A/N: I want to thank the people that reviewed.

Lady-Delphinea: I'll try my best to make things go slower.

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Disclaimer: Stop asking me! I don't own Harry Potter!

And, on with the story…

"Hermione, what was that all about?" Harry questioned suspiciously as the walked to the Great Hall.

"What?" Hermione innocently asked, trying to be nonchalant about it. Ron rolled his eyes. Hermione walked a little faster, hoping to avoid that conversation.

"You know what I mean. You and Malfoy were walking pretty close together. And you were actually smiling, and Malfoy wasn't being the asshole that he is," Harry said jealously, glaring at his best friend. Harry had never quite gotten over breaking up with Hermione.

"That was nothing. Why are you being so overprotective? Jeez, I can take care of myself, you know," Hermione said as they sat down at the Gryffindor table. She helped herself to some food.

"Well, sorry… It's just weird, always seeing you with Malfoy. If I didn't know better, I'd think that you two were friends," Harry joked. Ron burst out laughing.

"That would be hilarious! A Slytherin and a Gryffindor friends! Especially Malfoy and Hermione!" he cried, making Hermione angry. Great. What will they say when they find out that we were being nice to each other, even more that we kissed – twice?!

She stabbed her turkey with her fork. This is so stupid. Why am I obsessing over stupid Draco Malfoy. He's an idiot, just trying to get me to sleep with him. I don't really like him…

"Hermione? Are you alright?" Harry asked, concerned. Hermione glared at her mashed potatoes. "Hermione?" Harry asked again. Hermione jabbed her fork into her turkey, as if it were Draco's face. Malfoy is an obnoxious jackass. I hate his guts! I can't believe that I actually thought that we liked each other.

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, and then went back to eating. Hermione sighed and placed her fork down. God damn it! I hate that git. Why do I have to share a room with him?

She exhaled deeply and got up. "I'm full…" she lamely said. Harry pointed his fork at Hermione's plate.

"You didn't eat a bite," he pointed out. Hermione shrugged. "Hermione, you've barely eaten the whole day. You walked out in the middle of breakfast. You completely skipped lunch, and you didn't eat anything for dinner."

"I'm not hungry right now, okay? I'll eat later. I have stuff in my dorm," she defensively yelled, leaving.

Draco Malfoy got up from his chair the minute he saw Hermione leave. Blaise put a hand on his arm, stopping him.

"Not now. Wait a little. It's too suspicious," Blaise whispered out of the corner of his mouth. Draco reluctantly sat back down, but spent the next ten minutes staring at the door, eager to get out. Finally, Blaise gave him a little nudge. "Go," he firmly ordered.

Draco quickly stood up and left the Great Hall to his immense relief. He climbed up the stairs to his dorm and muttered the password. Walking in, he saw Hermione lying on the couch, deep in thought.

"Hi…" he hesitantly greeted her. Hermione turned her head to face him. She sighed, exasperated.

"Oh. It's you. What, dinner wasn't good enough for you?" she muttered. Why the hell is he always stalking me?

Draco raised an eyebrow, and then turned purple. "Well, look who's talking. You're the one always leaving early," he shot back. Hermione glared at him.

"You know what, Malfoy. The world would be a better place if you learned how to shut your mouth and at least attempt to be nice," she said bitterly.

"If I tried to be nice? What about you? I walk in and say 'Hi', and you're all up in my face!" Draco exclaimed.

"Why the hell would you try to be nice? That's just not like you! I don't know what your problem is, Malfoy, but you've gotten really weird since the beginning of the year. What ever happened to 'mudblood'? Whatever happened to the Malfoy that's always bugging people?" Hermione demanded. She got up and escaped into the safety of her room.

Draco slumped into a seat and whispered, "He's gone… He disappeared when Dad died…"