Well, I decided to update now, as I don't know exactly what I'm doing for New Years yet, and whether I'll be able to update tomorrow or the next day. So I do hope you can content yourselves with this. Thank you for the wonderful reviews in the last chapter, by the way. They were particularly touching. Enjoy!

Oh, and just to make sure everyone knows, I do not condone cheating, and I do hope this chapter does not come out sounding like Hermione is being unfaithful. Let's remember she isn't technically with Ron.


Chapter Seven: What else could it be?

Well it must've been hard, it must've been tough
Keeping up with crazy fools like us
'Cause it's so easy to fall apart
And we still break each other's heart sometimes
Spent some nights on the jagged side
Somehow we wake up in each other's arms


(Must've been)
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Watching over you and me
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Baby what else could it be?

-"Wild Angels": Martina McBride

The painting closed loudly, causing Hermione to open her eyes and blink. She didn't recognize where she was. Her sleepy eyes fluttered some more before she became aware of the arm slung over her stomach, and her back pulled tightly against someone's chest. Craning her neck, she glimpsed pale blonde hair and bit her lip, the night before hitting her in a sudden rush.

She almost squirmed away indignantly, planning on giving Malfoy a serious tongue-lashing when he mumbled something unintelligible, and pulled her closer, burying his nose in her hair. A smile appeared on the still tired girl's face, and she closed her eyes and prepared to fall back asleep. What had woken her up in the first place anyway?

"Hermione?" someone called from the common room.

"Now who could that be?" Hermione grumbled, gently disentangling herself from Draco without waking him up, and standing, straightening her clothes. She could see the scarf, sweater, socks, shoes, and skirt she'd worn the night before scattered in different places about the room, along with some of Malfoy's clothes. They hadn't done anything, but she remembered taking some clothes off because it was impractical to sleep in them.

Draco had just wanted to take some clothes off.

She left the clothes as she exited the room, stifling a yawn. A redheaded form with hands on hips met her. Hermione blinked a couple times, clearing her vision.

"Oh…hey Ginny. How'd you get in?"

Ginny smirked in return.

"Apollo was the only one in the painting and with some…persuasion, I got in easily without a password. I was a bit worried about you. Harry told me you didn't have a morning class today, and neither did I, so I came to check on you." explained Ginny. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"You kept your clothes on, right?"

"Of course, Hermione! Jeez…take my clothes off for a painting." Ginny scoffed resisting the urge to give a retort involving Hermione's current dress of blouse and panties, wandering around the room, looking at different things. She stopped in front of the door on the far left. "Um…Hermione?"

"What?" Hermione asked with some irritation, annoyed at being woken up when she could have slept in very comfortably.

"What does 'HM' stand for?" the younger girl inquired. Hermione spun around, looking at the door in question. It was her door.

"What the…" murmured Hermione, stepping closer. She examined the initials. "This is supposed to be my room…"

"But your initials aren't 'HM'…" said Ginny, stating the obvious. Hermione looked completely baffled.

"I know…"

"Wait a second. If that's your room, and you came out of…" Ginny took a step back, looking at the door that Hermione had exited that morning. The door clearly read "DM". Ginny gasped. "You shagged Malfoy!" Hermione's head swiveled sharply and looked at Ginny, aghast.

"What? Of course I didn't!"

"You came out of his room this morning. And look what you're wearing. Or not wearing. You totally shagged him!"

"We did not shag…" Hermione snapped. Ginny grinned triumphantly.

"But you did sleep in his room."

"Ginny-"

"With him." continued the freckled girl, beaming before her face fell. "Wait. Aren't you supposed to be with my brother? Hermione, that's cheating!" yelped the girl.

"Ginny! Listen! First of all, Malfoy and I did not do anything. Second of all, I don't know what's going on with Ron, and we aren't really together. Third, I need to figure out why my door says HM instead of HG."

"Um…well…" Ginny raised her arm and pointed at Draco's door. "Maybe that's your answer." Hermione stared at the door for a second before it hit her. HM. DM. Of course!

"That slimy bastard!" yelled Hermione, storming to the door, about to pull it open and yell at Malfoy when she stopped, realizing that Draco would never do such a thing.

First of all, it would be something that she would kill him for, and he knew it. Second, he wasn't his style to do something so…sneaky. Third, he wouldn't want to consider her a Malfoy. Fourth, he wouldn't be so…cruel.

