Thanks to my reviewers! I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to update but here is chapter three! Some of you like the old version better and some of you like this one better. But my other one is lost forever now. So if you like it better I'm sorry, this version will have to do.

Elizabeth the 4rth- I know I do have a lot of fics going on at one time. But I just have so many ideas I can't wait to start writing them. It would be much easier to just focus on one fic but I can't do that. I am going to try to not to ignore this one as much anymore. You'll just have to not give up on me. All of my fics will be finished though. I will never ever discontinue one. I despise when people do that. I'll finish all my fics even if I start to hate them. So don't worry. Thanks for the reviews and I hope you continue to enjoy my stories.

Chapter 3: Give it to me now!

Hermione groggily rolled over and opened her eyes. She sat up slowly and looked around her room. She rubbed her face with both hands and then ran them through her bushy hair which was now a little tangled. Getting up she stumbled slightly because she wasn't fully awake. She made her way to the window that was beside her bed and peered outside through the curtains.

She was hoping to see the sun shining but it was still gray and rainy. The water was coming down in sheets even harder than it had been before. She watched it pound against the window for a few minutes before she felt her stomach grumble in hunger. Her hand went to it and she groaned. She really didn't want to go out and have to be around Draco but she knew she really didn't have much of a choice.

She opened her bedroom door and a wonderful aroma hit her. She smelled tomato sauce and garlic bread. The scent made her wander to the kitchen where she saw Draco standing at the stove stirring the sauce.

"Malfoy?" she questioned, surprised. "You cook?"

"Yes," he replied plainly. "Why do you sound so shocked?"

"Well," she began, "it is a little shocking. I never imagined Draco Malfoy to be a cook before."

"I'm not a cook per say," he said continuing the task. "I'm just pretty good at it." He carefully removed the pot of noodles from the stove and drained them in the sink.

"Why is that though?" she asked sitting down at the small round table in the middle of the kitchen. "I would assume that you'd have servants or something to do your cooking for you. Or you'd make a poor house-elf do it."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Well, yes most of our meals were prepared by the help. But my father would be at mee…gone and my mother would be out shopping or something and I'd get bored so I decided to teach myself to cook. It's basically following a recipe."

"Hmm…" Hermione thought. She knew he had almost said his father would be at meetings. But she decided to ignore it. It wasn't like she didn't know that Draco's dad was a Death Eater. "Well, I guess you learn something new everyday."

Draco didn't reply. He continued preparing the food. When he was finished he made their plates and they sat at the table and ate in almost complete silence. Hermione felt awkward but she didn't want to be the one to break the quiet. She ate slowly trying to avert her eyes from Draco.

Without conversation Hermione didn't have much to focus on except for Draco's appearance. Her eyes kept wondering over to him. She hated to admit it but she knew her mother was right. Draco Malfoy was gorgeous. From his white-blond hair to his seemingly pedicured toes he could almost be considered a piece of art. His features were soft but he was still very handsome. Her eyes traveled down his body and to his chest and stomach. She knew that under his t-shirt had to be muscles and a carved six-pack. She shook her head as if to clear her mind when she'd found herself gazing at his lips. There was only one word to describe them: kissable. He had a sort of pouting bottom lip that she knew would be fun to nibble on. When she realized that it was wrong for her to have thoughts like that about someone she was supposed to hate she shook her head as if to clear her mind.

When they were finished eating Draco moved to pick up the plates but Hermione stopped him. "You cooked, I'll do the dishes," she stated.

Draco simply nodded and went to his room. As she stood at the sink cleaning the dishes they'd used she thought about how odd it was that they were getting along so well. She couldn't remember a time in her life when she was in the presence of a Malfoy and she didn't have the urge to throw something very heavy at his head. But if she had to be stuck there with him she might as well just learn to cope and deal with him. As long as they could just at least be civil to one another then they'd be fine.

She heard Draco's door open and close again and she turned around. He was holding a notebook and was reading it intently. Hermione paused for a moment. She thought and thought and then noticed that the notebook belonged to her. Anger coursed through her veins.

She shot towards him as if she was sitting on a spring. "What the hell are you doing going through my stuff!" she yelled.

Draco ignored her shouting and continued to read.

"Look!" she said as she reached him and made a grab for it. Unfortunately Draco was taller than her and he could easily hold the item out of her reach. "That is my personal property and you have no right to just go in my room and take it!"

"This is pretty good," he said continuing to disregard her obvious rage. Hermione blushed. "I didn't know you liked to write."

"It's just a hobby," she said still reaching up for her notebook.

"Well, you're good at your hobby," he complimented.

"Please give it back," she whispered.

"No," he responded bluntly.

Hermione was becoming even more irritated. "Give it to me now!" she screamed.

Draco made a break for it and ran toward his bedroom. He tried to shut the door on her but she was too quick for him. Hermione squeezed through and chased him until he fell on his bed. She fell on top of him all the while reaching anxiously for her notebook.

They were both laughing at this point. Strangely, it didn't feel weird for her to be acting this was with Draco. The only other person she'd ever played around with like that was Ron, though. And she'd been flirting in those instances.

Oh, God, she thought. Am I flirting now? No, I can't be. I can't be flirting with Draco Malfoy…Can I?

She was finally able to catch Draco off guard and grabbed the notebook away from him. She hopped up from his bed and stared at him.

"Never, ever do anything like that again," she demanded. She walked through the door connecting their rooms and slammed it. She didn't know if she was more upset at Draco or herself.

A million thoughts ran through her head at one time. She really had been flirting with him. She put her head in her hands in shame as she sat on her bed. For some odd reason she couldn't help but feel like she'd been cheating on Ron. Technically, she really hadn't for two reasons. One, it's not like she'd kissed Draco or anything; and two, she and Ron weren't exactly going out.

They had kissed a few times. But neither of them could really gather up the courage to initiate a relationship beyond friendship. Hermione's reason was that she didn't want to ruin their friendship. She wasn't sure what Ron's was but she had the feeling he was just terrified of commitment.

"I didn't do anything wrong," she told herself. She got up and put her notebook back in her dresser. She decided it was probably time to get started unpacking. And that she did.

It only took about an hour for her to get everything the way she wanted it. When she finished she went to her window yet again and saw that it was still raining. She sighed. There was a beautiful lake behind the cabin that she wanted to swim in. But as long as it was raining she wouldn't be able to.

She got up and stretched. She looked at the clock on the wall and noticed it was now nine o' clock. Since she'd taken a nap she wasn't a bit tired. Remembering she hadn't finished the dishes earlier she decided she'd do those.

Entering the living room she was caught by surprise because Draco was asleep on the couch. That wasn't what surprised her though. What surprised her was how peaceful he looked. She inched quietly closer to him and looked down upon his motionless body.

His face was so calm and with his blond hair he looked almost angelic. She couldn't believe that was the same person who had practically tortured her and her friends all the years they'd been in Hogwarts together. His golden hair fell into his eyes as he lay serenely sleeping and his body seemed to hold a weightless quality.

She sighed and left him alone. As she washed the dishes she couldn't help but think about how attractive Draco was. The fact that she'd hated his guts for the past six years had always kept her from seeing how good-looking he was. But the truth was that deep down she'd always known that he was gorgeous. It wasn't fair that such a beautiful person could have such a cold heart.

When she'd finished the dishes she went to her room and grabbed her book. She sat in the squishy chair in the living room and lay with her legs across one arm and her back against the other. She read contently every now and then pausing to gaze over at Draco's snoozing form.

Woo…I know this chapter isn't that great but eh…at least I updated! I hope the next one is better and I'm going to try and update this fic a little more often. Please review!