Disclaimer: None of this is mine, sadly. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Jadecowan: Glad you liked it. But that's kinda freaky, the way that both times, you were listening to the same band.
Samantha Cameron: Yeah Simple Plan! They rock. And I had to have Harry and Hermione fight because it makes the plot thicker and it's easier to get Draco and Hermione together if Hermione feels like she doesn't have any friends. Kinda complicated, but my story is supposed to be complex.
KougrasGrl1188: I'm glad you like it. But, for furture reference, I update pretty slowly.
Hannah-901: Yeah, those songs rule! I'm happy that you're enjoying my story, but it usually takes a long time for me to update.
Missy s: I'm pleased that you like my story.
Lady-Delphinea: I didn't really intend for Hermione and Harry to last that short of a time. Draco was supposed to get REALLY REALLY jealous, but I was too excited about getting Draco and Hermione together that I forgot.
Sandy: I know. Don't Simple Plan and Green Day rock?
m1ck3ym0u3: Explain the songs first? As in, during the chapter tell why I chose that song? Hmm… I might do that. And you are so right. Green Day and Simple Plan rock.
Katie: I so did not bribe you! I merely told you that I was working on a story and I said you should check it out! Get a grip, Katie, and snap out of your dream world. Is this really worse than my other work? Whatever. And it turns out that "tomorrow" is a Saturday so hah. Rock on, dude!
Devilz angel69: I know! Green Day and Simple Plan are the best!
Truegemini: You love it, huh? That's nice to hear. I think EVERYBODY loves Green Day and Simple Plan; they've been mentioned in almost every review. Gosh, they rock!
Gaia: It's not just MY taste in music; about every review said that Green Day and Simple Plan rule!
Hermione gasped as Harry glared at her. Then, he raced away. Hermione ran after him, but she felt slow and sluggish. It seemed that the more she ran, the further away Harry seemed to be.
"Harry! Wait!" she called out. Her voice echoed across the hallway, and Harry laughed coldly, smirking.
"Wait? Wait for you? Yeah right. Go play with Malfoy, since you like him so much. Get out of my sight, mudblood," he spat out. Hermione gasped at what Harry just called her.
Suddenly, Draco Malfoy appeared behind her. "Come here Granger," he ordered. Hermione shook her head, backing away. "I'm your only 'friend' now. Scar-head is gone. And the Weasels, or whatever, they're not real friends. You're under my power now," he remarked. Hermione screamed. She ran, but Draco seemed to clone himself ten times and surrounded her.
"Hermione! Wake up! Snap out of it, Hermione!" a voice shouted frantically. Hermione moaned, the sweat visible on her forehead. "Hermione!" Draco yelled again urgently.
Hermione's eyes opened slowly, and then bulged open at the sight of him. She shrieked. "Get away from me!" Hermione yelled. She flinched at his touch. Draco slowly backed up.
"Hermoine, calm down. You were, I dunno, having a nightmare or something. I woke up when you screamed, and I was… well, worried," he admitted. Hermione blinked. She shuddered as Harry's face burst into her mind.
"I need to talk to Harry," she blurted. Draco raised an eyebrow. "Now," Hermione added sternly. He checked his watch.
"Granger, it's 2:30 in the morning. Potter probably isn't awake," he reminded her. Hermione narrowed her eyes. Draco sighed. "Fine. I'll get him. But don't expect me to talk to him for you. And I'm not promising he'll come."
Hermione sat on her bed, waiting patiently as Draco left. She stared at the wall. I'm crazy. After what happened, Harry won't want to talk to me. He probably hates me right now.
When Draco didn't return after fifteen minutes, Hermione started to get worried. It took two minutes to get to the Gryffindor common room. The head boy and girl were allowed to enter any common room. Why hadn't he come back yet?
Ten minutes later, Draco appeared at the door. He had a shiner and a bloody nose. There were a few cuts and bruises on his face. Wincing, he hobbled into the room.
"Oh my God! Draco! What happened!" Hermione screeched, scrambling over to take a look at the injuries. Draco moaned slightly in pain.
"I tried. Potter refused to… to talk… I… I insisted… Ron, Seamus… and Dean and… Nevile… attacked me… on Potter's order," he managed to choke out. Hermione looked horrified. She flicked her wand and the cuts started to disappear slowly, as if dissolving into his skin.
"This is going to hurt, but I think you might have twisted your ankle. I'm going to see what I can do," Hermione said. Draco scowled. "Eldredo sererve," she murmured. A bright light formed from her wand, shining over Draco's ankle. Draco watched in agony as the light turned green.
"Yep. You twisted it," Hermione concluded. "Detera cast." A cast formed around Draco's ankle. Draco scowled again. "I can't really do anything about the bruises. Sorry," she apologized, glancing up at him. She found herself mesmerized by his blue eyes, which surprised her. Normally, he had cold, gray eyes.
She found herself leaning in towards him. His lips pressed against hers gently. Hermione pushed against his chest to hold herself up; they fell down onto the bed. Draco pinned her arms down and began to kiss her harder, wanting more. She wrapped her legs around his waist and greedily rubbed his back.
Hermione pulled away quickly. She stared into his eyes, terrified about what she had just done. Embarrassed, she leapt up and tried to leave, but Draco caught onto her arm. He hesitated.
"Hermione, sit down." Hermione reluctantly sat down next to him, but refused to look into his eye. "Listen. I know that there is something going on between us. Obviously, there's something besides hate that we're experiencing. So, I think we shold stop… being enemies… Secretly, of course," Draco hastily added.
"So, you mean, be friendly behind other people's backs?" Hermione clarified. Draco bit his lower lip and nodded uncertainly. "I… Sure. I never really liked having an enemy anyways," she confessed.
Draco let out a sigh, and then stiffened. "Right. Okay. Well, I'll… see you later then?" he lamely finished. Hermione nodded. Draco eyed her bed, wanting to lie down next to her and sleep there, but she didn't catch on.
"All right. Good night," she said, smiling at him. Draco got up and limped into his room. Once inside, he grinned a pleasant grin for the first time.
A/N: Okay, so it was really cheesy, but bear with me! I realized that my story doesn't have many exciting events, so I was wondering if you had any suggestions of what could happen.