Hermione put her hand to her forehead and sighed heavily. "Malfoy wouldn't do it…" she explained to a confused Ginny. "Who would…" She thought a moment, before her face twisted into a grimace. "Zabini…" she hissed, and Ginny stared at Hermione.

"Blaise?"

"Yes Blaise. He's mad because I turned him down or something. I dunno. He basically assaulted me and Malfoy-" Hermione stopped, blushing. Ginny stepped forward, closer to Hermione, her pale face eager.

"Oh no, you get to tell me Hermione. Come on, I already know you slept in the same bed as Malfoy!"

"And you will never speak of that to anyone else. Even Harry. Especially Harry."

"No problem. It's a girl secret, I gotcha." said Ginny, grinning, "Now tell." Hermione sighed.

"Malfoy defended me. He essentially told Zabini to get lost."

"Really? That's sweet…"

"Sweet…yeah, that's what it was. Anyway, I have to get ready for when I do have class so…not to kick you out but-"

"Oh don't worry about it, Hermione. I'm going. I checked in on you. You're fine. Very fine. And so is he, if you get my drift."

"Ginny…it's Malfoy."

"Yes it is…" Ginny replied, her tone wicked

"The arch nemesis, at this school, of your boyfriend." stated Hermione in exasperation. Ginny smirked.

"He's still drop dead gorgeous."

"What about Harry?" demanded Hermione.

"Oh Harry is yummy. But Malfoy…you should at least take your chance to shag him, Hermione. Definitely."

"Go away, Ginny." grumbled Hermione in annoyance.

"Bye Hermione!" said Ginny cheerfully, waving and leaving the dormitory. Hermione took a deep breath, leaning against the wall behind her. Wait…it was a door.

That suddenly opened.

She shrieked, falling backwards directly into the open arms of Draco, who looked down at her, smiling lightly.

"I like that Weasley girl." He said, pulling Hermione closer, "She has some good ideas."

"How much of our conversation did you hear?" asked Hermione, managing to keep the nervousness out of her voice. If he knew about the HM thing…

"Woke up when I heard Zabini's name. Something about me telling him to get lost…" murmured Malfoy, leaning down to kiss Hermione lightly. She didn't protest, relieved he hadn't heard anything earlier than that.

"You are a nosy bugger." was Hermione retort after he pulled back. He smiled at her, shrugging.

"Can't help it. By the way, I'm pretty sure you were sleeping with me this morning. May I ask as to what happened last night?" He asked sweetly, his tone telling of his cheerfullness. Hermione jumped out of his arms, turning to face him and glaring.

"You don't remember last night?" she cried angrily. Malfoy actually looked embarrassed.

"Um…no. Not really. Have a nasty headache too…" He said, rubbing his head.

Hermione made a sort of growling sound before she swung around, stomping away. Malfoy blinked at her, following cautiously.

"We didn't…?" he started, looking at her worriedly.

"No, Malfoy. We didn't shag." She snapped, sitting down and giving him a furious look. He looked relieved. She bristled. "Oh, you're happy we didn't. Still find me so repulsive?"

"No, Granger. I would just want to remember it…Considering the fact that it would be our first time together. And most likely your first time period." He said quietly. Hermione blushed and looked down.

"Oh." came her reply, "Well…you got drunk because I stayed out a little longer with Ron…and you were…acting strange, and somehow convinced me to spend the night with you."

Draco stared at the girl for a second, utterly dumbstruck. Wow, Granger had agreed to sleep in the same bed with him when he was drunk? Maybe he'd have to do that more often…

"And you called me Hermione." She said, looking at him. He tilted his head.

"I called you by your first name and we didn't shag? Apparently it doesn't have same the affect on you that it does on me." mumbled Draco, a bit disappointed, though it was because he didn't get to see the look o her face when he said Hermione. She stood slowly and walked towards him.

"Hm…I don't really remember, as you fell asleep quite soon after that. So did I. We were both very tired." She murmured, matter-of-factly, her eyes gleaming. Draco looked down at her as she came to a stop in front of him.

"Are you asking me to do it again?" he asked roughly. He was already getting turned on. Especially since she wasn't wearing much. Hermione grinned at him.

"I am asking you to call me by my first name, Draco."

