Wow... I uploaded this in the morning and got two reviews in less than an hour! I never knew Draco and Hermione pairings were so popular! As you can see on the chapter title below, there is a bit of sadness in here, but it will get funnier. I will assure you! Er... yeah. Well, anyway... Here's chapter 2! R&R!!!

I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. I love her little Erised trick in the first book, but I translated it. It means 'I SHOW NOT YOUR FACE BUT YOUR HEARTS DESIRE'. All she did was wrote the sentence backwards and moved the spaces. So you see, Erised is Desire spelled backwards! YIPPEE!!

Chapter 2: You have no friends!

Hermione opened the bedroom door and looked inside. The room was just like the girl's dormitory, except for the fact that there was only one bed.

"Thank god there's two bedrooms." Hermione let out a sigh of relief. 'Thank god this isn't a cabin in the middle of a snowstorm with only one room with absolutely nothing in it except a blanket that we have to share!!' (A/N: Sorry. I was reading this hilarious blanket fic just had to add that.)

The sixteen-year-old jumped onto her four-poster and closed the curtains, toning in to absolute silence... well, almost absolute silence. She could still hear Draco cursing from his own room.

"Keep it down, Malfoy!!" Hermione yelled.

"Shut up, Granger!" Was his only reply.

Hermione pulled her curtains away and stormed out of her room to Draco 's room. As she stepped in, she immediately stopped. There was Draco standing in the middle of the room with no shirt or pants... just boxers glaring daggers- no... swords at her. There was an awkward silence until Hermione, blushing furiously, immediately turned around and ran out of the room.

"Oh, god... did I just see what I thought I saw?" Hermione asked herself. "I hope not..."

"Too bad." Draco quipped. Hermione looked up at Draco leaning on the doorway, and to her relief, was now wearing a black shirt and a pair of jeans. "You did."

Hermione let out a moan of disbelief and put her head in her hands. "Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn..."

"Would you shut up already, you stupid mudblood!" Draco closed his eyes and looked away. "You confuse me. I don't see why Potty and Weasel became your friends. They may be bastards, but compared to you, they're way better."

"Shut up."

"I only speak the truth." Malfoy started to smirk. "They're only your friends because they want your study notes."

"Shut up!"

"Face it, Hermione." Draco continued. "You have no real friends. You never did and you never will. You're just a lonely mudblood."

"SHUT UP!!!" Tears were streaming down Hermione's cheeks. "You're... you're wrong..."

"Now you're finally starting to see the truth." Draco started to laugh coldly, but was stopped by a sharp pain in the side of his face. The force of the punch made him fall to the floor. He tenderly touched his cheek looked up at Hermione. Tears were running down the sides of her face and dripping off her chin.

"SHUT UP!!!" She said again. "It's not like you have any friends! Look at Crabbe and Goyle! They only follow you around because they have nothing better to do! Pansy only wants you for your money and power! Same with every other Slytherin girl! You bought your way onto the Quidditch team and you treat everyone else like SHIT!!!"

Draco was at a loss for words. He had to admit Hermione was right. Nobody treated him like a real friend. Hermione had friends... he just wanted to get under her skin... and he did... just a little too much.

"Just a tip... Stay away from me while we're here!" With that, Hermione stormed back into her room and slammed the door behind her, leaving Draco to hold his jaw.

"God, Hermione packs a hard punch."

"... and does anyone know what the name of the Bowtruckles' enemy is?" Professor Sprout looked around the class for a hand. Nobody moved. "What about Miss Granger? She looked around the classroom, searching for the young Gryffindor. "Miss Granger?" Everyone's heads turned, searching for Hermione, but no luck.

"Mr. Potter? Mr. Weasley? Do you know where Hermione is?" The two shook their heads in reply. "That's strange..." There was a sudden screech as an owl flew into the greenhouse and landed beside Professor Sprout. The teacher immediately took the letter from the owl and read the message.

Dear Professor Sprout:

Just so you know, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy are in the Rivalry room on the eighth floor. We cannot get in and they cannot get out until they get along. As you know, this may take a while, so send me their homework. Thank you.

Albus Dumbledore

Professor Sprout smiled slightly at the misfortune of the two students, then tucked the parchment into her pocket.

"Now, class... The enemy of the Bowtruckle is the Kidwump..."

Hermione opened the door and tiptoed over to the bathroom door. She placed her hand on the knob, but paused. After the incident earlier, she wasn't quite ready to talk to Malfoy... let alone apologize. She knocked on the door quietly. There was no reply. The bushy-haired girl slowly opened the door and let out a sigh of relief when she realized the room was vacant. Hermione stepped in and locked the door behind her. She walked up to the sink and turned on the tap. The sound of the cool water calmed Hermione down slightly. She held her hands under the running water, creating a bowl with her palms. She let her hands fill up with the cool liquid and splashed it on her face.

'That feels so nice...' Hermione thought happily as she splashed another handful of water on her face. She quickly dried her face and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was fairly messy... nothing that a little magic couldn't fix.

With a wave of her wand, Hermione's frizzy hair became nothing more than gentle uneven curls (A/N: Sorry. I'm just making it realistic. I look like Hermione -not Emma Watson- and that's the way my hair works) . After running her fingers through her soft hair (A/N: I wish I could do that right now. My hair never cooperates. It's not frizzy, but I can't run my fingers through it. Maybe I should cut it... hmm... Nah) She looked back into the mirror and noticed someone else's face behind her own. She turned around and glared at Draco, who replied with a smirk.

"I locked that door, Malfoy." Hermione snapped. "Can't you take a hint?!" Draco shrugged.

"You go into my room while I'm changing, I come into a locked bathroom when you're washing your face." Draco smirked. "We're even." The Slytherin turned on his heel and strode out of the bathroom. "Oh, and Granger?" Draco turned around to face her. "You're homework is in your room."

"What?! Now you're snooping in my room?!" Hermione was fuming with rage.

"You did punch me." Draco quipped. Hermione went to slap him, but he caught her wrist a few inches from his cheek. "Of course I didn't go into your room! I just found today's work in my room! Get a grip you mudblood!" Hermione swung her other hand at him, which he caught just like the first one. Their faces were inches apart Draco glared at Hermione with icy blue eyes. Fire flashed behind Hermione's cinnamon brown ones.

"Er...Malfoy?" Hermione mumbled: her cheeks slightly rosy. "You're too close..."

Draco and Hermione immediately parted, Draco leaving to his room and Hermione to her own, thinking about the awkward moment.

Draco flopped onto his four-poster, sinking his face into the soft green and silver throw pillows.

'Whoever invented throw pillows was pure genius.' Draco thought happily. "They make me so... sleepy..." His eyes slowly closed as he fell into a deep sleep.

Was it good? Please let me know! I know it's a tiny bit short, but I'm sure you can handle it! The chapter I'm working on now is full of cotton candy! Well, not literally, but it's fluffy and sweet and that describes cotton candy perfectly. Review pleeze!