Author's Note:

Lady in the Blue Dress: True it wasn't that sad, but I was listening to all of their other songs as well so it made it seem a little sadder. But thanks for the review anyway!

JADECOWAN: I definitely like how I dressed her in this fic. It's sort of like my style, but it's also so comfortable sounding which is sometimes my style haha. Thanks for the review!

Bwoomoon: Of course I put you in! Hehe. But yeah, Draco just must have like a stash in his closet of knives. I'll try to fit in a drunken part, but we'll see. Thanks!

Sari: YES! I definitely want to make Hermione pregnant with Draco's baby or some scandalous thing like that! I live for scandal! Thanks for the review.

Chapter Five

Hermione walked down to the Great Hall early the next morning. She saw Harry talking to Ron and Seamus. He glanced over and suddenly felt embarrassed about the night before. Ron looked over, ashamed to be with Harry.

Hermione sat down next to Ginny Weasley and Ron sat across from them. "Hermione, I'm really sorry about last night."

"Ron, why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything. Besides, it wasn't what it looked like. Malfoy and I started fighting and I threatened him before he could even say anything. It was my fault. Harry shouldn't have gotten involved. I was alright." Hermione lied. She grabbed a bowl of oatmeal and ate it slowly.

Harry and Seamus sat with Ron. Harry looked at her, surprised she was actually eating something. "Hermione, I'm really sorry. If you have something going on with Malfoy-"

"Whoa! No, no, no, no, no! I will never have a thing going on with Malfoy…ever! We were fighting and I could have protected myself without actually hurting him. He's scared of me. But you shouldn't have hurt him like that. He's messed up now and can hardly move." Seamus looked at her and grinned. Hermione looked away; she wished Seamus wasn't sitting with them. It made her nervous.

"Who would want to have a thing with Malfoy? That's so gross." Ginny said. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You guys, can we just stop talking about it." She asked.

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Jake and I sat there holding hands. I wanted to tell him that I wasn't staying, but telling him could be a big mistake. Not telling him could even be a bigger mistake. "Jake," I said trying to hold back tears. "I can't stay for the rest of the summer. I'm leaving."

Everyone looked at Sprout as she got teary eyed. Hermione was getting bored of the book. It was predictable with all the mushy lines. The main character was practically a daffodil! Hermione yawned as Sprout slammed the book shut.

"Class dismissed." They class hadn't even been there for a half hour and she was telling them to leave. Hermione packed her stuff up and left the green house. It was her last class of the day. Mondays always seemed to go by faster when you least expected it.

"Hermione," an Irish voice said behind her. She didn't turn to look at Seamus. "Hermione, I was wondering if you might help me with the arithmancy homework tonight."

"I don't know if I can. I have to help out in the kitchen tonight with Draco and he never really works so I end up doing most of the work."

"Did you just call him Draco?" Hermione shook her head, lying. "Yes you did."

"I swore I called him Malfoy. Why would I could him Draco?"

"Never mind, but if you get a chance to help me out, I'll probably be up in the library all night trying to figure it out." Hermione nodded and walked away from him. But he still followed her.

"How was your weekend? I hardly saw you at all." Seamus asked. "But I guess with all those duties it's kind of hard to keep up with friends."

"Definitely," Hermione didn't know if she considered him a friend. She liked Malfoy more then she liked him and she hardly even like Malfoy. He was a jerk.

"Hermione, why are you always avoiding me? I never did anything to you." Seamus blurted out.

Hermione stopped in the dark hall and looked at him. "You scare me, Seamus. You're weird."

"Just because I want you," Hermione was taken aback. He 'wanted' her, not had a crush on her, he 'wanted' her. A crush was when you wanted to hold hands with someone and wanted to be in love with them forever and ever. Wanting someone was wanting them in their bed. Gross!

"Just because I've known you for almost my whole life, just because I know everything about you, because I need you in my life, Hermione? What is scary about that?"

"Everything," Hermione mumbled and started walking again. Seamus pinned her up against the wall. What was with the boys and pinning Hermione against the wall? Was there no other way to stop her?

