Disclaimer- for the love of crap, this aint mine. I own nothing. Dont sue.

The next few days went by very quickly. Between homework, Head duties and the planning of the ball, Hermione barely had time for herself. She barely saw Harry and Ron, except at mealtimes, and even then, she barely ate anything before running off to be somewhere else.

Draco noticed this, and thought that she might be avoiding him. He couldn't figure out why, but he had that sneaking suspicion that she was. Draco himself had been quite buy as well, since he was second of his year, next to Hermione, and still had to keep his marks up, as well as everything else. The Heads barely saw each other for the entire week, but when they did, it was full of quick hellos and goodbyes, and that was about it. There was no name-calling, but neither of them noticed.

For the first time that week, Hermione had almost an entire night off. She had already eaten, and was looking forward to a nice relaxing bath, and a bit of reading. She had gotten to talk to Harry and Ron earlier, and they had plans to hang out the coming weekend, after she hung out with Ginny. Hermione was looking forward to the weekend, and having time to breathe, but for now, this night would do.

Hermione got her things from her room, and walked to bathroom. She decided on jasmine bubbles and small candles around the bathroom. She defiantly needed to relax, and this was the perfect thing for her to do. While the bath was running, she grabbed her CD player, and some CD's to bring into the bathroom with her. She plugged it in, and finally decided to put on Smashing Pumpkins. She took her cloths off, and sunk into her bath.

"Disarm you with a smile, and cut you like you want me to. Cut that little child, inside of me, and such a part of you. Oh, the years burn."

'Oh yes, this is exactly what I needed' Hermione thought, sinking into her bath more, and just enjoying the feeling of not having anything to do.

"Disarm you with a smile, and leave you like they left me here. To wither in denial, the bitterness of one who's left alone. Oh, the years burn."

Hermione let herself get rather pruned before finally leaving the warm and relaxing bath. She dried herself off, and put some P.J's on, her black tank top and black shorts. She threw her hair into a ponytail, and walked out of the bathroom. She grabbed her book- The madness of Adam and Eve, and walked out to the common room. She stoked the fire, and sat down on her couch, wrapped herself in her blanket.

Draco walked into the dorm to find Hermione sitting on her couch, reading. She didn't seem to notice him, since she didn't even look up. He walked over to her, and read the title. He had never read that book, nor even heard about it.

"Hermione" Draco said, startling her from her reading "what's that book about? I've never heard of it before."

"Oh, its about schizophrenia and how it shaped human being's throughout evolution." She replied, marking her spot in the book, and looking at him.

"Oh. Um, what's schizophrenia?" he asked, sitting down beside her.

"It's a group of psychological disorders that's characterized by withdrawl from reality, illogical patterns of thinking, delusions and hallucinations and often includes emotional, behavioral or intellectual disturbances." She replied, sounding like a medical textbook.

"Oh. That's interesting. Do you think that I can read that when you're done?"

"I don't see why not. I should be done with it sometime this weekend. Just remind me later on." She said, thinking that the conversation was over.

"So, Hermione, shall we finish the conversation we were having the other night?" Draco said, getting comfortable beside her.

"What didn't we finish?"

"Well, we never really got to know each other. You have noticed that I haven't said anything mean to you recently?" Draco reminded her.

"Yes, I suppose that you're right. I just figured that you hadn't come up with any new insults, and didn't feel like sounding redundant." She smartly replied.

"I haven't had the time to think about them. I've been as busy as you have, and it isn't going to get any better later on in the year. More then likely, it will get worse."

"We'll have head duties, classes, homework, and the class that we are supposed to teach. I wonder when we are going to get the information about that." Hermione wondered aloud, chewing on her tongue ring as she thought.

"Soon, I hope. We still don't know what class we have to teach, we only know the year. Anyways, you said before that you have more then that tongue ring. What else do you have?" Draco asked, changing the subject.

"I don't know why it matters to you, but I have my navel pierced twice, and I also got a tattoo." She said, proud of herself.

"What is the tattoo of? Can I see it?" Draco never knew anyone who had a real tattoo. He knew that the Dark Mark was almost like a tattoo, but not quite. He was quite amazed that little Mrs. Perfect had one, of all people!

"Its actually, the Hogwarts crest. I asked Dumbledore if I could do it, and he gave me permission, provided I didn't tell the artist anything, not even the name of the school." She said, getting up off the couch. "Its on my back."

Hermione lifted up her tank top, and turned around so that Draco could see it. It was fairly large, about 6"x6", and covered her entire lower back. It was amazingly well done, and well detailed. Draco stared at it, almost jealous that she managed to get a tattoo before him. He also noticed how white and creamy her skin was. It looked so soft; he just wanted to touch it. He was about to do just that, when she pulled her shirt back down, and turned around. He dropped his hand quickly, blushing slightly.

"Its really nice Hermione. I was thinking about getting that same design, or a dragon." He said, the blush slowly fading.

"A dragon? Don't you think that would be rather silly since you name means dragon?" she asked, sitting back down and getting comfortable.

"I thought that at first, but there's so many people that don't know the history, or rather, mythology of Draco the Dragon, that it could work for the most part." He replied.

"That's true, I suppose." Her said, pondering his answer.

The two heads talked for a few more hours about school, some friends, and what they wanted to do when they left Hogwarts. Neither of them had realized how much they had in common until this night. They were both a lot different then what they had thought for 6 long years. Draco found out that Hermione was a lot cooler then he thought, and wasn't a total geek, while Hermione found out that Draco DID have a heart, and was a lot smarter then her other friends.

It was soon late, and both decided to go to bed. They had both had a pleasant night, and secretly hoped that it would last for at least the rest of the year.

Both went to bed, and neither of them knew this, but they dreamed of the other living the perfect lives, with no more nightmares.