When Draco woke up, it was somewhere around 2 o'clock. He had an anxious feeling about something and when he turned around, he exactly knew why that was.
She was there. Well actually, he was there in her bed but still.
She was sleeping so peaceful and serene, with her hair all over the pillow and wearing his shirt again. She looked sweet.
He shivvered. Draco Malfoy does not think in terms like sweet.
He quickly turned around and quietly slipped out of bed.
He had slept with the Bookworm, without touching a potion. He broke in cold sweat when he realized she knew that too. Although, she started it. She kissed him.
He got into the Common Room, quietly moving over the exploded door. He started to pace, running his hands through his blond locks, like he always did when he was worried.
How could I possibly sleep with Granger, he though, in free will!
But he knew exactly why.
Because she was funny, even though she still was a bit scary. He couldn't remember a girl in his entire life that made him laugh like Granger made him.
Because he had discovered she was actually a nice person and quite pretty as well.
She was also sexy, because she didn't know she was.
He didn't like her and if he did he wouldn't admit it, but he was startin to enjoy her company. Or something like that.
But nevertheless, he thought, that is no excuse to sleep with such a Know-It-All Goody Two-Shoes.
He grunted as he realized she would be worried when she woke up she would want to talk about it.
shortly hesitating he got into his bedroom, quietly locked the door and get on his own bed. He ignored the painful feeling of missing her body next to his. That will pass, he thought, closing his eyes to get some sleep.
The next morning Hermione reached out for Draco. When she didn't find him in her bed, she opened her eyes and looked around, ignoring the worried feeling.
She still wore his shirt, though.
She got out of bed. It was 7 o'clock, so there was plenty of time to do everything she needed to do. But first, she had to find Draco. She wanted to hear from him why they spent the night together. She didn't quite get it herself.
She got in the Common Room. Draco wasn't there either. She noticed his broom was gone.
His bedroomdoor was open so she looked inside and saw he had slept in his own bed that night. That's weird.
She sat down on the couch and yawned. Last night was pretty weird as well.
She had no idea why she kissed bloody ferretface in the first place, but she was quite shocked when he wanted to shag her after that. She hadn't even protested.
She didn't understand. Something inside her actually liked the blonde arrogant Slytherin.
He was funny and sweet in his own strange way (like carrying her to bed and bumping her head into the wall) She grinned.
And he was very handsome as well. She even started to enjoy his annoying smirk.
No no no this is all wrong, she thought stressing, jumping up and started pacing up and down. I can't like Ferret, this is all wrong!
Draco had been flying for a hour or something and looked at the big clock of Hogwarts.
She was probably still asleep, he thought relaxing, I leave my broom and get some stuff, then I go talk to Blaise and go to classes with him.
He quickly got to the Heads-Dormitory and when he opened the door, he stared in horror at Hermione who had been pacing up and down the room, just like he did.
"Where did you go on 7 o'clock in the morning?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"None of your bloody business." He reacted coldy.
"Blondie, are you playing hot and cold with me?" She asked, looking at him in suspicion.
"No Bookwurm, I'm just the cold-part. I still detest you." He reacted.
"Then why did you sleep with me last night?" She asked cleverly.
Shit, he muttered, she got him in a corner.
"Because you looked like you needed it and besides you started it! You kissed me!" He said, ignoring his voice got louder with every word he said.
"That I kissed you doesn't mean I need you to fuck me, Malfoy!" She said louder as well, "It was just funny to see you get all terrified!"
"Well, why did you want to fuck with me last night then, huh?" He yelled at her, throwing down his broom. "You didn't exactly protest."
Hermione turned red. "Well, I don't know! It just happened."
"I don't know either!" He said. "It must have been a very late effect from the Potion because I couldn't possibly want to sleep with you in free will. You're Gryffindor's Goody-Good Golden Girl for crying out loud." He said, his face in disgust.
Hermione's eyes seemed like on fire. "Well. I guess you're right about that effect, because I wouldn't want to sleep with So-Called Slytherin Sexiest either. So stupid of me to think even you could feel at some point!" She screamed in sarcasm
Draco laughed nervously. "You didn't think I was falling for you, Granger?" He said cynical, "that would be really unnatural for me in so many ways."
Hermione looked at him like she wanted to strangle him. For a moment Draco was afraid to see her fist from upclose again like in the third-year but then she said in a chocked voice:
"You don't have a heart, do you? You don't have a heart, you are a cynical calculating excuse for a human-being. I didn't think you were falling for me, Malfoy, I thought that you were actually becoming something you're not: HUMAN!"
And with that she ran into the bathroom, since her own room didn't offer much privacy and locked the door.
Draco just stood there in horror and amazement of how she just spoke to him. He felt something aching inside. He was hurt.
Then he screamed loudly, his voice dripping with pure frustration, anger and pain, before he ran out of the Common Room.
That girl was going to bring him down at some point.