Draco stood there in shock and quickly took Hermione's... advice. If he could call it that. Once he was finished he put on a pair of blue and green plaid pajama bottoms and entered the Common Room. Hermione wasn't there anymore and he suspected she had already gone to bed.

He sat down in a green and gold embroidered arm chair and stared at the floor. He hated her, but there was something that lit up inside him when she touched him or looked at him. When their eyes met in the train station it felt like he couldn't breathe. When she fell on top of him in the car, he could smell the scent of her hair and almost taste her skin. When she kissed him just an hour before they both knew what happened but his heart skipped a beat and his hands went numb. He had never been kissed like that. He supposed he had but it never felt as intense. Or made him loose his breath. He had never had a kiss so intense that he went numb.

He stood up and started pacing the room. He wanted to kiss her again. But he didn't want to touch her ever again. He wanted to hold her in his arms but he wanted to put her on the other side of the world. He wanted to throw her into bed and have her for the rest of forever. But, he wanted to burn himself for even thinking such things.

He turned and hit a pillow on the sofa with all his strength. The pillow exploded and a shower of feathers rained down on him. With a wave of his wand he repaired the pillow and went back to pacing. He was so confused about what was going through his mind and everything his body yearned for.

But when it all boiled down to it, she was still a mudblood. She always would be. He couldn't like a mudblood. He was a pure-blood. More than that, he was a Malfoy. And no Malfoy would ever like a mudblood. Period.

Draco looked at his watch. It was past midnight. He suddenly realized how tired he was and headed into his dormitory. As he closed the drapes around his bed and closed his eyes, his dreams were of a beautiful girl with long brown hair and innocent chocolate brown eyes.

Hermione was lying in bed reading when she heard an explosion. She opened her door a crack and saw that Draco had just hit a pillow and feathers were everywhere in the room. She watched him repair the pillow and closed the door. Sitting back down on the bed she remembered what she had done to him. Oh, how she wanted to be back into him embrace. Pulled up in his arms. His mouth to hers. She wanted him to push her into a bedroom and keep her for the rest of their lives.

She mentally slapped herself. Thinking that was wrong. Draco Malfoy hated her. They hated each other. They were worst enemies. Thinking anywhere along those lines was like breaking some sort of code. Like going up to him and saying, "I hate you but would you fuck me please?" She smiled to herself thinking about what it would be like if she actually said that to him. He would probably think she was crazy, and then tease her. But if he actually went along with it... Oh what ecstasy it would be.

She sighed falling back onto the bed. Savoring the thoughts of what could never be. She knew why it never could be. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. A pureblood and a mudblood. A Draco and a Hermione. It would just never work. No matter what. They both may have been Head's and they both may have been smartest in their class. It didn't matter. It never would. They were enemies and that's all that would ever matter.

She tried to read again but the sweet thoughts of the ecstasy that could never be kept flooding her mind. She closed the book and stood up again. The huge t-shirt she had put on after the bathroom fiasco hung down barely showing the boxers she was wearing. Her fluffy, mint green slippers cuddled her feet on the stone floors. She moved to the window and sat down on the ledge. Opening the window a gentle breeze grazed her legs and pushed back her hair.

She gazed out at the grounds below. She could see everything from her position at the window. Hagrid was outside his hut preparing what ever frightening thing would be his lesson the next day. A snowy white owl flew out of the Owlery; Hedwig. She smiled at the thought of her friends, wishing that she could be in the Gryffindor Common Room with them. She loved being Head Girl and didn't mind living with Draco. But life was going to be very boring without them around to talk to and to help with their homework. It was her last year to be with them. In the next year she would be going to open an agency for the misguided and mistreated, and Harry and Ron...They'd be starting their training as Aurors. They wouldn't see each other much anymore. Every once-in-a-while if they were lucky. As often as they had made her cry or she had gotten mad at them, they were her best friends and she would miss them.

Moving back to her bed she closed the drapes around it and fell back onto her pillow. She extinguished the candles around her and plunged into total darkness. Her eyes flickered closed and she fell asleep. The world around her dissipated away. And she was left with dreams of what could never be.

A/N: Sorry it's so short this time. It'll be better next time. Give me some time and I'll get it up! Hope you're enjoying it, R/R