A part of Hermione woke up at some point in the morning, but since 4 out of 5 voices in her head told her to go back to sleep, she did. She was still really tired, since she had been awake so long lastnight..a few more minutes would make no difference..right?

Draco felt Hermione curl up against him and automatically he put an arm around her. Lazily he opened one eye, but couldn't find a clock anywhere in the room. Ah well..he closed his eye.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Disturbed Draco opened his eyes, seeing Hermione in his favourite shirt, running circles in her room, her hands in her hair.

"You're acting ridiculous and rather useless, Granger," he yawned. "Come back to bed."

Hermione arched her brows so high, Draco was afraid they would get stuck in her messy hair.

"No you idiot! We're late! We are so bloody late!" She exclaimed, before finally finding her jeans under the pile of clothing. She pointed at the clock, while getting in her jeans.

"Shit!" He said before jumping out of bed. "Granger it's nine o'clock! I thought you were so punctual!"

"Well, I thought you were a natural blonde, so we all make mistakes!"

"Hey, I am a natural blonde!" He said indignantly, putting on his jeans. "how can you possible think I'm not a.."

"Get over yourself Blondie! We're LATE and we have POTIONS! Snape is going to kill me!" She screamed, trying to force her hair in a bun.

"Of course not, I just say.." He started.

"I said kill me, not you. You're his favourite pet, blondie!" She reacted, getting a bag. "Oh my god oh my god," Hermione interrupted him again, before grabbing all her books. "and I haven't got that essay for our assignment and it's due today, I was gonna make it yesterday but then you got mental and.."

"GRANGER, STOP IT!" Draco had grabbed her by the arms to calm her down. "I already made that!"

Hermione looked at him in amazement and then in joy. "Oh my god, I could so kiss you right now!"

Draco smirked.

"But I won't, because you're still disgusting." She added quickly.

"Come on, we have to go." She said grabbing her bag

Draco raised his eyebrow. "Granger, aren't you forgetting something?" She looked at him blankly.

"You're still wearing my blouse." He pointed out.

"Yeah so, it looks better on me than on you!" She replied. "And most of all, we're in a hurry."

"Bookwurm," he explained impatiently, "you can't possibly go out of this room in MY favourite shirt without whole Hogwarts knowing I shagged you. Don't be such a fool. Take it off and wear something else. That err..that little blue thingie over there."

Hermione looked at him in annoyance and disbelief before she grinned: "That's a bra."

Draco turned red. "Well..err..sorry about that. Err..well my point is you have to wear something else."

"Draco, there's no time for that," she said hastily.

Draco rolled his eyes, ignoring she called him Draco. He got to her closet, ignored the indignant 'Hey!' coming from her and threw her a white blouse of her own.

"Fine, you little dictator!" She yelled at him before getting out of the big blouse of Draco and putting on her own.

"Now, let's go!"

"I still can't believe Snape let us go so easily." Hermione said, shaking her head, when she headed in her Common Room. She had just been studying with Harry and Ron.

Draco who sat on the couch reading, smirked at her. "The benefits of rolling with the Slytherin' Prince, Bookworm."

Hermione rolled her eyes, although he had a point. "Right."

"So, what are we doing tonight?" He asked curious, trying not to look excited.

"You have Quidditch-practice, Blondie." She reacted.

Draco raised his brows and smirked: "Have you been studying my schedule lately, Granger? Why do you know I have Quidditch?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Because Harry and Ron were going on and on about how they wanted the field and the Slytherin got it."

"Oh." He reacted.

"So we aren't doing anything. I'm going to make the next essay for our assignment with all the ingredients and all." She said sighing. "I'm off to the library."

"Allright." He tried to hide his dissapointment. "I guess I'll see you later then."

"Yeah, later Blondie."

"Bye Bookworm."

When Draco came in their Common Room, the first thing he noticed that there were books all over the place.

Then he noticed Hermione.

She was sleeping, her head on top of some big book.

He smirked. He put down his broom, ran a hand through his damp hair and softly, trying not to wake her up he lifted her up and started walking to the bedroom.

He walked as quietly as he could, but he forgot one thing.

Her head bumped into the wall rather painful and with a loud "OW!" she woke up.

"Blondie, what the hell were you doing?" She screamed, rubbing her head, looking at him in anger.

"I was taking you to bed, Granger, because you were asleep on some big boring book!" He said back loudly.

"Well, why didn't you just woke me up so I could walk to my bed. That way I wouldn't be in pain!" She yelled at him, still in his arms.

"I was trying to be nice to you, Bookworm, I can't help it that your head is so big!" He screamed.

Suddenly they looked at eachother and bursted out in laughter.

"You idiot." She said still grinning, after he had let her down. "Although it was a very sweet gesture."

"I am not sweet," he reacted, "I am sexy, not sweet."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and smirked, quite similar to his. "Sweet can be sexy too, you know."

He smirked back. "Goodnight, Granger."

"Goodnight, Malfoy."

And suddenly she moved forward, put her hands in his neck and gave him just a little kiss on his lips.

He was stunned.

"That was really unnecessairy, Granger." He mumbled.

Hermione smirked, what reminded Draco of himself.

"It was worth seeing your face curl up all shocked and funny." She chuckled.

Draco raised an eyebrow.

Then he lifted her up, marched into her bedroom. "You're not going to bump me against the wall again, are you?" Hermione asked, a little frightened.

"No, of course not." Draco reacted. "I'm going to shag you senseless." He threw her on her bed.

To his amazement she didn't even protest or ask questions or say things like 'have you gone mad?' 'we didn't use a potion.' and 'are you out of your mind?'

She grabbed him by his hips and moved him closer, before moving him on the bed.

She crawled on top of him.

"You have quite an attitude." She smirked. "Don't think you can get anywhere with that, Blondie."