Here ya go. Sorry for the late update, school stuff, grounded stuff, and birthday stuff! Mmmm…cake.

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Hermione awoke, the dream she was having disappearing instantly, pulled away from the lack of drowsiness. The room was completely dark still but on the ceiling there seemed to be a mural of a bright sunny day. She sat up and pulled the brass cord of a lamp on her bedside table. She pulled off the piles of blankets and was assaulted by the cool air. She scrambled off the bed lazily and reached for the wand at the side of her bed. She looked around the room again. It was odd, but comforting.

She yawned heavily and started for the bathroom. She had been to tired to inspect it before but now that she was awake the room amazed her. It wasn't huge, or made of marble and gold, it was simply…simple. Something about the simplicity made her love it all the more. It had a simple rose-colored tub, a simple rose-colored sink, simple rose towels; everything in the room was rose, warm, comforting, and rose. She slipped toward the tub eager to be warmed after the rude assault of the earlier chill. She turned the handle calmly and the water began to quickly fill the tub. She slipped out of her pajamas and into the warm water, sighing blissfully as her skin was engulfed.

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Draco sighed and fell onto his bed. If he recalled correctly this is the second time in two days he had done so because of a certain person. Ugh… He thought to himself …Why do I feel this way? He frowned. If only he could find her…If only he could explain himself. If…only…

He sat up. He knew where she lived! He grinned, why hadn't he thought of this before? He rushed out of his room to the main entrance. His aunt's party was long over but the house elves still cleaned. He grabbed a coat and rushed out into the pitch black. He groaned, he had forgotten how long these type of parties lasted. He worked his way to the driveway and climbed into his Porsche, which he hated. His mother insisted he have the very best. But that wouldn't likely get Hermione back. In fact he expected the opposite to. Despite his belief he pulled out and started for Hermione "Heather" Granger's house.

After a short drive he arrived, in the front was the car he'd seen the first night he arrived and one other car. He suspected this was a friend for moral support. He mentally scolded himself. He closed his car door and started for the house. A light flicked on in one of the windows, causing Draco to jump. He stepped up to the door and knocked quietly. A woman came to the door, but it wasn't Hermione. It was some woman whom looked nothing like Hermione. She had short blond hair and huge glasses.

"Hello?" She greeted him nicely as she flicked on the porch light.

"Um…hi. I'm looking for…Heather." He quickly caught himself.

"You must be David!" She replied happily. "Heather's not here…She went on some sort of urgent business trip. I'm Alaska, Heather's friend."

"But her car's in the driveway." He countered.

"She must've taken a taxi then." Alaska said decisively. "Well, don't stand out there in the cold! Come inside. Heather won't mind!"

Draco knew otherwise but followed Alaska's directions. He was led to the sofa and she sat down across from him on a chair, leaning forward slightly. She looked him over, as if appraising an expensive piece of furniture.

"Do you do this to everybody that comes to see Heather?" He asked a bit more harshly than he intended.

"Only her boyfriends that come to her house at midnight two nights in one week." She says calmly. Draco turned pink. "Of course that wouldn't rule out any of her boyfriends." She said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" He asked curiously. If he remembered right Hermione wasn't one to entertain men at midnight.

"You're the first boyfriend she's had since she's been here." She says matter-of-factly.

"I'm not her boyfriend." He replies defensively.

"Mmm-hmm…" She replied smiling. "Well, what did you want to see her for?"

He muttered something incomprehensible. She looked at him curiously. "Him?"

"I wanted to say I'm sorry." He replied quietly.

"Why?" She asked. "Did you do something to her?"

"I upset her…" He said slightly embarrassed. "I don't know how." He lied.

Alaska nodded. "She's a moody one. Won't answer anything about her past." She leaned in and lowered her voice. "I think she wants to forget it…there might be abuse or something…" She nodded knowingly. "Best not to press the issue."

"I should be going…" He smiled. "I'll apologize later, when she gets back."

"Okay." Alaska replied. "I'll tell her you came by."

He stood and excused himself out the front door.

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Hermione stepped out of her room, still putting her wethair up in a low bun. She knew she should tell him, she was worried what he would do though. She climbed Harry's stairs and knocked on the trap door. It opened a moment later, a tired Harry standing in the doorway. His hair was standing in every direction, his pjs rumpled.

"Whaddayawant?" He yawned.

"You're still in bed Harry?" She scolded lightly. "It's noon."

"Are you sure?" He asked lazily. "In that case come in." He said gesturing to his room. "It's a bit messy…"

Messy was an understatement. Clothes were strewn across the floor, the bed's blankets were all red and scattered. Along the walls were posted paintings. They appeared to be of ancient great wizards and witches.

"One day and it's already a mess? Gee Harry, I knew you could mess up a room, but seriously, you are world class." She ducked a flying red pillow. "Missed you too Harry, missed you too." She sat daintily on the edge of the bed.

"So, what do you want?" He asked grabbing his glasses from his bedside table.

"Does a girl need a reason to come see her best friend?" She asked innocently.

"Yes, what is it?" He said looking at her, one eyebrow raised.

"Well, fine. I was just gonna tell you I've got to go back home and get my stuff." She sighed and muttered something else.

"What was that?" He asked plopping down beside her.

"And Draco lives in the town I was in." She said quietly.

"He what?" Harry was clearly awake now. "Draco, Draco Malfoy?"

"Yeah," She replied. "Please don't tell Ron."

"DON'T TELL RON?" He yelled. "WHY SHOULDN'T I TELL RON?"

"Well, he kinda overreacts…"

"ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE SAME MAN THAT I THINK WE ARE?" Harry stood angrily. "AND WHAT DID YOU DO? BEFRIEND HIM? I THINK RON HAS EVERY RIGHT TO KNOW."

"Every right to know what?" Ron asked lightly from the door.

"HERMIONE BEF.."

Hermione pulled Harry down stopping him from talking his eyes were blazing. "About how I have to go back to Boston to get my stuff." She said quickly.

"Oh, why would I be angry about that?" He asked shrugging. "In fact if you need some floo powder…" He turned and walked down the stairs towards his room.

Hermione looked at Harry pleadingly.

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Yep, that's it for now. Please review and here's my thanks section:

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