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Draco walked up the stairs from the Dungeons, but stopped in front of a hall entrance hearing a familiar whining. Actually it wasn't familiar at all, he just noticed the voice.

"Get off me!" Those words he definitely knew well. Draco looked over at Blaise who seemed to be unaware of the cries. "You stupid asshole!"

"What's wrong, Draco? Ghosts finally take that pot out of your ass?"

"What the hell, Blaise? You have really bad jokes these days."

"I just wanted to suggest some smoking of a bowl later on tonight, since we don't have all that much homework."

"Yeah, sure. But you go upstairs and I'll be up there soon. Go light one up for me." Draco said. He had never even smoked a bowl, he didn't know how to and therefore wasn't going to. He'd rather fight with Granger, which he was going to save.

"Don't touch me, Seamus!" Hermione squealed. "Stop it!"

Draco could hardly see Seamus Finnegan pressing Hermione up against the wall; the wall torch was dimly lit. He was waiting for the perfect timing to kick the shit out of Seamus.

"Get off of me, you stalker."

"Hermione, I just want you so bad." Draco could hear him unzipping his pants and decided that was the right time.

"Hey Finnegan you wanna get off the girl so I can go and kill her and then kick the shit out of you for no reason." Seamus looked over as Draco entered the light.

"What the bloody fucking hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" Seamus said, outraged. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I just told you; now move before I start on you first." Seamus backed away from Hermione raising his arms like a cop was about to shoot him. Draco walked up to him and took him by the collar. Looks like he would beat the shit out of him. Draco punched him in the stomach and let him fall to the ground. He grabbed Hermione by the wrist and dragged her up to the dormitory.

"I thought you would have killed him." Hermione said.

"Yeah well killing someone for you really isn't my style." Draco looked back and smirked at her, she however was glaring at him. "I was kidding, Granger. Take a joke, besides I would've if he didn't give me his Divination homework last night."

"How ridiculous, you couldn't have gotten that homework last night. You got beat up by Harry!"

"Oh yeah, that must have been last week then. Maybe I should go back…" He went into deep thought. "No, he's probably gone by now."

Draco pushed Hermione into the common room and walked in himself. "God, you're like my father."

"Shut up, Granger."

"I was just telling you. You're pretty protective over someone you hate."

"I didn't feel like smoking pot with Blaise."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I have no clue," Draco flopped onto the couch, summoning a box of Twinkies. He loved those things. "I don't even know how to smoke that shit."

"Out of all people, you don't know how to smoke pot…and Blaise does." Draco glared at her as she sat down. He threw her a Twinkie. She had to eat in front of Draco now, even if it was the unhealthiest thing in the world.

"Blaise knows how to do everything. He's a master with the world, he should be God." Hermione looked at him as he ate obnoxiously again. However, she couldn't help but notice that his shirt was messy and his tie loose. It was sort of sexy looking. You should be God, Hermione thought. She rubbed her eyes just to make sure she hadn't smoked pot lately. No wait, she didn't know how to. Was she seeing straight? Yes, Draco Malfoy looked sexy….no, no, what was she telling herself. Draco Malfoy was hardly ever sexy…But today he looks really sexy. NO! NO DRACO MALFOY IS NOT SEXY…maybe just a little sexy…NO, NOT AT ALL!

"I love Twinkies, they're so, like, heavenly almost." Draco admitted. Hermione finished hers off as he did. She felt like having another one. They tasted good. Hermione got off the chair and crawled over to the box. She sat next to the couch, leaning on the coffee table and unwrapped her next Twinkie.

"Maybe we should get some Ho-Ho's!" Hermione said stuffing her face.

"You mean there isn't one in the room already." Hermione got on her knees and slapped him. He laughed. Was he having a good time with Granger…no, he had to be dreaming. Yeah it was all a dream, because there could be no way he was having a dream. Then again, he did feel that slap…

"I'm not a ho and never was, Malfoy. You were always the ho." Draco laughed again and grabbed another Twinkie.

"Naw," Draco said.

