A few hours later, Hermione was still sitting in the common room reading. The excitement of being named Head Girl combined with the new sleeping quarters had made it impossible for Hermione to fall asleep. Tomorrow there would be no classes since it was the first day, so she wanted to stay up and read. She was sure that Draco was asleep until he came out of his bedroom shortly after midnight.
"What are you still doing up, Granger?" he asked, ashamed to be sneaking around like a first year after curfew
"Just doing some reading. I could ask you the same thing."
"Couldn't sleep." He brought his own book out of his room and settled in the chair opposite Hermione.
"Well, I am going to insist that if I have to call you Draco, that you can call me Hermione as well."
Hermione never took her eyes off of Draco as she said that, hoping for a reaction. For the first time in months, Hermione could have sworn she saw a fleeting smirk cross his face before he turned his attention back to his book.
Draco quickly diverted his eyes from the mud-, no, Granger, no, Hermione. That was going to take some getting used to he thought. But fair enough. He had to get his eyes off of her because they were not on her face where they should be, but instead kept making their way down her slim arms and fit legs. His only saving grace was that her body was hid behind the enormous book that took up her whole lap. Man, what a summer did for her.
"Is something the matter?" she asked.
"No, why?" said Draco snapping back to reality.
"Because you were staring at me."
"Was not!" Draco protested.
"Were too!"
"Was not! I was trying to figure out what you were reading." Draco countered.
"Oh, that." Great thinking, Merlin, Hermione cursed herself. Of course Draco wasn't looking at you. He might not be full blood, but you have still been bitter enemies for six years, and he probably still blames you for exposing him. "Its about Moroccan magic. I was there, Morocco, I mean, over the summer. Magic there is different, a little Eastern Mysticism to it. Look at me, rambling on like you care about my book and my…. Oh, never mind. I will shut up now."
Oh, Draco thought to himself, that is where she was this summer. "Can I see?"
"See what?" asked Hermione before she could catch herself. Now she was sure she saw his trademark smirk.
"You book of course."
"Oh, right," she blushed. She started to get up off the couch to bring him the book, but Draco beat her too it and plopped down on the couch with her. Hermione turned the book where Draco could look on too and she showed him some of the highlights. But Draco was barely looking at the book, now his view of Hermione's body was unobstructed. He didn't know if it was the summer that had made the difference or if she had always hid that body under her volumous robes, but she looked amazing sitting here next to him. He caught the soft scent of lavender and vanilla and had to restrain himself from reaching out to touch her soft brown curls. He used to be the Slytherin Sex God and he hadn't gotten any action in months, which had to be why she was so attractive to him now. Yeah, that is all it is, he confirmed.
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