Instantly, his lips crashed onto hers relentlessly. Hermione quickly brought her hands up to his neck, as his found her hair and tangled themselves into her curly locks, pulling her against him sharply. She let out a tiny squeak of surprise, which quickly turned into a moan before Malfoy released her. She looked up at him, eyes shining and face flushed. He smiled at her affectionately.

"Whatever you say, Hermione."

She smiled back and leaned her head against his chest, moving her arms so they rested around his midsection.

"I have to go to class soon…" she whispered.

"Okay. But before dinner we have to make the posters for the dance. Dumbledore'll have the sheets back to us by then."

"Sounds good." said Hermione brightly, before she stepped back and went into the bathroom. A day where Malfoy let her have the bathroom willingly, without demanding a shared shower. She was touched.

Hermione frowned at her Transfiguration paper. She had worked rather hard on it, Professor McGonagall had just asked for it, and her name was not at the top of the paper. She could have sworn she'd put it there late last night, a little before going out with Ron. She groaned, grabbing a quill and scrawling her name.

Hermione Malfoy.

Wait.

She stared at the writing and felt a light blush creep up her cheeks, covering her paper casually so Ron or Harry couldn't see her mistake. Apparently she was infatuated. She muttered a simple erasing spell for 'Malfoy' and started to write 'Granger'.

Malfoy.

Okay, now this was just getting weird.

She gave her quill a suspicious look. Maybe someone had bewitched it so it would write 'Malfoy' instead of 'Granger'. Zabini might find that very funny. Hermione found it annoying. And he had probably bewitched any other quills she might have. She leaned towards Harry, who was sitting on one of her sides. Apparently Ron and Harry still weren't exactly on the best of terms, since they had been sitting on either side of her during their classes. Which was strange, considering the fact that Harry usually hated fighting with Ron or Hermione. But she'd ponder that fact later. Now, the problem of her possessed quill.

"Hey, uh Harry? Can I borrow a quill? There's something wrong with mine." She murmured. He looked at her in confusion for a moment, before he shrugged and reached into his bag, pulling out a quill and handing it to her. "Thank you so much."

"No problem, 'Mione." He said, looking back down at his paper and writing one last sentence before he rolled it up and handed it to Lavender, who was sitting on his left. Hermione took the quill, dipped it, and started to write her last name.

"Merlin!" she said, rather loudly, gaining a couple looks from fellow classmates.

It had come out Malfoy again.

Now she was very anxious. If it wasn't the quill, what was it? Could one bewitch a person to write something? She didn't think Zabini was capable of that. She resolved to skip lunch and talk to Dumbledore about it.

"So…you have not been able to write your own last name, but you have been able to say it?" asked Dumbledore, his eyes on Hermione as he sat calmly at his desk, fingers steepled in thought.

"Yes." Hermione responded shortly. She had discovered during, and in between classes, that she couldn't even write 'G', so she'd put this sort of scribble mark after her name. Teachers knew it was her anyway. They would just find it surprising that Hermione Granger wouldn't be completely neat. And at one point in between classes, just to see how this 'bewitchment' (as she was calling it) worked, she said 'Hermione Granger' in a secluded hallway. Apparently it worked just fine in speaking. This meant that people would think that Hermione was just trying to be an idiot on her own.

"Well, let us see what we can figure out of this…'bewitchment'." murmured Dumbledore, reaching for a piece of parchment and a quill. He wetted the writing utensil, and put it to the paper, starting to write 'Hermione Granger'.

It came out Hermione Malfoy.

The girl blinked, and Dumbledore smiled.

"Well, Miss Granger, you shall not be counted as insane if another person cannot write your last name. It shall make things a bit difficult though, considering the fact that you are not currently a member of the Malfoy family. Correct?" he asked, blue eyes boring into her. She stared back at him, clearly annoyed.

"Correct. Malfoy. Me. Hah. That's funny." She grumbled, "Not. I believe I am the on the receiving end of a rather cruel joke." She continued, biting her lip. Dumbledore gave her a pondering look.

"Well, I have never heard of such a thing before. And I would not believe that a student at this school would be capable. But I shall attempt to find the answer to this problem; meanwhile, if you could just put your first name on papers, it might serve to contain this a little bit. I shall speak to teachers about it, as they might try to write your name. As for fellow classmates, I leave it to you to explain it if you deem it necessary."

The brunette nodded, and stood, thanking the Headmaster before she exited, still chewing on her lip occasionally.