"Yah," She took another bite of her Twinkie. Ah, the glory of Twinkies, they left whipped cream on girl's lips making them look stupid, innocent and hot. Draco almost fell off the couch at that thought. Hermione Granger is not hot and never will be! Buuuut… maybe we can make an exception with that whipped cream stuff on her lip though, that makes any girl look hot.

Draco leaned in a little bit and wiped off the cream so she wouldn't look so hot. Something about Twinkies, Zingers, Ding-Dongs, Snow Balls and Ho-Ho's was ever so kinky to Draco.

Damn, she still looks hot.

"What are you doing, Malfoy."

"You must not have any nerves near you mouth."

"What makes you think that?"

"Twinkies make me think that." Something about that sounded very wrong, but it also made Hermione lick Draco's finger as he got the rest off. He stared at her, unsure what to do. His hand stayed there as he debated. She put her lips around his finger. This was making Draco unbelievably horny.

Hermione didn't know what was coming over her. She just felt like being sexy to Draco, since he looked so sexy. She stopped sucking his finger and got on top of him. She sucked on his neck and Draco was completely stumped. Had someone spiked Hermione's Twinkie? Was she high? What is making this girl so…sexual lately? Yesterday she was yelling Daddy and now just because we were eating Twinkies…?

Hermione finally kissed his lips and tugged on his tie. Something about Draco was just so sexy lately. She wanted to be around him, she figured it was the only true excuse for ignoring her friends. For ignoring Harry and Ginny. Ron was nice too though; they just didn't seem like good friends.

Draco kissed her back not knowing what he was doing. Draco finally pulled away and looked at the leather chair, just as long as he wasn't looking at her. He breathed heavily. "Uhm, I should probably go smoke a bowl with Blaise just to make sure I'm feeling alright now. You know," Hermione sat up and he did too. Something about that moment was definitely not sexy.

"I thought you didn't like pot,"

"I've never tried it before." Draco said still looking away.

"Oh, well, you go do that, then, Malfoy. It could be your new hobby."

Too bad you were my hobby this past week. All we did was fight, it was almost fun, Draco thought.

"Yeah, I think I will. First times for things never hurt anyone." Draco said getting up. He knew he had said and done the wrong thing. Hermione watched him leave. She fell back onto the couch and grabbed a half eaten Twinkie, not sure whose it was, and stuffed it in her mouth. She was completely embarrassed.

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Draco was high for the first time ever, laying next to Blaise watching the clouds pass by and laughing when they saw a bug. "What were you doing?" Blaise asked. "When you didn't come up right away?"

Draco thought, he knew something important had happened. Oh yes, Granger tried to make out with him while they were eating Twinkies but it didn't work out so well. He left her to become high. "I ate some Twinkies and that was all. I was starving."

"Dude, we just had lunch." Draco lay there in silence. A bug passed by and Blaise burst out laughing.

"Sometimes when you're little, you think you're never going to do drugs and you tell those people who come in and tell you not to do them that you won't do them and you know that you will do them but you never tell anyone that until you do them." Draco said out of the blue.

"Yeah, totally true, Draco. I didn't think you could be so, like, poetic."

"What if I was a muggle?"

"I'd slit your throat." Blaise said. They both laughed and Draco sat up.

"What if I was still this cool though?"

"You're a Goddamn muggle, Draco. I would still slit your throat. I'd slit that Goddamned mud blood Granger's throat if I had the chance to. She's so annoying." Draco thought of her. He wanted to taste her lips again.

He looked around, forgetting where they were. Then it hit him, he was on top of a hill, near the Quidditch Stadium. "I think I'm gonna go, I have a lot of reading."

"Okay," Blaise said smiling. A bug passed by and he roared with laughter again. Draco left him by himself and went back to the school. He smelled like pot and that meant a shower.

Once he got up to the dorm he heard the water running and a girl singing. Who was it? Who was in his 'man shower?' How dare that woman, whoever it was singing sweetly.

He opened the door to the bathroom and could see the shade and outline of a woman's body. It felt like a sauna in that bathroom. "Let's play doctor babe, we'll operate today, incisions must be made." Draco recognized the song and the voice…and then the person. How high was he! He was looking at the real deal…Hermione Granger's body! He wanted to get into the shower with her and sing the lyrics with her.

