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A/N: Notice how much longer this chapter is compared to the others! Also, special thanks to Groove624, Lexi, and Arialas for reviewing chapter two! First 5 people to review this chapter will get the next one dedicated to them! (Or, I might insert your Screen-name/Pen Name somewhere within the next story. That should be fun!) Hope you enjoy this chapter!
With her latest dream of kissing Draco, she actually felt tempted to brush her lips against his, but remembered all of it never really happened. Besides, what would Ron think?
"What're you staring at, Granger?" Draco sneered.
These words forced Hermione out of her thoughts and back to earth. She said nothing in reply since she didn't really hear what he said in the first place. When Draco stepped away, she sat on the right, next to the window with the other prefects.
As usual, they reviewed the same rules as last year to refresh their memories. All through the meeting, Hermione and Draco took turns staring at one another, trying to read their thoughts but getting nowhere. Relief flooded through Hermione when the meeting ended, and she could meet up with Harry.
"You were awfully silent in there, Hermione," Ron said as they left.
"I can't be quiet sometimes?"
"Ms. Know-It-All's style isn't being quiet," said a voice from behind. They didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
"Shut up, Malfoy," replied Ron.
Hermione didn't say anything of her own. She didn't need to. Ron always fought her battles.
Malfoy walked closer to Hermione to a point where she could feel his breath on her forehead. Throughout this, Hermione didn't say a word. She felt that she needed this to know if she actually felt anything towards him. All she felt was nerves, but that might just be the dream.
Ron watched all this, wondering why Hermione didn't back away or say anything. He didn't hurt Malfoy on the account of his curiosity. But, after a moment of them being so close, with their expressionless faces, Ron took Hermione's arm and glared at Draco, and left for Harry's compartment.
As Hermione sat next to the window, all she could think of was Draco's scent. He didn't smell bad at all. Just soap. It's good soap… She closed her eyes, imagining the smell of his soap in her head. She no longer denied that she might possibly like him. She just wondered if he liked her back.
Draco came to the familiar tree and held Hermione's hands in his own. Slowly, he bent down to kiss her under the soft sun. "We get to see each other everyday now," he whispered.
In response, Hermione nodded. "You smelled really good on the train yesterday, Draco. I wish Ron smelled like you. What soap do you use?"
"Naw, I can't tell you that, can I? If you can buy it yourself, you wouldn't need to go close to me anymore, and then where will we be?"
"I can't just come up and smell you anytime I like now, can I?" Hermione replied with slight sarcasm in her voice. "I don't see why we can't be together outside our dreams."
"My father will disown me if I date you," he said solemnly.
"Why?"
"Because you're muggleborn."
Draco's P.O.V.
Ding. Ding.
Smack.
Sodding alarm clock, thought Draco as he slowly pushed himself out of bed. First official day of school this morning, he yawned.
Hermione.
Draco closed his eyes, thoughts spinning around the muggleborn. What would life have been like if my family were blood-traitors like the Weasels? He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before opening his school trunk to take out his school uniform. Maybe I could do something to get her to like me? No… I can't just go up to her and start talking. Potty and Weasel will suspect… Maybe get her to warm up to the idea? But, how? Hmm… Love letters? Ugh, but it's so cheesy. He sighed. I think love letters are the only chance I've got.
Hermione's P.O.V.
What a long week! she thought, slamming her books on the nearest table, thus, startling Harry and Ron.
"You okay, Hermione?" asked Ron.
"Just a long week, that's all," she replied.
"You know… Some Hufflepuffs decided to throw a party in the Room of Requirement later this evening. Wanna go?"
"I don't know, Ron… I have so much homework."
"Do it tomorrow. It's Friday, for cryin' out loud!"
"Maybe," said Hermione, suppressing a yawn.
A look of longing crawled in Ron's eyes as Hermione went up to the girls' dormitory.
Hermione sat on her bed, reading a book for potions, her mind unable to focus. Maybe I do need to get out for a bit, she thought. Thoughtfully, she closed her book and stood in front of the one full-length mirror in their dorm and moaned. My hair… She ran to her nightside table and grabbed her wand, and with a quick wave, her hair came down in lovely curls.
After changing into some jeans and ablack t-shirt, she nearly jumped down the steps and ran out of the common room. In no time at all, she stood in front of the Room of Requirement. When the door opened, loud music screamed in her ears. Either this or homework, she thought. Time to go in…
With a deep breath, she stepped inside.
The room was dark, and Dean Thomas was the DJ! She laughed to herself, and her grin grew bigger as she saw the size of the room. Nice thinking to whoever imagined this place…
"Oh!" she shrieked. People were pushing and shoving, well, actually, dancing, but it kept pushing her until she fell into a closet. Another minute later, and someone else dropped in, and the door slammed shut. Hermione heard whoever it was try to open it, but without luck.
"Damn it!" he muttered. "Do you have a wand?" he asked when he finally saw her silhouette.
"Draco?"
"Oh, hello, Granger."
"Hi."
"So, do you have a wand?"
Hermione checked her pockets. "I think it fell out of my pocket from all the shoving."
"Me, too," he said, giving a sigh as he sat next to her. "I guess we're locked in until someone opens the door."
"Oh, let me try," she said, not wanting to seem eager to spend time with Draco. And, with no success, she went and sat across from Draco.
Minutes passed, and Hermione grew bored, letting out a sigh. Neither of them talked to each other. Honestly, what would they say?
"Bored, Granger?"
Hermione nodded, and realized he might not be able to see her that well, so then said, "Yes."
"I think I have something to make the time pass faster," said Draco, his voice showing a smile that Hermione thought would be apparent on Draco's face if she could see it.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Glad you asked," he said, reaching into his cloak and pulling out two small bottles. He then placed one in front of her.
Hermione took the bottle and opened it, sniffing it cautiously. "Is this alcohol?"
"What do you think?"
"We're not allowed—"
"Oh, c'mon, Granger. Live a little," he said.
"Okay. So, we're just going to get drunk together. That doesn't sound like much fun to me."
"No, you're not giving me a chance to explain! Have you ever heard of a game called 'I never?'"
Hermione shook her head.
"Basically, one person starts a sentence with 'I never…' and completes it with an action. If the other person has done it, they take a sip. If both people have done it, they both take sips. If no one's done it, no one takes a sip."
"Okay," said Hermione. "You start."
"I never kissed a guy."
Hermione looked at Draco a little funny, but took a drink anyway. Draco chuckled because it was obvious she hadn't drinken much alcohol before. But, then Draco did something Hermione didn't expect. He, too, took a drink. When he was done, he receieved a questioning look from Hermione. "I was drunk at the time. Your turn."
"I never… kissed a girl," Hermione said, smiling.
Of course, Draco took a long drink. Alcohol was always enjoyed by Draco, but drinking games just made them more entertaining. Then, he looked to Hermione to see if she would drink. Alas, she did not.
"I never stole anything from my parents," said Draco, wiggling his eyebrows in a humorous way. Hermione laughed a little, but shook her head, meaning that she never stole anything from her parents, but Draco did, so he drunk.
Hours later, the two were laughing at every "I never" statement, and sometimes drank even if they didn't do the actions.
"Your turn," giggled Draco, finally, leaning his head on Hermione's shoulder.
Hermione giggled a little with Draco, a wondering look forming in her eyes. "I never fell in love with my enemy."
Immediately, Draco brought the bottle to his lips, drinking long and hard.
Hermionegulped and said,"I think I've had enough to drink, Draco."