What was she going to do? If Dumbledore didn't think a student could have done it, there was a good chance of it not being done by a student. And Hermione had never heard of such a thing herself, and she had read many books. Very many books. She sighed, and made a promise that she wouldn't tell Draco. Unless she absolutely had to. She headed back to her common room for her free period of the day before dinner.

Dumbledore was mildly surprised himself. He knew, of course, about the charm on the position of Heads. It had been there for a long time. It was the charm that picked the Heads. He had been astonished that it had picked Hermione and Draco as Head Girl and Boy. A very unlikely couple. Though they certainly fit the other requirements. But this ordeal with Hermione writing her last name? That had nothing to do with the ancient charm on Hogwarts. He would be very interested to find out what was going on.

Saying the password shortly, and ignoring Apollo, she stepped into the room and immediately saw Malfoy sitting on the floor, large amounts of papers spread out in front of him.

"What are you doing?" asked Hermione. He looked up at her and rolled his eyes.

"Geez, about time. I had to ask some Gryffindor where you were, and they said you hadn't been in your last class. Where were you?" he questioned, some concern showing through his disgust of having to ask for information. Especially from a Gryffindor.

"I was speaking to our Headmaster about some things." She said, walking closer before she sat down near him, though not too close. He smiled at her.

"Ah. Well, we are making posters for the dance. And now you have to help me. Though you don't have much left to do."

He was right. She could see that the large pieces of papers were practically complete. A couple comics lying nearby accounted for the drawings of X-men. She glanced at Malfoy.

"Did you draw those?"

"Oh…yeah." He muttered, filling in some information before he shoved a couple at her, along with a scrap of paper that said the date, time, etc. She inspected the pictures intently, a smiling appearing.

"These are really good, Malfoy." She mumbled, tracing her fingers over the faces of Iceman, Wolverine, Cyclops, Storm, and others. Draco glanced at her, seeing her rapture and smiled slightly.

"Thanks, Granger. Now, start filling in times. Oh, and sign your name at the bottom. Then we'll switch and I'll sign my name on your pile, and you on mine."

Hermione blinked, looking at him nervously.

"Do we have to…put our names on the posters?"

"Yeah. We are the Heads in charge of it." Malfoy said, in his snobbish tone. Hermione sighed before she took the pile of papers and started to fill them out.

After a couple minutes, they switched posters and there was silence for a moment before Draco made a strange sound of annoyance.

"Granger, you cannot just put your first name on these things. Put your last name on them too." He grumbled, shoving the heap back at her. Hermione looked at him like she was a deer caught in headlights.

"Um…but I'm the only Hermione in the school…" she murmured, "I don't think it matters." He gave her a frown.

"I want to put my last name on, so it would look weird unless you put your last name on too. Just do it, Granger." He snapped, crossing his arms. Apparently, he was still aggravated about her missing for an hour or two.

"I uh…don't want to." She said, on the verge of whining. He raised an eyebrow, before he snatched the posters back and picked up his quill.

"Oh fine, I'll do it." He said.

"No, wait!" she shouted. But he wrote anyway.

"What the hell?" he said in wonder, as Hermione shrank back from the word that was most certainly not her own last name. "I could have sworn…" he muttered, before trying to write again. He let out a snort of exasperation, before his eyes fell on Hermione and he stared at her with some suspicion. "What is wrong with you?"

"N-nothing." She stuttered. He looked from her, to the paper, and back again before it dawned on him,

"You…knew about this!" he accused. She looked at him in slight fear.

"Uh huh." She whispered.

"How long?" he demanded. She stood shakily and slowly went over to her room, stopping in front of it and pointing at the letters adorning the door.

"Since this morning."

"Holy Merlin…" he said, standing and walking over to her door.

"I've tried everything to get it off…" she said, looking at the letter 'M' as if it were an abnormally large insect. Malfoy was silent for a moment before he looked her slowly.

"Well…it isn't that bad." He said quietly. She smiled at him faintly.

"Except I can't put anything but my first name on anything, in view of the fact that we are not married." She reasoned. Draco shrugged, stepping closer to her.

"No, we aren't. Honestly, I don't know if I like the idea of marriage. Tied to one woman for the rest of my life." He said, wrinkling his nose.

"I didn't think you'd want me to be a Malfoy." She snapped suddenly, stepping back. He stared at her and she turned around, walking back to the papers on the floor. He followed, catching her around the waist.

