Draco's POV

I like my room. It's not too shabby. There's a king sized bed with green satin sheets and black posts. The walls were black with silver flames all over them. There was a walk-in closet and a balcony. 'Its not too bad.' I thought.

I wake up to the sound of running water. I get out of bed, grab my clothes and walk out of my bedroom down the stairs to the right where the bathroom was. The bathroom consisted of a shower, tub, and toilet and sink. I was surprised to find (last night) that my bathroom in my room had only a toilet and sink. Which meant Hermione and I would have to share the shower. I walk into the bathroom only to find Hermione getting out of the shower. 'Wow! Nice body. Great curves!' I thought. 'No, bad…ugh! I do not like her let alone her figure!'

"AHHHH! GET OUT NOW!" Hermione screamed as soon as she found me in the bathroom.

"No, you've had your time so let me shower and you get out!" I said, smirking.

I finished my morning ritual, which was: shower, dress, eat, and get as far away from granger as possible. The latter did not happen since it was a weekend and there was no Hogsmeade trip, which meant a whole weekend locked in our dorms together. Great…Just what I needed. Sarcastic

"Why can't I get out of the dorm? What the hell is going on? Did you plan this?" Hermione said, anger evident in her voice.

"McGonagall told us that on weekends there is no Hogsmeade we're locked in here!" I said, smirking. I love to see her pissed, it's so funny.

"Great! Just great! I'm stuck here with Malfoy! Bloody flipping GREAT! What are we going to do? No, I know what I'm going to do…I'm going to go to my bloody room and pray." With that, Hermione stomped off to her room mumbling the whole way up the stairs.

"Oh! By the way Hermione, you're going up the wrong set of stairs." I said, smirking. Hermione grumbled and turned around, went down the stairs and up the other set.

"What's the matter granger? You seem irritated." I said, laughing my arse off.

'It's been five hours since I've seen her! She must be hungry.' I thought.

I went into the kitchen and made spaghetti with garlic bread. I put some on a tray to bring up to her. I knocked on her door and waited as I heard her grumbling and trudging to the door.

"What do you want Malfoy?" she said.

"I just thought you'd be hungry, but if you're not then I'll just take it back downstairs…" I said, turning around to walk away.

"No. Come back here. I am hungry. If you want you can bring your food and eat up here, too."

"Ok. Oh, and you're welcome Granger." I smirked at her. I do love to see her pissed off.

"Thank you," she said with a sarcastic hint.

"Well, I'll go get my food. Do you want something to drink?" I offered.

"Butterbeer, if you please," she said.

I went and got my food and our drinks. I walked in her open doorway to find her praying. 'She is so beautiful!' I thought.

I have had a crush on her since our third year when she slapped me. It made me think much more highly of her.

"Are you just going to stare or are you coming over here?" Hermione said, startling me out of my thoughts.

"I'm coming," I said.

We sat down at a small table that Hermione conjured up.

"So…explain to me the Goddess and the God, please. I don't know all I just know the religion," I said.

"Well, the Goddess is the mother. She is divine, holy. She protects her children. She…watches us, creates our destiny. The priestesses used to praise and worship, while the High Priestess did the same, she was the 'Chosen', to talk to the Goddess. The Goddess spoke through her." Hermione stopped.

"What's the matter?" I asked her.

"I was just wondering if the Goddess would ever be seen or heard of again." Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Well…what about the God? What is he?" I asked.

"The God is…well, you know him. He is the father, Merlin, as you know him. He creates life, takes life; he is our father as much as the Goddess is our Mother. All of the religions you've heard of always have a father. But in this religion, the Mother is more heard of. A long time ago when they had big groups of followers, Druids, actually, and big places for the priestesses, the Druids followed the High Priestess, but always there were crooked Druid Priests. Then Christianity came and the religion wasn't heard of." Hermione said.

"So how did you find it?" I said.

"Well…I never believed in God. I always believed in a Mother and Father. So, like always, I researched for weeks trying to find the religion I believed in. I found something on the interned that interested me and I looked up the person, who set it up. That's how I met Lhiann. She is blood kin to one of the ancients. To a High Priestess from Egypt. Lhiann told me that this religion was all over Europe before the Romans took control. I just don't know why the religion died." Hermione said. 'She is so beautiful,' I thought. Without thinking I leaned in and kissed her. At that time she did the same.

The kiss was passionate. It was over in such a short time, that I didn't even believe it had happened.

"That didn't happen. It didn't happen!" Hermione said.

"Why not?" I asked, confused.

"Because…you don't like me…and I…hate you!" What?

"No, you don't. And yes I do. Since our third year," I replied.

The look on Hermione's face said I should have left well enough alone. So without a word, and with a broken heart I left. I walked to my room, slowly, hoping she'd want me to come back. She never did. So I went to my room, changed into nothing but boxers and went to sleep.

She ignored me the next day. Came out only to get a shower or for something to eat or drink.

I guess I did what a coward would do and left her alone, hoping she would come and talk to me. She never did.