a/n I am SO sorry that this took to long, and that it's no ver long, I promise that the next will be longer! Please review!

Hermione's POV

Hermione woke up and felt her dog laying on her bed, so she moved in closer to him to get a little warmer.

But it was when her "dog" put his "paw" on her chest, that she realized it wasn't her dog, and so she leapt back.

"MALFOY!" she yelled, enraged that he just touched her.

He just lay there smirking.

"You can't yell at me, Granger, you're the one who came to me."

"I didn't think it was you! My mind was so traumatized by last night, that it just…. Wiped you out! I wish it was real, too."

"Ah, Granger. You don't mean that…" and Malfoy actually looked a little hurt.

"Humph. Well… I'm going to go take a shower. You can go after me." And so she marched off to the bathroom.

"Hold up, Granger!" and he jumped out of bed to follow Hermione.

Oh God, he's in his underwear! HERMIONE! SHUT UP! This is MALFOY! …But a very, very HOT Malfoy… shut up brain!

"Granger, the number one rule for this ear, is that I ALWAYS shower first."

She just stared at him.

"Says who? Says you? I don't think so. You can go first tomorrow- we can trade. But I called today. Get used to loosing, Malfoy, because there's going to be a lot of it for you this year," and then Hermione walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

How long can I go without trying to kiss him? I HATE HIM! And that was that. Hermione made it firm in her mind that the boy she was living with, was NOT a suitable partner.

Draco's POV

I TOUCHED HER! I TOUCHED HER!

Hermione's POV

Hermione plunked down on the bench across from Harry and Ron at Gryffindor Table.

"So… who is it?" Ron asked. "Who is head boy?"

Hermione just stared at him- unable to believe that someone could be so happy.

"Him," was all she said.

"Hermione, we might know almost everything that goes though your mind, but I don't believe we're following…" Harry told her.

"Malfoy," Hermione said back, staring off in space, and then an angry look came over her face.

"And that filthy little weasel TOUCHED me this morning!" she screeched.

"Where?" Ron asked, sounding a little angry. "Where did he touch you?"

"THERE!" Hermione yelled though clenched teeth, pointed at her chest.

"THERE!" Ron yelled back.

"Yes, THERE, Ronald! THERE!" Hermione answer tensely.

"I'll bloody kill him!" Ron jumped up from the table and walked over to the Slytherins, Harry hot on his heels.

"Ron, I'm not sure if this is very wise… I mean, Malfoy IS surrounded by al of those big hulky people… Yeah Ron, this is dumb. We can corner him later," Harry suggested.

"No, Harry. He touched Hermione. That's not cool. I want EVERYone to see what kind of a he is."

When Ron reached the Slytherin table, he didn't even bother to greet anyone, just punched Malfoy as he was turning to get up.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER AGAIN, MALFOY! YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO THAT! IF I EVER HEAR THAT YOU DO THAT AGAIN-"

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagle (I spelled it wrong, but I don't care!) asked, looking at Malfoy who was seething on the floor.

"Oh, nothing Professor. Malfoy and I were just talking," and then he walked back to Gryffindor Table, Harry running after him.