Draco bent down and got a bar of soap and started to wash his face with the suds. Little did he know, Hermione crept into the bathroom and looked around to see if Draco's clothes, towels, and wand were. When she saw Draco's fogged up body, she blushed and turned away and continued on her mission. She spotted Draco's clothes just a few feet away from her. She dashed silently and quickly towards the clothes and grabbed them. She searched inside his robe pockets and found his wand. It had his name engraved in it. She looked around and saw fluffy green and red towels in a neat stack near the shower. Draco turned off the water and Hermione quickly dashed near the shower and got all of the towels. Then she ran towards her room, opened the door, and then slammed it shut.

"Someone's angry," Draco thought and walked out of the shower. He walked towards the bathroom sink and placed his hands on the white marble. He looked down and saw that his clothes weren't there. He looked around everywhere and then spotted that the towels were gone that was right next to the shower. He walked towards the shower but tripped slightly on a towel. He looked down and saw there was a small towel that had green and red stripes. He opened the door slightly ajar and looked around to see if Hermione was walking around. Then he remembered that Hermione slammed her door. Then he thought," Maybe Hermione took my clothes. But if she did, wouldn't I know?" Draco closed the door and rapidly tied the towel around his waist and went out the door and knocked on Hermione's door.

"Who is it?" Hermione answered sweetly while sitting on Draco's clothes, wand, and towels that were under her pillows.

"It's the Grim Reaper. Just open the fucking door!" Draco's voice dripped with sarcasm but slowly went into a yell.

"Fine, it's open," Hermione said with a flick of her wand.

Draco opened the door and looked around her room. Hermione gasped and said while covering her eyes but still peeking a little," You know you could just walk in with clothes. I'd appreciate if you had clothes right now."

"Well, I'm sorry!" Draco snapped," fork over the clothes. NOW."

"What do you ever mean?" Hermione sweetly said.

"Give me everything that you took from me," Draco said containing his anger.

Hermione opened her hands and shook her head. "Damn it woman! Give me my clothes!" Draco yelled while water was dripping from his hair and body. (A/N: SIGH) Hermione looked at Draco's face and looked down slowly admiring every part of him.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Draco said.

Hermione blushed and turned her face away but replied," I'm still not giving you your clothes OR towel. You'll just have to ....... stay in your room ... forever. Everybody would rejoice and say 'yeah Draco can't come out of his room because he's naked.'" Hermione said with sarcasm.

Draco glared at Hermione even though she couldn't see him, but she definitely felt the glare. "Oh, don't worry, I'd walk out naked. Girls wouldn't mind, maybe some guys won't either."

Hermione questioned," What! You mean, there are.... g-g-gay guys in school?" (A/N: No offense to gay guys and lesbians out there!)

"You didn't know? I had to deal with them after quiddtich. I hear that Harry's one," Draco grimaced with disgust," who would think. Golden Boy, is gay. And guess who he's with?"

Hermione was on the edge of her bed. "Who is it? Please tell me?!"

Draco glared at Hermione for a second then softened his gaze. "If you give me my clothes back and towel I'll tell you. Which is later, maybe meaning never, but give me my clothes back. Now?!" He shivered; Hermione noticed that his lips were slightly tinted with blue. She stood up from her bed and grabbed his clothes and towel. She walked up to him and handed them to him.

"Turn around, I'm going to change in here, too cold outside," Draco said while motioning Hermione to turn around. Hermione questioned," You could run over to your room, besides this is MY ROOM?" Even though she was still arguing with him, she turned around. Draco tightened the towel and placed a knot in it. He threw his pants, boxer, and towel on one of the red chairs that was close to him. He pulled over a collarless polo black tee that was loose, he grabbed his boxer and pulled it up underneath the towel, just incase. He unwrapped the towel that was securely fastened and flung it over to the red chair. He grabbed his pants and lifted his right leg and placed it in the leg hole and did the same with his left. The pants were soft and fuzzy and gray, nearly the same color as his eyes.

"Turn around Granger, I'm done changing," Draco said while grabbing the bigger towel and started to dry his silvery-blonde hair. Hermione slowly turned around; she still noticed that Draco had blue lips.

"Malfoy, your lips are blue."

Draco shrugged while drying his hair still. Hermione walked up to him leaving a small space between them. She raised her hand and placed her palm on Draco's forehead, it was extremely hot.

"Draco," she whispered," I think you have a cold." She grabbed the towel that Draco had in his hand; she then grabbed his hand and led him over to her bed. "Lay down in the bed, I'll go get some cold towels to put on your forehead." Draco did as he was told, and looked at Hermione in fascination. Nobody cared for him if he had a cold forehead or a hot forehead. Hermione started to walk out of her room to the bathroom, but turned around and looked at him and said, "Get in the covers, its warmer."

