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Recap: "Why did you drown yourself back there?" Draco asked, steadying his voice as he did.

Looking at him, "I wanted to remember," Hermione answered softly.

--What would she want to remember by drowning herself?--He thought angrily.

"Remember what?" Draco asked, as his patience slowly wore thin

It took Hermione some time for her to answer him.

"How I died." She whispered.

Draco blinked once as he tried to register what she had just said.

The anger that had just boiled inside of Draco a moment ago now vanished.

He then blinked once more to see if he had been dreaming.

It didn't seem so.

Letting what she had just said sink in, Draco asked "What do you mean you died?"

Hermione didn't answer him.

"Granger, what do you mean you died?" Draco said loudly, grabbing her attention.

Hermione just looked away, staring at a spot on the floor.

Draco was about to grab her shoulders and shake her out of her reverie when he thought that wouldn't be a good idea, considering the current situation.

Draco then slowly realized why she didn't want to answer him.

One, he was probably rushing her into things that she clearly didn't want to discuss at the moment.

Secondly, maybe Hermione didn't want to talk to 'him', Draco Malfoy.

Seven years of angry bickering, meaningless quarrels and worthless fights.

Two different worlds, different beliefs, and both sharing the same opinion upon each other.

--Of course-- Draco thought --That had to be the reason.--

Draco watched as Hermione glanced at everything except him, Draco then heard the continuing sound upon their abused entranced door.

--Maybe she'll be more comfortable around the people that she knows, trust, and…love.--

"Perhaps, I should just let your friends in" Draco said. "Potter and Weasley were already wasting their breath fifteen minutes ago."

As Draco got up and was about to make his way to the door, Hermione reached out and grabbed his hand.

Draco stopped in his tracks.

"Don't" Replied Hermione softly.

As Draco turned to look at her, Hermione looked away.

Draco then felt Hermione's weak grasp slipping away from him.

"Hermione please let us in." Said Ron.

Draco glanced at the entrance door.

"Are you alright in there, 'Mione?" Asked Harry

Draco looked at the Head Girl once more. She continued staring at the floor, biting the corner of her mouth as she did so.

What was happening to him? Already had Draco saved Hermione's life-twice without even considering it, already had he been worried about her, and now, here he was listening to her.

"Then it'd be best if you got out of those clothes and warm yourself up, I don't think McGonagall would want her top student to suddenly fall ill." He said without looking at her.

Before going up into his room, Draco repaired the bathroom door.

Closing the door to his room, Draco removed his shirt and sat at the edge of his bed.

In a few moments later, he heard Hermione make her way into her own room and slowly close the door.

Draco lied down on his bed and sighed.

--Bath would have to wait.--

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The next day, Draco got up really early and decided to take a warm shower. --It's a good thing I have more than one towel.--

After Draco changed into newer clothes, he came down to the common room and sat on the armchair.

--What would she mean by dying? She's perfectly alive and here at this moment. I had after all saved her life, twice-- Draco thought.

Lightmovements could be heard in Hermione's room. Hermione then stepped out of it with a towel in her hand.

Draco watched her as she walked down her stairs.

He then remembered the fleeting image of her when they were still in their fourth year. --The Yule Ball--

Draco remembered how beautiful Hermione looked when they were outside the Great Hall, her sleek and shiny hair in an elegant bun. Her body clothed in a wonderful periwinkle dress. He then remembered seeing her smile and seeing her perfectly shaped teeth, that he noted she had managed to make smaller.

Draco finally remembered seeing her arm linked to the Bulgarian's Quidditch seeker, Viktor Krum.

Draco then wondered if they are still seeing each other.

Draco snapped out of his memory looked at Hermione who was standing in front of him.

"Malfoy, I just wanted to say thank you for the towel last night" Said Hermione as she handed his towel to him.

Taking his towel, Draco asked "So you think you would have been better off dead in your watery grave?"

Of course, Draco only wanted her to say thank you for saving her life, twice.

Hermione frowned for a minute before answering, "I knew what I was doing, Malfoy."

"What would that mean, Granger?" The Slytherin asked.

"It means, Malfoy that I fully knew what I was doing and I did not intend on dying." Hermione answered.

Draco now stood up from his seat.

"So what did you mean about you wanting yourself to remember how you died?" Draco asked.

"I figured out that I died, but I'm not sure when." Hermione answered.

"Of course you're not sure, Granger!" Draco said, almost shouting. "You never died before!"

--Merlin!--

"Then how would you explain me not remember knowing what happened a week back?" Hermione asked, keeping her tone surprisingly calm.

--How stubborn could someone get?--

"You probably hit your head or something." Draco answered, lowering his voice.

"That was what everybody said." Hermione said, looking away. "I somehow feel that there is more than that."

Draco then realized, that he also wondered the same thing a few days back.

Draco didn't reply.

--This doesn't make sense-- Draco thought

How could things make sense for Draco at the moment; both Hermione and him stood so close, Draco could practically smell her light perfume fragrance until it made his head spin.

Surely he wasn't thinking correctly, in fact, Draco Malfoy wasn't thinking at all. All the Slytherin cared about now was that he was standing so close towards a Gryffindor Head Girl, and just be blindly mesmerized.

Just as Hermione turned her head to looked up at him, Draco felt his breath catch in his throat.

"Granger, I..." Draco began hoarsely. Just then, someone outside their common room knew the password, entered.

"Ah, Miss Hermione, Professor McGonagall is looking for you. She said she wanted you to help her in something right away. She's waiting in her quarters; I think it'd best if you were to go see her right away." Said Dumbledore as he entered the common room and saw the two.

"Yes, Professor." Replied the Head Girl and quickly went out of the common room without such as a glance back.

The old Professor waited as soon as Hermione got out before facing the Head Boy.

"I'm sorry, was I interrupting something?" Dumbledore asked innocently.

Draco seemed to be himself once more as he cleared his throat, clearing the passageways free of 'her'.

"No." Draco answered "No you weren't, Professor. Granger and I were just measuring each others height." The Slytherin lied.

It was a terrible lie for a Slytherin to choose, both Draco and Dumbledore knew it.

Dumbledore nodded.

"It's good to hear the Head Boy and Head Girl are tolerating each other." Dumbledore said softly.

--How ironic--

"Well, if you're not too busy, I would like you to patrol the ninth floor. I hear Peeves is up to no good again." Dumbledore said. "Argus is trying to clean the last mess Peeves made on that floor. I only figured it would be best if you were to accompany him until he cleans the mess up."

"I heard you're the only one who Peeves is scared of besides the Bloody Baron" Added the professor.

"Of course, Professor Dumbledore" Replied the Head Boy, and with that, Draco left for the ninth floor.

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