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Chapter 7: The First Night

Disclaimer: I don't own HP...the only things I own are my glasses and a piece of string.

Draco and Hermione couldn't do mush with their chains. They had to walk so close together, that it was hard for them to talk to their friends, for neither of them could stand the other's friends. It was hard for them to eat, because they had to answer at least ten people with the same question: "Why are you sitting together?" It was hard for them to go to the bathroom, because they had to walk all the way to their common room and use the bathroom there.

Hermione hadn't talked to Harry nor Ron, neither had Draco talked to Blaise. Hermione couldn't even get near Harry because Draco kept on pulling her towards Blaise. Needless to say, they ended up tripping so many times that they to had to visit Madame Pomfrey again to heal their scratches.

"Again?" an impatient Pomfrey shook her head in disbelief.

"But—"

Madame Pomfrey smiled.

"Don't worry dears, Dumbledore told me all about the special circumstances"

Draco rolled his eyes, Hermione tried to smile back at Madame Pomfrey.

"Will you stop sucking up?"

"I'm not"

"Yes you are", Draco sneered, "You just did, with Pomfrey"

"Well, I don't give a damn if people like me better than you"

"They don't, they just have to put up with you"

"Whatever"

"See?"

"See what?"

"Oh nothing, Granger, nothing", Draco smirked.

"Whatever"

"Will you stop saying that?"

"Saying what"

"Never mind"

"Fine" Hermione rolled her eyes.

They walked back to the common room.

Hermione was getting restless. She tried to study, yet she kept on thinking about what had happened in the last 24 hours. She brought her hand to trace the maps that she laid out in front of her; still her concentration was somewhere else.

Draco tried to practice the advanced switching spell in the corner across where Hermione was sitting, but every time he set his mind to switching the empty butterbeer bottle to the full one, it wandered off to something else, or someone else.

"It's 'Transfusium'"

The silence was broken by Hermione, who looked up from the maps to correct Draco. Draco kept on saying "Translucium" instead of "Transfusium". She felt that it was the least she could do after the—

She clutched the pendant and saw that it was glowing more and more. Draco looked at his pendant. It wasn't glowing at all.

"I know", he snapped, "You must have heard it wrong"

"Fine", she snapped back and looked at the maps again.

"I don't' need help from a mudblood"

"I said fine"

"Fine"

Draco's pendant started to glow again. He frowned.

Hermione checked her watch. She fixed the maps up.

"What are you doing mudblood?" Draco asked.

"Going to sleep, Malfoy, what else could I do?"

"Fine Granger"

He watched Hermione walk to the bedroom and shut the door.

Hermione gasped.

She looked around the bedroom. It had been decorated to represent each house; Yellow curtains, blue bedspread and green décor on the red walls. It had two closets, two wall mirrors, but only ONE bed!

"I can't sleep in these conditions", she thought.

Although the bed was extremely huge, she still couldn't imagine herself sleeping beside Malfoy.

But she had no choice.

She quickly changed into her nightclothes and got into bed. She had quite a long day, and she fell asleep in no time.

Malfoy entered the room, not as quietly as Hermione probably would've wanted him to, because she stirred a bit and got on her back.

He saw Hermione on the huge four-poster bed. Where was his bed? He groaned. He wasn't sharing a bed with the Mudblood! But he had to. There wasn't a sofa or anything else to sleep on, and the couches outside were too small to lie down on.

There was a huge space on the bed. He was too lazy to change into nightclothes so he got on the bed wearing his shirt and jeans. He looked up at the ceiling, Hermione to his left. He moved a little to his left and turned to face Hermione. He found himself staring at her bushy brown hair until she moved again and turned sideways to face her right. Then, he found himself staring more intently into her face.

Her face seemed so delicate, so beautiful. But why? Why couldn't he stand her?

He fell asleep soon afterwards.