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A/N: My attempt at chapter two.

Hermione was bored out of her mind. For most people, that is not unusual. All it takes is one class with a particularly awful teacher, or a very slow book that they have to read. But Hermione wasn't like that. She'd run out of books, and the library was closed due to the special wizard holiday. That she wasn't celebrating.

She wasn't sure how it had worked out that Harry had been invited to the Weasley's and she hadn't, but that's how it was. What's worse, the holiday had lasted an entire week. The boys, and the rest of the school, were coming back on Sunday. She was lucky that there had been a back-up librarian, but that had only lasted a few days.

She realized that today would be the only Friday in months that she hadn't eaten dinner with Malfoy. It was strange, because she was beginning to look forward to them. It was good food; better even, than the food in the great hall. What's more, she didn't have to sit through Lavender and Parvati's giggling, or console Neville, or do what ever was expected of her.

Of course, it was still Malfoy.

But it had been lonely the past week, because every mouthful she chewed seemed to echo through the hall. Maybe she'd still get the food upstairs, even though Malfoy wasn't there.

Malfoy's room had to have books too. Hers had, at the beginning of the year, and then she added to the bookshelves. Wouldn't he have books as well? She jumped up, eager to find new reading material.

She quietly opened his door, though she didn't know why she felt the need. She peered around at the dim surroundings, trying to let her eyes adjust. Then she saw the bookshelf. It was even more packed than hers, and extra shelves had been added. There were even a few copies of wizarding magazines and newspapers.

She grinned, and began crossing the room. It was odd, she thought, that she didn't really feel like an intruder. But she really was quite bored.

Then there came a faint shuffling noise from the bed. Hermione froze in shock.

She slowly swiveled her head over. Malfoy was lying on the bed, blankets down around his waist. Shirtless. Hermione blushed, even though no one was there to see. She stood in the middle of his room, halfway between the books and the common room.

Books, she decided, were more important. She managed to get across the floor quietly, since it was carpeted and she was wearing socks. But when she got to the shelves, she found the books were a little hard to retrieve.

There wasn't a spell on them, after all, who else would try and steal his books? But there were so many, so tightly packed together, that they were stuck. Hermione was at a loss. She yanked and pulled and grabbed and poked. Unfortunately, there were no spells that she knew for this sort of thing, perhaps at all.

Then the unthinkable happened. Well, two unthinkable things happened, actually, but we'll start with the first. She managed to yank out a book, and none of the others fell or made any noise at all.

Except, she just had to show her happiness by saying "YES!" in quite a loud voice.

Then, and I suppose this could be the third unthinkable thing, Draco Malfoy woke up.

And found Hermione Granger in his room, wearing a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, and dancing around because of a book in her hand…..

Needless to say, he was incredibly surprised.

"What are you doing here?" They asked in unison.

"It is my room," he replied, recovering from his shock and smirking.

"I meant at Hogwarts," she replied smoothly. All she really wanted to do was avoid him for the rest of her life, but she knew she would never live it down. Heck, she probably wouldn't live it down this way either.

"I'm here because my family traipsed off somewhere last Friday for the holiday. And now, why are you here? As in, in my room?"

Hermione shifted uncomfortably. "I wanted a book."

"So?"

"I ran out of books to read, and the library's closed. I assumed you weren't here since I hadn't seen you, and decided it wouldn't hurt to just borrow a book."

"I see," he replied. "What time is it?"

"Nearly eleven."

"Good. I'll be out in a bit for lunch." And he shooed her away with a hand. "Make me a sandwich, woman." She smacked him, and stalked out of the room.

When she finally stopped seething and settled down, she actually looked at the book that had caused so much trouble.

It was clearly a muggle book, and it was even one she recognized. "A Town Like Alice."

She sat down to read, and was fifty pages in by the time Malfoy strode out of his room. "Didn't you order?" He asked, irritably.

She shook her head, and sat down beside her.

"You should have," he said.

"No. You can order today. I'm engrossed in the muggle book."

He scowled at her, but ordered two sets of sandwiches and soup. He sat beside her on the couch. She glanced over at him. She had to admit, he wasn't bad looking. She might even have been attracted to him if he wasn't such a jackass.

He was still scowling, after all.

She turned back to her book. He shuffled, taping his fingers on the wooden arm of the couch and his foot on the floor. She ignored it for as long as she could, but ended up whacking him over the head with the book.

"As if smacking me wasn't enough."

"As if ordering me around wasn't enough." They glared at each other. There was a loud pop, and they glanced over at the food cart.

She folded down the corner of the page she was on, and walked up to the small trolley. She looked back at Malfoy.

He looked like he needed air. She raised her eyebrows at him.

"My-my- my book," he finished faintly, his usual smirk replaced by a look of sincere shock. Hermione laughed.

"It'll be OK. I promise. It won't crumple."

"You don't just do that to books!" He said, throwing his arms up and coming closer to her.

Hermione gave a small snort, but in a very refined way. "I just did." She turned to his outraged expression. "What are you going to do, Malfoy? Fight me?"

"Maybe I will," he replied, giving her a small push.

She pushed him back, harder. "Didn't your mother teach you your manners?"

"I wouldn't waste them on you."

"Asshole."

"Bitch." Each word was punctuated by a push.

"Git."

He laughed. "How did you move down form swearing?"

"I hate you."

"Good. Pass me my soup, woman." He was looking down his nose at her, and Hermione had a brain wave.

"Sure." She replied, almost managing to sound real. She reached for a bowl of soup, and quickly polished a spoon on her skirt. He watched her, amazed but satisfied. She handed him the soup bowl, but held on as he reached for it.

"Give it." She smiled, and closed the space between them.

"I could feed it to you." He gulped. Hermione barely contained her laughter. A nervous Malfoy was a funny sight indeed.

"Sure." He replied, his confidence coming back. She had to be planning something. Then, suddenly, as if she'd read his mind, she dumped the soup down his pants. He stared after her as she stalked to her room.

He would find a way to get her back.

A/N: Tell me what you think, I live for reviews. Also, I'm doing my best to keep them in character….Honest. I'm not quite sure what my idea for this is. This is why I ask you people….