Chapter 2

The next morning Hermione woke, to the sound of people playing quidich coming in through her open window, she cursed herself for not closing it that night because it had been quite cold, though it had now heated up a lot.

She gathered her stuff for a shower and walked down the stairs leading from her room and stopped outside the bathroom, the water was running so she went down into the comonroom to wait for Draco to finnish, settling herself into a comfy armcair she picked up a book and started to read.

Draco stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He laught thinking, again, about what happened last night with the water. He shook his head to clear the thought of Hermione smilling at him, her wet hair hanging around her face in strands, her eyes shining with laughter…

He cursed quietly to him self and walked out of the bathroom. He heard Hermione sigh in the comonroom and walked down to tell her that the shower was free, the sight took his breath away…

Hermione was sitting curled up in an armchair reading a book, a strand of hair hanging down over her eyes, she put a hand up to brush it away. Draco reached out simutaniously as if wishing that he could tuck it behind her ear, and cup her face in his hands and then lean down to her light pink lips an-

Draco cleared his throte loundly and tried to look any were but her face, as she looked up questionaly.

"I umm just wondered if…" He trailed of as he looked into Hermione's eyes.

"Draco, what it is?" Hermione asked, a bit miffed that he had interupted her in a very ecxiting part of her book, though not to mad because he had only a towel on.

"The showers free," He said quickely, looking down at the floor again.

"Oh, thanks," Hermione said still a bit questioning at his strange behaveyour.

As she was walking past him though, he reached out a hand and grabbed hers. She quickly turned round to face him.

"And…I was just wondering…well…nah…dosen't matter, you wouln't want to go with me anyway," He said turning away and walking up to his bedroom,

"What is it Draco?" Hermione said quietly, her heart pumping in her chest.

He spun around and stared at her,

"You called me Draco?" She nodded,

"what is it?" She asked again

"would you like to come to Hogsmead with me today?" He asked very quickly so that Hermione could only just catch it,

"oh…" Hermione was very supprised, "Well… I said I'd go…but I guess I could…" There was a very long pause where Draco looked at her intensly and Hermione stared at the ground only halfconsuise of Draco.

"Only if you call me Hermione!" She said slyly. Draco grinned.

He bowed lowly to her and said in a very pompus voice,

"Why of course, Miss Hermione, I shall pick you up at eleven at your quarters," Hermione laughed and walked into the bathroom shutting the door,

"Of course Mr Malfoy, what ever you want, but if your feeling a little lively you can even pick me up at ten thirty with a horse and carage. If it's not to much of a hassel. But I must warn you, I'm not cheep. You just might have to spend three galions and two silver sickles on a butter beer for me, and most proper gentelmen would buy one for themselves to so she dosen't feel to asking." Hermione said through the locked door.

"I will be shure to bring a whole bag full Miss Hermione." And with that he walked off to his room with a smile on his face and a heavy weight lifted off his heart.