Hey, sorry it took me so long to update. I've been packing to move to Virginia. Now I'm going to be having even less time to write because school starts on the 7th. I'll try to write as much as possible. I finished this chapter last night and it's pretty short. Sorry about that. This story WILL get a lot more interesting. I promise.

A/N: ... means a dream, means a flashback, and italics mean thoughts. Keep this in mind throughout the whole story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter but the plot, I do. But can I please borrow Draco... PLEASE!!!! I promise to give him back.... Or not....

Chapter 3: Stuck With You

Hermione finished unpacking when she decided to go out and have a cigarette. She looked around for Malfoy but couldn't find him. The light in the bathroom was on so she figured he was taking a shit or something. As Hermione opened the door of their room, Malfoy stepped out of the bathroom with his hair wet and a robe on.

"Where are you going?" asked Malfoy. For some reason he was curious to know where Hermione was going.

"Why do you care?" retorted Hermione.

"I don't."

"Okay then." As Hermione opened the door even more to step out, she looks at Malfoy, smirks, and says, "Nice robe."

Malfoy flinched at the memory of his father wearing a robe when he got raped the two times. Malfoy tried to regain his demeanor before Hermione noticed but it was too late.

"Why are you always flinching at certain things I say?" asked Hermione.

"Why do you care?" asked Malfoy.

"I don't."

"Okay then."

With that, Hermione walked out of the room and closed the door. Why is he always flinching.........? Thought Hermione. She walked out of the Leaky Cauldron and took out her pack of cigarettes. She took one out and lit it up. She took a long drag and exhaled.

Unbeknownst to her, Malfoy followed her after changing into clothes. He was shocked to see her smoking. Little Miss Goody Goody smoking? Who would have thought?

"You know, smoking's bad for you." Said Malfoy.

"Why do you care?" asked Hermione.

"I could care less if you died or anything but smoking's bad for you."

"I heard you the first time," said Hermione, her anger rising.

"Okay, no need for an attitude," stated Malfoy.

"Look who's talking."

"Look, I'm trying to be nice."

"Well, you're not very good at it," said Hermione, taking another drag of her cigarette and blowing the smoke in Malfoy's face.

"Don't do that or I'll-"

"Or you'll what?" asked Hermione and Malfoy didn't say anything. "Thought so."

"Okay, I'm getting sick of this. You're not the Granger that we all love to hate. You're different."

"Oh, so, you're just noticing this now?"

"No."

"Okay, so?"

"Neither of us is going to get through the rest of the summer acting like this."

Hermione took another drag and blew out the smoke. She didn't know what Malfoy was getting at but she was listening anyway.

"We could call truce until school starts," said Malfoy.

At this, Hermione laughed. Is he kidding?! "Are you kidding?"

"Does it look like I'm kidding?" Malfoy kept a stern face.

Hermione put out her cigarette and took a few steps toward Malfoy. To her surprise, he stepped back. She looked into his eyes and saw that he was scared. "Okay, truce," said Hermione and she stuck her hand out.

"Truce." Malfoy shook hands with Hermione and they both walked to their room.

"I guess she couldn't take it anymore in this house. She probably didn't want to show her emotions to us," said Uncle Mike.

"Could be, but there's almost two months left until school starts. I'm a little worried. Should we send her an owl?" asked Aunt Pat.

"Not now. Maybe later, to see if she's okay."

"Alright dear."

"Who's house could he be at?" yelled Lucius to his wife, Narcissa.

"I don't know. Want me to owl everyone to see where he is?" asked Narcissa.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Narcissa ran out of the room and started to write letters to everyone she knows.

"If that little bastard tells anyone, I'm killing him and the person he told," mumbled Lucius to himself.

"Well, I'm getting the bed," said Malfoy.

"You are not!" yelled Hermione.

"I can't sleep anywhere else; I have my reasons."

"Yeah, okay, sure. So, where am I going to sleep then?"

"I don't know. Pick a spot on the floor. Any spot," joked Malfoy.

"No, I'm getting the bed."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am!"

"No!"

"Then, instead of fighting over who gets the bed, we'll have to share it," suggested Hermione.

"No, we can't! Too many bad memories."

"Your memories can't be that bad about two people sharing a bed," said Hermione.

"Trust me, you have no idea."

"Try me."

"No, you don't want to know. Plus, I don't know if I could trust you," said Malfoy.

"If you tell me your secret, I'll tell you mine. I promise," promised Hermione.

"Okay, but I'll only tell you part of it. But let's wait until tomorrow, okay?" Malfoy got into bed.

"Fine, whatever works for you." Hermione felt bad for Malfoy for once that she decided to sleep on the sofa.

Malfoy watched Hermione walk over to the sofa and realized for the first time that he might actually be able to trust her.

From that point, he dreaded the next day and having to tell her his secret. How did I get myself into this? Now I have to tell her my secret. She better not tell anyone or else...

Malfoy fell asleep after that one last thought and had a dreamless sleep for once.

Hermione on the other hand, still had the dreams of Malfoy being raped and beaten.

So? I know it's boring right now, but I PROMISE you, it will get better more into the story. I have the story line set but not the chapters. I've started the 4th chapter of this story, so I will have it up soon.