"Shh, Granger. Calm down. We'll fix this. It's probably someone's idea of a joke. With the whole us being Heads thing." He murmured. She tensed as his arms went around her and he frowned slightly. He hadn't meant his statement as a personal affrontage on her or anything. He wasn't even sure if he had been serious.

"I thought that but…" she shook her head, not wanting to elaborate. "Think what you want Malfoy…I'm going to go take a nap." She said, shrugging out of his grip and stalking back to her room, tugging the door open and entering. Malfoy winced as she shut the door and sighed heavily. He would kill whoever's funny idea this was. Even though he was coming to realize a small- okay large part of him didn't really mind. In fact, he might even like the idea of 'Hermione Malfoy'.

It had a nice ring to it.

After saying the password, Draco stormed into the Slytherin common room, glaring at a couple of its occupants.

"Draco! What are you doing here?" asked a 5th year eagerly, stepping towards him. Malfoy gave him a cold look that stopped the kid directly in his tracks. Striding over to a group of four students, he stared down at the tallest of them.

"Draco…what's up?" asked Blaise warily, sensing danger.

"Did you think it would be a good joke?" hissed Draco, crossing his arms to prevent himself from hurting the young man. Zabini raised an eyebrow, as Pansy gave Draco an odd look.

"Draco, what are you talking about?" asked Pansy, but the blonde ignored her, gaze focused on Blaise, who was looking confused.

"Joke? Are you talking about trying to talk to Granger, 'cause I didn't realize you would…" he trailed off, looking at the other three members of the group carefully. Pansy's face had a sour expression, and Crabbe and Goyle had their normal blank looks.

"No I'm not talking about your assault on Granger. I'm talking about the writing her name curse you cast!" snapped Draco, tired of playing games. Zabini looked baffled.

"Um…I don't know what you're talking about…" he murmured, his face bewildered. Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"Okay, fine, play dumb."

"Why would someone waste some name curse on Granger?" asked Pansy with some irritation, "Jeez, I'd just teach her a more painful lesson myself." She said dismissively. Draco switched a glare between Zabini and Pansy.

"Just to let you two idiots know, I catch either of you near her…" he glared and left Blaise and Pansy to finish the sentence for themselves. Turning sharply on his heel, the Slytherin King left the common room in long graceful steps. Pansy immediately turned an angry gaze to Zabini.

"What about the mudblood?" The Italian scoffed.

"Pansy, I'm not participating in your stupid gossip mill."

"But you know something about this!" she shrieked. Blaise rolled his eyes.

"I know no more than you do…"

She stood sharply and frowned him.

"Fine…I have other sources." She hissed, leaving the room. Zabini watched her, his expression cold.

"I know you do…" He muttered to himself, before getting to his feet, "And I intend to find out who they are." He left slowly, saying something dismissively to Crabbe and Goyle

Even researching the subject, Hermione could find nothing about her predicament. She left the library, losing some of her faith in the room full of bookshelves. She started walking towards her dormitory when she was cut off by somebody.

Pansy Parkinson stared at Hermione, her expression dark.

"Um…hi Pansy…do you need something?"

"What did you do to Draco?" she muttered, glaring at the Gryffindor heatedly. Hazel eyes blinked back.

"What are you talking about?"

Pansy snatched her arm roughly.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, mudblood. Apparently, Draco is tripping over himself to protect you."

"What?" whispered Hermione as the grip on her arm tightened. She let out a squeal of pain before Pansy's other hand slammed over her mouth, and she shoved Hermione into the wall behind them.

"He's been telling me to stay away from you. Hah. Well, Granger, I'm telling you to stay away from Draco. He's not your class, and you'll just get trampled anyway. If you want some Slytherin swing, I'm sure I could convince Crabbe or Goyle…" she mumbled, stepping closer. Hermione wrinkled her nose, and Pansy rolled his eyes, "Oh Merlin, mudblood, it isn't like Draco was actually going to touch you or sleep with you. Crabbe or Goyle would do whatever you want in two seconds…for a price." She said, gripping Hermione's wrist tightly, making the muggle-born wince in pain. The brunette felt something start to bubble inside and tried to bite Pansy's hand, but she moved away slightly, smacking Hermione in a flippant gesture. The Gryffindor closed her eyes as tears appeared.