Hermione turned off the water and turned around to see Draco standing their looking at her through the shower curtain. She screamed and Draco became wide eyed. He ran out of the bathroom and hid under the covers of his bed.

"What a dumb ass!" Hermione yelled loud enough for Draco to hear.

Draco pulled the blanket tightly around him, shutting his eyes. What did she need to take a shower for anyway? She didn't smell like pot, not like he did.

Hermione stepped out of the shower and sniffed the air. It smelled like pot. Draco was definitely baked. Hermione wrapped a towel around her body and went into Draco's room.

"What is your problem, Malfoy?"

"Please, just leave me alone, Granger. I'm still trying to figure the same thing out." Draco peeked out from the blankets and saw her in a towel. He quickly ducked back under.

Hermione huffed and stomped into her room. She couldn't believe it; he was just standing there staring at her. She kicked her bed angrily, but her toe wasn't that strong. She looked at it as it started to swell with red blood cells filling it and leaving her embarrassed and angry cheeks.

Draco didn't know what was happening. Weren't they supposed to like each other now, after their little kissing incident? Or were they supposed to still hate each other? He was so confused.

The next morning was different to Draco. The smell of coffee came from the common room. He got up and peeked into the other room; there she was drinking coffee, reading a book, all ready for the day…and eating a Twinkie. Her hair set nicely on her shoulders covered by a black robe. Draco wanted some coffee; he thought of stealing hers but then remembered their incident the night before.

"I'm not going to kill you, Draco." Hermione said still reading her book. Draco walked out into the room lit by fire. He sat far away from her but on the same couch. She looked at him. He was still scared of her. "There are no classes today. The professors are having a meeting with the Ministry. But we still have to sort the books out in the library today. I thought we should get an early start so we can have more time on our hands later."

"Oh," Draco said. "What are they having a meeting about?"

"Not sure, but I heard that it's something to do with a new teacher to take care of the grounds. Filch is getting old and outdated." She told him. Draco nodded thinking about some old, fat guy who never took showers and had a lot of acne who would be taking care of the grounds. Gross, Draco thought.

They walked down to the library side to side. Nobody was awake yet or either they went back to sleep. It was weird walking with Hermione Granger to the library. Usually when a girl and guy were walking down the hall to the library it was usually just to make out there. Silence filled the air however, so she walked ahead of him, her robe flowing over the air. Draco thought it was kind of graceful. What the bloody hell? Graceful? Nothing about my life is graceful. When have I ever used the word graceful up until now? Bloody hell, Granger is making me use the word graceful!

Draco followed her into the library and they started in the front of the library sorting the books; Draco was bored though. Nothing exciting was happening, they weren't even talking to each other and Hermione would usually be making comments about his parents by now.

"Where does Mischievous Magical Pranks go?" Hermione asked. She looked at Draco who was putting a book it place. He then turned to her and then took the book gently from her soft hands.

"Over there, on the top shelf." He told her, pointing to a shelf that was farter up then she could reach. She grabbed a chair and placed it next to the book case. She stepped on it, her robe getting in the way. She huffed and then tore the stupid robe off. Draco looked at her; she was wearing light blue jeans and a blue sweatshirt that said "Granger", "07" on the back. Can her pants get any tighter? Damn, they're like about ready to bust open!

"Do you play some kind of muggle sport or something?" Draco said, trying to get his mind off of her butt. She looked at him as she got off the chair.

"I play lacrosse in the summer."

"Oh, I have no clue what the hell that is though." Hermione didn't think it was funny though. She just went back to sorting out books. Draco couldn't seem to say anything right. Not anything today. What was wrong with her? Usually she wasn't like this. He wanted to ask her what was wrong.

But so many things were wrong with asking her. So many things…

The caring part. Wanting to talk to her. Wanting to hear her voice. Wanting to see her lips move. He wanted so much, but so much was wrong.

He gulped and looked at her put another book away. "Your very quiet today, Granger." He said adding her last name. He was so afraid to say her given name.

