed the door.

'She's different, but I'll find out how or why later,' Draco thought inwardly as he lowered his boxers, so that they sat around his socks while he did his business.

Outside the room, Hermione was taking a few deep breaths. Living and sharing a bathroom with Draco Malfoy wasn't going to be easy. But then again, she didn't expect it to be. To bide her time, she just looked at the spines of the books, seeing if anything caught her interest. A few did, but she vowed that she'd read them later. She had taken enough into her room to occupy her for the week.

As she fingered 'Hogwarts, a History' delicately, Draco burst through the door, looking quite relieved. Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed past him.

Hermione padded over to the shower stall, having removed her shoes and socks much earlier that night. She undid her robe, and it felt softly to the ground. A few moments later, she was void of clothing, and she stepped into the shower. She manipulated the handles, and stood out of the spray, waiting for it to heat up. Even though she knew the water was magically heated, it was another muggle tendency of hers.

Deciding that the current temperature was good enough, she stepped into the spary. Warm water cascaded down her body as she just stood there, wetting her hair. She picked up a bottle of shampoo blindly, and squeezed a copious amount into her hand. She ran it through the tips of her hair and massaged her scalp, noticing that the room started to smell like apples and sage. Then she stopped in mid-scrub. This wasn't her shampoo...

She looked down at the bottle she had grabbed, and it definitely wasn't hers. She read the label and groaned. It was Draco's! It smelled rather nice, and she wasn't about to wash shampoo her hair again. She didn't want to strip her hair of any natural oils. She shrugged and put her hair under the water. Then she grabbed her own plain-scented conditioner and smoothed it in. Hermione paused when she held the sudsy soap bar in her hand. The water felt so good against her flesh. She had been rather tense that day, with all the moving and stress and all that good stuff. But now, she wasn't expected to do anything but relax under the showerhead.

10 minutes later, after a thorough scrubbing and hair brushing, Hermione emerged from the shower stall. A soft white towel wrapped around her torso and protected her skin from the cold sprinkles of water dripping from the tips of her hair. She kicked aside her dirty clothes and looked in the mirror. She turned, from left to right, being very meticulous about her examination. Once satisfied, she leaned back and little and put on some moisturizer.

'3 ½ months, and not a blemish to be seen,' Hermione congratulated herself in her head as she smoothed the creamy white liquid into her face.

Hermione turned around and looked down at her clothes.

'Oh no...' she thought. She hadn't brought a change of clothes and she'd be damned if she wore the same pair of underwear again.

'Maybe I could make a run for it? What if Malfoy is out there? Then again, at this point I don't care. He'll just have to get used to it,' Hermione thought stubbornly. She bent down and picked up her clothes, and slowly turned the door knob. She opened it just a crack, and listened. Silence. Thinking the coast was clear, she bolted out of the bathroom and ran by a very shocked and surprised Malfoy, who had been innocently reading a book. She lunged inside her room and slammed the door behind her, making sure to lock it.

Hermione giggled madly as she put on clean underwear and her red Gryffindor pajamas. She opened the door and buttoned the last button as she went out to talk to Draco.

Draco was sprawled out on the Slytherin couch, a book settled on his stomach, hands behind his head, and the usual smirk playing across his features. Hermione seated herself and stared at him. She could see he was dying to say something, so she'd wait to find out what.

"So I'm not getting a strip show?" he asked coolly. Hermione snorted and picked up a Gryffindor pillow and chucked it at him. He dodged it easily and continued to smirk at her.

"Not tonight," she said, her voice calm and soothing.

"Maybe tomorrow night then," Draco murmured, trying his best to suppress a yawn, but failing terribly. Hermione shook her head and yawned herself.

Suddenly his nostrils flared, his eyes grew wider, and he grabbed her by the wrist.

"What is that smell?" He demanded, leaning in to smell her.

"You've been using my shampoo?!" he cried, seemingly outraged.

"It was an accident! I didn't really see which bottle I grabbed until I noticed it didn't smell like mine!" she cried, trying her best to defend herself.

"Great, just great. I'll just have to get a new bottle, now that my current one has mudblood germs on it," Draco said dramatically, letting go of her wrist.

"Oh shut up, Malfoy. I'm leaving. I'm tired, I need sleep, and I really don't feel like dealing with you right now," Hermione said angrily, rising up and slamming the door behind her. Draco shook his head and followed suit, but closed his door much softer.

Once inside the cozy confines of her room, Hermione slid her slender legs under the cool red sheets of her bed, and rested her head on a gold pillow.