Pansy suddenly looked fearful for a split second, before she ended up on the floor and Hermione was pulled back into strong arms. She looked up to see Malfoy looking down at the other Slytherin with pure hatred. She shuddered, turning her head slightly so she wasn't looking him directly in the stormy grey eyes.

"Pansy, what is wrong with you? Do you have a death wish, or are you just deaf?" hissed Malfoy in a low voice. Pansy looked up warily, and glanced around slowly, as if she was debating on bolting. "Well?" Draco's soft, but dangerous command insisted.

"I just…"stammered Pansy before she looked triumphant for a moment, "Blaise said the mudblood-"

"Do not call her that." Draco said coldly. Hermione cuddled closer to him, and his arms wrapped themselves tighter, his lips briefly kissing the top of her head before he returned to glaring at Pansy. "Apparently you are not listening to me when I've said stay away from her…"

"I didn't think you were serious. I mean, Merlin Draco, the last person I thought I'd see you with is Granger."

This caught Hermione's attention and she blushed, struggling away from Malfoy and looking down at Pansy with a slightly nervous expression. Malfoy frowned at the girl in his arms.

"What's wrong?" he asked, "Besides Pansy being a bitch of course."

"I'm…not actually with you, Malfoy. It weird. And wrong." She stated firmly, giving him a glare, "I'm supposed to be with Ron."

"We've talked about this Granger. But now isn't the time…" murmured Draco, shooting her an annoyed look before he looked back at Pansy. "I believe I have an idea. Pansy, you prat, will not mention anything of Granger and myself to anyone. I have a more…creative idea of how to inform the rest of Hogwarts. I find out you told anyone, and I will, and I'll make sure you never sleep with anyone ever again. And that you are incredibly poor." He finished wickedly. Hermione frowned, but Pansy was already nodding.

"Okay okay, but…just to be honest, I might have already mentioned it to a couple Slytherins…" she said hurriedly, stumbling to her feet. Malfoy glowered, but waved Pansy away before he turned to Hermione.

"Malfoy, do you really think she'll-"

"Granger, calm down. It shouldn't be too hard to keep Pansy's extremely large mouth shut."

"And you would know, of course…" she said, her tone bitter. Draco smiled, understanding the implication and stepped closer.

"I'm glad you realize I would need a big mouth to satisfy my big-"

"Shut up, Malfoy." She snapped, cutting him off. He smirked, but remained quiet. "Anyway, I just…" she sighed, "What about that stupid bewitchment on my last name?"

"I actually don't think Zabini did it and Pansy certainly wouldn't with her being an idiot, and infatuated with me…anyone else want to piss you off? Because if you think about it, making it so you write my last name most people would think is an insult for you…"

"It is." She said, half-heartedly. He pulled her against him and breathed near her ear, causing her to shudder. "By the way, nice timing." She continued breathlessly.

"Actually, about that…I was walking back to the dormitory when I suddenly knew that something bad was happening to you by the library…it's strange. What did you do, Hermione?" he asked softly. She could feel her stomach curl in on itself and she exhaled quietly.

"I don't know. I'm sorry though…I'll get rid of it as soon as I can. You must hate it."

"You can't really believe that…" He rumbled, nibbling at the lobe of her ear. She tried to swat at him, but he easily evaded her and she sighed.

"Dra-Malfoy, just…can we go back to the dormitory?"

"Of course…" he muttered, suddenly swooping her into his arms. She let out a cry of surprise, but it was muffled by his mouth before he carried her to the portrait hole and gave an amused Artemis, and grumbling Apollo the password.

He moved to the couch and dropped her ceremoniously, crouching over her and kissing his way down her jaw line and neck, his teeth teasing her pale skin occasionally.

"Mal-foy…we have to…stop." She gasped out, as she squirmed slightly. Draco grinned, but didn't cease. She sat up suddenly, shoving him off. "Stop it, please." She murmured and Draco scooted back.

"Sure, no problem." He said nonchalantly, hiding his wounded pride. She gave him dark look before she stood.

"Well…I'm going to go work on some homework in my room." She walked to the door still marked 'HM' and disappeared within. Draco groaned, before he was struck with an idea and he stood, leaving the common room in a rush. The owlery could solve his current problem, he was almost sure.

Happy New Year, in case I don't update again before the next year! I actually will be posting a couple one shots to "ring in the new year", so I do hope all of you will continue to peruse my writing!