"Yeah well I'm not always annoying." Hermione told him. She didn't look at him though. She felt some what sad and didn't know why. She felt uncomfortable like she was going to puke.

Draco didn't have anything to say. She was just so quiet.

They heard footsteps walk into the library and turned to look at an unbelievably gorgeous woman. She had black hair framed to her face, tan skin, brown eyes, perfect smile…and was with Dumbledore laughing. Draco liked the sight of her, but hated the fact of Dumbledore.

"Ahh, these are our very well known Head Girl and Boy-" He went on but Draco didn't hear him. Head Girl and Boy? When has the girl ever been put in front of the boy? He watched Hermione get up and shake hands with the woman, smiling. Dumbledore was talking about how perfect and smart she was. He turned back and slammed another book into place. He was angry for a stupid reason, but told himself it was an important reason.

"Draco Malfoy has gotten outstanding grades as well. He's a Seeker in the Slytherin house and does a very good job." Draco remembered the last match; his shoulder still hurt from the fall. He hated Granger for caring about him. "He's great with kids, did Hagrid tell you that?" Great with kids? Hermione asked herself. She looked at him, angrily shoving the books into place. Draco Malfoy is no where near great with kid! Who makes up this shit? Surely it wasn't Hagrid!

"Draco come over here and meet the new care taker, Blair Conwell." Draco huffed silently and got up to go make friends with the hottest person in the school now. He shook her hand.

"How are the books coming along?" Blair asked. She had an Australian accent and Draco was completely in love with those. Hermione glared at him; he was so into her and she hated it. She hated him.

"Great, we're almost done. We started on the other side this morning." Draco answered Hermione looked at the time. It was already noon. They had started from the other side of the library, hadn't they?

"Good job, Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger, good job." Dumbledore said in his jolly voice.

Draco looked at the busty professor. She was so hot. He wanted her. He wanted her more then he wanted Granger. In fact he didn't even want Granger so he wanted her and only her.

Dumbledore and Blair left the library and left Draco and Hermione in peace. Hermione saw his stares. She wanted to slap him.

"She's a goddess isn't she?" Hermione asked contently.

"She's so fucking hot," Draco whispered to Hermione as they got down on the floor.

"Pleasure to hear that. If she's that hot she's gotta have a boyfriend and what older woman would want to hook up with a young guy. That's gross."

"Your older then me, you didn't mind hooking up with me." Hermione shot him a glare.

"I'm older by a few months, Malfoy. I was talking about years. She's probably 40 anyway."

"You're just jealous I have a new interest."

"What, smoking pot?" Draco pushed her onto the ground and got on top of her.

"What are you doing, Malfoy? Were in a goddamned library!" He put his index finger to her lip and smiled. He blew onto her face and she closed her eyes to prevent her eyes from watering.

"What's it smell like?"

"Shit," Hermione whispered.

"Seriously, Granger,"

"A mix of coffee, oranges and pot." She told him.

"Really?" He asked as she opened her eyes. She looked at him and nodded.

"But I can mostly smell the oranges so it smells pretty good to me." Draco smiled and stared at her. She was annoyed by him then.

Draco leaned his head in and kissed her, sliding his tongue around her mouth. She yelped and pushed him off of her. She sat up and glared at him laughing.

"How's it taste now?" Hermione slapped him and went back to sorting the books. Draco sat up and looked at her. He knew she was angry. He kneeled beside her and whispered into her ear.

"You know you liked it, Granger. You like the taste of me."

"Fuck it," Hermione said through gritted teeth. She pushed him back again and stood up.

"SORT!" She yelled. All the books sorted and Hermione stomped out of the library, leaving her robe. Draco watched her leave suddenly feeling like a jerk. But he hadn't really done anything wrong.

Draco got up as soon as the books were done sorting and grabbed her robe. It smelled like vanilla. He loved the smell of vanilla. He walked back to the dormitory and stepped in slowly. She was looking out the window ripping up a paper and watching pieces float away with the wind. It was a note she had written to him asking if he wanted to help her with her future sugar shop. Draco didn't know though.

Author's Note: Not much to say right now except that something with Draco and Blair will happen!

-Steph