"So soft," Hermione whispered, rubbing her cheek against the pillow. She could just feel the anger flowing out of her and she felt a lot calmer. She then turned and stretched out on her back. Hermione closed her eyes and replayed the days' events. The train ride...the chariot...the banquet...Draco in socks...Hermione had her eyes open by the end of it, and she started blankly at the ceiling. The wind whistled outside her stained glass window. The room was pitch-black with the exception of the moonlight shining through here and there.

Hermione tossed and turned for well over an hour, just listening to the sheets crumpling and the wind blowing. Then she heard another sound. In the faint light, Hermione strained to see the doorknob turning slowly. She gripped the sheets and her finger turned white. Her eyes were the size of saucers. The door opened and a black figure loomed in the darkness. Hermione groped over and grabbed her wand.

"Lumos!" She shouted. The tip of the wand burst into a white tip of light, illuminating the figure. A hand shot up to shield delicate silver eyes. Hermione looked a little harder and leaned forward. She could make out black boxers, the hem of a white shirt, and pasty white legs.

"Malfoy! You trying to scare the living daylights out of me?!" Hermione questioned loudly, reaching far out of her bed and switching on the lights. The ceiling fan brightened immediately and she saw Draco standing there, bags under his eyes and a silver pillow under his left arm. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"I had a nightmare," Draco said, still not moving from his spot in the arch of the doorway.

"Well...what do you want me to do about it?" Hermione asked. She wasn't about to play mother duck to this...fledgling. Draco didn't reply, but stared at her sadly and expectantly.

There was just something about the look on his face. He looked innocent and scared; two words Hermione would never have used to describe him. She disliked him greatly, but something inside her just cracked.

"Well sit down, and let's talk about it," she found her voice saying. Draco's face brightened and he trodded over, sitting at the edge of the bed, his pillow by his side.

"So? What happened?" Hermione said, leaning on her knees, staring at the young man before her.

"I dreamt that Potter's body was being overtaken by the Dark Lord under the Imperius Curse, and that he was torturing you. I tried to stop him but he used the Cruciatus curse. Even in my dream I could feel the pain of it...it was horrible," Draco said, shuddering.

Hermione was a little taken aback that he was trying to save her, even if it was just in a dream. She longed to hug him, but was afraid of the consequences. He was a great deal bigger and stronger than she was. Instead she'd take the book worm approach.

"Well first of all, just remember, it was just a dream. It wasn't real. Even if it feels like your tendons are being plucked and severed, it's just a dream!" Hermione said. Draco opened his mouth, probably to tell her how real it felt, but she cut him off.

"Plus you got to analyze it a bit. A) You'd never stop anyone from torturing me and, B) We would know if Harry was taken over by Him. So take a few deep breathes and think happy thoughts," Hermione suggested.

"Happy thoughts? Like what?"

"I don't know...hmm...Think about beating Harry to the snitch and winning the game and the House Cup," Hermione said. Draco grinned. Hermione felt like adding 'not that that will ever happen,' but she didn't want to be too rude.

"Alright. Thanks, Granger. Night," Draco said abruptly, getting up and exiting the room.

Hermione watched him leave.

'So he is normal. He has fears and nightmares just like me. But I wonder why he was dreaming about saving me? He'd never really do anything like that. Oh well. It was just a dream...' Hermione thought as she switched off the light.

Slowly, she drifted off into her own realm of nightmares and dreams.

[Dream Sequence]

Hermione was up against the wall, a crumpled figure below her. She could feel hot tears running down her cheeks and her heart ached terribly. She looked up and saw her best friend Harry standing above the figure mumbling what could only have been the Cruciatus Curse. She opened her mouth to scream, but she remained silent.

'Stop. Please stop, please don't hurt him..I love him! And I never got to tell him!' she thought, crying harder than ever as one pale hand gripped the ground painfully hard.

[End Dream Sequence]

Hermione bolted upright, a tear falling gently down her cheek, cold sweat beading on her forehead. She hunched forward and brushed away the perspiration.

She turned her head and glanced at a small grandfather clock next to her nightstand. The clock read 5:57AM. Her alarm was about to go off anyways, so she turned it off. She swung her legs out of the covers and touched the bare wood floor with her feet. She shivered slightly as sweat ran down the arch of her spine.

'What was that?' She thought.
Fishy, ain't it? They're having similar dreams and ::gasp:: being CIVIL to each other?! lol okies hope you liked it. review if you did! Also tell me what you think will happen (its fun to read those). okies off to go read and write some more. Lots of love

English-Foxlette

PS- I KNOW you're loving the length! XD