Disclamer: Read the one from last chapter.

A/N To emma() who pointed out that POTC came out in the summer, I checked my cinema tickets in my scrap book and...your right. We'll just have to imagine it was still being shown in the cinema's during the October half term.

Bruises

Chapter 5,

Mrs Granger poked her head into Draco's room at 11:00pm on the way to bed and was puzzled to find it empty, but she had a hunch. She opened her daughters door and smiled at the sight. They were both sound asleep where they had been sat watching the TV which had switched to standby. She was a kind mother, and as they were both 16 she could live with them sleeping like this, but she would not tolerate anything further, like sex.

She gently moved the pair of them so that they wouldn't wake up with a really bad crick in the neck from leaning on the wall and draped the covers over them. Hermione smiled in her sleep and snuggled closer to Draco whose arm came to rest on Hermione's waist. Mrs Granger smiled, kissed her daughters forehead and turned out the light.

Hermione groaned and stretched her arms out, freezing when she hit something soft and there was a grunt of protest. Hermione looked where her hand had struck and stopped. Draco was still asleep, his face a picture of innocence with his sleep tousled hair and black eyelashes resting on his cheeks. Hermione wondered why her mum hadn't made him move back to his room, and them noticed that they were covered in a blanket that they hadn't been when they fell asleep.

She also noticed where his hands were, one was on her hip holding her to him, and the other was pressed underneath one of her breasts as if he had wanted to reach further in his sleep. She gasped as he moaned something and pulled her even closer, the hand on her hip moving to her bum. Their legs were entwined, and considering she was in a skirt that could be...bad.

'Maybe now is a good time to wake him up' Hermione thought as she pulled his hands into her own. "Draco" she said quietly. His eyes blinked a few times before they focussed on her. Then he seemed to register the fact that she was holding his hands away from rather personal places in her body, and that he was rather...turned on.

"Sorry" he said quietly. He untangled their legs and jumped up from the bed, trying to hide a certain...awkwardness from her. "I'll see you later" and with that he tore from the room to the bathroom where he...relieved himself.

Hermione sat up, not quite understanding in her still remarkably innocent and slightly stupid mind what had caused him to act like that. She pushed it from her mind and got out of bed and into some fresh clothes. She pulled on a tank top with some cut off jeans and set to the always tedious task of brushy her hair. She grimaced as she found a rather bad knot and tugged slightly to free it.

Draco went back to his room and changed into some fresh clothes. A silk black shirt with the cuffs turned up and black jeans. He left his hair loose but brushed it with a comb to make it look less like a bog brush than it did. When he returned to Hermione's room she was struggling with a nasty knot infront of the mirror.

"That looks painful" he commented.

"It...ouch...is" Hermione grumbled. Finally she got it free and put her hair up in a pony tail. "What do you want to do today?" Hermione asked.

"I dunno, anything you got in mind?" Draco asked.

"No, well we might as well...oh no! We haven't done our holiday homework yet!" Hermione gasped.

"We got holiday homework?" Draco asked.

"Potions, Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures" Hermione said pulling out the needed books from her bag. "I've done Creatures and Transfiguration but I haven't done the Potions. What about you?"

"None. Hermione you worry too much. A few bit's of homework don't matter. Plus they can be done the day we get back" Draco said, cool as a cucumber.

"I've never left homework that late! I'm sorry but all plans, which we didn't have anyway, are cancelled. Homework must be done, go get your things" Hermione ordered Draco.

"Now I know why Potter and Weasley always get their assignment's in on time" Draco muttered as he went to 'his room' to get his things.

So for the better part of the day they worked, well Hermione worked and Draco watched. She had already written more than Snape had asked for by 3ft and was still going. While she didn't notice him Draco used the time to appraise her looks.

He remembered the first time he'd seen her on the steps, small with hair that looked like she'd been struck by lightning. Now she'd filled out in the right places and had a thin waist, shown off by the tank top, and a curvy figure. Her hair had gone from looking out of place to suiting her because she put it up in different styles. She wore make-up, but not too much like Lavender Brown and she wasn't spotty like Pansy Parkinson. Infact Draco though she was perfect.

What he didn't know was that Hermione was looking at him in small glances. His blonde hair, grown into longer curtains and un-gelled looked very sexy. His blue eyes lit up when he laughed or smiled, and smile. Oh it was lovely, it made her feel...different. She'd also, over the past few days noticed he had a very cute butt.

Both of them had completely forgotten about Draco's father, the only sign's of what happened were fading away and the mental scars he had were also diminishing because of the care and love Hermione's parents willingly showed him. He smiled and finally started the dreaded potion's essay...

A/N Sorry it's kinda short but I've got a major writer's block because of Thunderbirds, I can't write anything but it and the movie rocks! Any ideas you have for this story would be greatly appreciated.