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Hermione went to the bathroom and grabbed one of the red towels that were stacked nearly near her part of the sink. She quickly grabbed the smallest one stacked on the top. She turned on the facet that was tinged slightly light blue. She left the water running, threw the towel right next to the sink and went towards the cabinets. She opened them up and started to rummage to find a small iron pot. She didn't succeed; she thought for a moment and went towards her room to get her wand. She briskly walked towards her nightstand next to the bed. She slowly picked up her wand while looking at Draco, he had short uneven breaths. She pushed back his blonde bangs and placed her hand on his forehead. He grumbled, "its cold," and went back to sleep. His forehead was extremely hotter than before, she grew worried, and she rushed back to the bathroom with her wand at hand. She casted a spell to create a small pot, she picked up the pot and placed it under the running water. She waited just a few seconds till the water reached about three fourths of the way up. Hermione grabbed the towel and threw it in the pot and walked towards her room. She placed the water filled pot besides the bed. Hermione walked towards one of the simple chairs with the red satin cushioned chair and dragged it over to the bedside. She bent down to grab the pot; she placed it on the chair and then sat next to Draco on her bed. She reached over to the pot and lifted the red towel carefully and wrung the water out. She folded it inside the pot into a small rectangular figure. She leaned over and once again pushed Draco's strands of hair on his forehead, and then she placed the cold towel onto his forehead. She slowly got up but Draco grumbled and moved towards Hermione and grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him on the bed. Hermione was caught by surprise and yelped. Draco snuggled next to Hermione and mumbled," Don't leave me." Hermione sighed and wondered whether he was awake or asleep, but then she just concluded that he was in a sick mind and didn't know what he was doing. So she got in the covers, more likely she had to convince Draco that she was just going under the covers because he had his arms around her. He agreed and she went inside the cover, he moved closer to her. Hermione thought," His body's extremely hot. I wonder how sick he is." hahah readers.. I mean like.. the heat from the sun kind of hot.. not the body IS hot.. but.. it is hot.. hahah... both hots...

"Draco?" she whispered.

She got a groan for an answer.

"I think we need to take you to the hospital wing."

Draco shook his head.

"Yes, we need to go the hospital wing, if I'd known you were so prone to getting sick, I would've given your clothes. I was just joking around with you."

She finally got an answer from him," I know."

Hermione looked up and found Draco looking straight ahead to the other side of the wall.
"But you don't want to go to hospital wing?"

"No."

"Your cold's just going to get worse."

"Then let it get worse."

"Why?"

"I don't feel like living or anything right now."

"Why? You looked fine before this all happened."

"Repeat that."

Hermione repeated," Why? You looked-"

"Stop," Draco interrupted. "I looked."

"Oh."

"Tell me, I might be able to help."

"It's long."

"Well, if you won't get up, it's going to be a long night."

Draco thought for a moment and agreed.

"My life's a living hell."

"I thought it was perfect. Your father, a rich man, your mum.. like a trophy for your father, you .. the perfect son they wanted. Great grades..and... more" Hermione said.

He lifted one eyebrow when he heard and more but didn't mention anything and continued. He scoffed," You think my life's perfect? The way you see our family is the way my dad wants everyone to see it, but at home." He paused.

Hermione said," At your home....."

Draco sighed," At home, he casts crucio curses to anyone who disobeys him. Mum, ... poor mum, father gets mad very easily, and she has to deal with him at night. Screaming and yelling, curses being shot around everywhere. Her getting beating up by my bloody father. He isn't even a father. Now he's forcing me to get the dark mark? Who the hell would want their skin marked of that rubbish?! Crazy lunatics like my father."
Draco started to shake with anger. Hermione placed her hand on his chest," Calm down, this might be the easiest way for you to become better with all the stress. Keep going."

Draco looked down at Hermione. "She looks so sweet, only if she wasn't a mudblood," he thought to himself," no, I don't care if she is or not. She has a good hear though, but of course.. as always."

Hermione looked up when he looked down at her. "His eyes are so forbidden with his emotions raging inside. Dark shades of blue and silver mixed in together, fighting for dominance," she thought.

Draco softened his gaze.

"Now, this is the real him," Hermione thought to herself when Draco did softened his gaze.

"Draco, do continue."

He sighed, and said," Can't we go and get something to eat?"

Hermione looked at him with a coy smile," Who's the guy who said you didn't want to go anywhere?"
"I said I didn't want to go the hospital wing. BIG difference," Draco smartly said and got up from the bed. He held out his hand for Hermione to reach and grab. She grabbed his hand gently and got up. It was cool and welcoming, his hands were.

"I wonder if you're feeling better," Hermione said while reaching Draco's forehead while standing on her toes. His forehead was slightly hot. "You're getting better."

"That's because I have a wonderful doctor," Draco thought," You make me feel better when I talk to you about these things."

She held out her hand, Draco cautiously grabbed it. "Let's go down to the Great Hall?"

Draco nodded and walked off to the door, hand in hand.