"The time is seven a.m. Time to wake up, Hermione Granger!" Her magical alarm clock blared. Wiping the sleep from her eyes she sat up, only to find a wide awake Draco Malfoy over her with a smile – no, it couldn't be a smile, Draco never smiled – a smirk, and a strange look in his eyes.

"My, my, Miss Granger, you sure do sleep in." He said sweetly. She groaned loudly and shook her head, then, realization sunk in. Draco was in her room, and she was wearing barely anything!

"God, Malfoy, get out! I'm not even dressed! You perv!" She screamed, and he held up his hands in defense.

"I can't help it my fiancé looks nice when she sleeps!" Draco said in a strangely sincere way.

"I don't care! Get out, now! You'll not see me naked, not ever! Get out!" She screamed once more, and he backed out of the room shaking his head. He stopped in the doorway for a moment to say, "Can't you take a complement? I just said you look nice!". She threw a pillow at his head.

Hermione emerged from her room fifteen minutes later dressed in her normal school uniform. Draco gave her a once over and decided that she wasn't too bad looking in it. In truth, he thought it suited her well, but he wasn't about to tell her. The last time he complemented her there was a pillow thrown at him.

Hermione smoothed out her skirt, which was two inches above her knees. Her shirt was buttoned up high, "too high for me," thought Draco. Her hair was half-up-half-down, still falling in magnificent curls.

"Come here." Draco asked, but it sounded like more of a command.

"Why?" Hermione looked at him curiously.

"Because, just do it." Slowly, she stepped forward. He reached out and, before she knew it, unbuttoned her top to show a bit more cleavage.

"What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?!" Hermione yelled, and Draco looked at her determinedly.

"Come on, you looked retarded. A short skirt with no cleavage? You're nuts!" Draco smirked.

"You jerk! It's not short! It's normal! I don't want cleavage, Malfoy! Stay away from me!" She cried, and huffed out the door. Draco, sensing his opportunity, ran after her.

"Come on, you have to admit that was a nice maneuver." Draco whispered.

"You know, no matter what you do, I won't like you. Ever. Go be with Pansy one last time, you man-whore." Hermione said hotly.

"One day, you will like me. I know that. You know that. So make that day come sooner so we can stop fighting. You're ruining my last year at Hogwarts." Draco said desperately, which was quite funny coming from Mr. I-Always-Get-My-Way.

"What, you want me to start calling you Drakey-poo? How about Draky? Should I say it in a whiney voice? Would it make you feel at home?" Hermione said in a playful voice. Draco suddenly pulled her aside into an empty classroom.

"Don't ever call me those things again! Puggy always did that, I hated it! I swear, I will not be held responsible for my actions should you call me that again!" Draco was fuming.

"Fine, fine, but stop watching me sleep, how creepy is that?" Hermione pushed her was out into the hallway. "Come on, Dray-co. We have to get married!" Hermione called in a singsong voice, mimicking Pansy Parkinson.

"I should never, ever have told you that." Draco muttered and ran to catch up with his soon-to-be wife.

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