The warmth woke me up first. My other senses weren't awoken. I could feel the warmth of another person's body, pressing against mine. The comforter was wrapped around me and the soft Egyptian cotton against my cool face. Slowly, one by one, my senses returned to me. I could smell the exotic scents of what was next to me. I heard the easy breathing of this living body. Finally, my eyes opened. I could make out his arm around my waist in the dim light. Then, it clicked. The night before spilled into my mind.

I gave a small gasp and nearly jumped out of his arms. I sat on the edge of my bed, as far away as possible, wondering when, during the night, did he end up holding me ever so closely. He was still asleep when I looked, thank Merlin. Who knows what would have happened if he woke up before me? I shook my head as I thought of all the endless possiblities that he could have done.

The clock read ten minutes until seven. It was fairly early and I decided to leave Draco alone to sleep. I grabbed all my toiletries and went to the bathroom to prepare myself for the long day ahead. Minutes later, I was going through the portrait hole and made my way towards the Great Hall. There were a fair amount of people and I spotted Marietta.

"Cho!" Marietta said, brightly. "You're up!"

I smiled. "So I am. What are you so happy about?"

Grabbing a piece of toast, she rolled her eyes. "Is it too much to just be happy that I finally got a chance to talk to my dear friend who usually sleeps rather late?"

I laughed as I sat down next to her. I took a cinnamon bun and nibbled on it. "Well you got your chance to talk so spill."

She giggled. It was an attractive giggle. One that was melodious and sweet. Not like Parkinson's type that was just plain idiotic sounding. "Well, remember the ball?"

"How could I forget?" I asked, remembering the ball that Draco and I were working together to put up.

"You know I went with Michael Corner, right?" she asked, pausing slightly. Ah yes, I remember him all too well. I dated him for a few weeks during my sixth year. He was a really nice person but a bit too emotional. He'd get pretty upset easily and would express his opinions through his sadness or anger.

"Yes, I know."

"Well, we got pretty serious since then." She waited a while. When I didn't speak, she continued, "I mean, I know you two went out for a while. So, I was wondering if it was ok with you."

I gave her a smile. "It's ok. He wasn't my type anyways. You two would be so great together. And he's not a git like Mal-" I stopped. It was such a habit that I didn't realize that I was so used to calling Draco a git or a bastard.

"Malfoy?" she said, wrinkling her nose. "Yes, anyone would be better than that moron. Even that Potter."

Harry. Marietta hated the Gryffindor. She thought he was dodgy and always an attention seeker. I didn't think so but I couldn't say anything or else Marietta would bring up what he had done to me last year.

"Anyway, Michael should be here any minute. He's really sweet about spending as much time with me as possible," she said, almost in a bored voice.

"Yeah," I said, not really paying attention to what she was saying. My eyes wandered over to the Gryffindor's table. I found myself looking at those emerald eyes and jet-black hair. Why does he always look so good?

"Chang," a voice drawled behind me. So sleeping beauty finally woke up. "Why the hell are you staring at that-goddamn-idiot Potter?"

I turned to face someone I found to be better than Harry. His hair was once again gelled and artificial-looking. He looked as if he was never sleeping. His azure eyes were alive as ever and were as cold as ever as well. He obviously changed out of his robes and looked as fresh as ever.

Marietta stiffened and abruptly went to go look for Michael. Draco didn't let his eyes leave mine. I averted my gaze and answered, "I wasn't."

He sneered. "What are you trying to pull, Chang? Get over yourself. For that matter, get over that fool. He's not worth anyone's time. It's a wonder why he and you ever got along."

Well, that hurt. "Malfoy, why don't you shut the hell up and leave me alone? Who I like is none of your damn business."

He bent over so close that I could smell the same whiff that I did this morning. He was only one inch away. "You don't know how much it's my business," he hissed.

I pushed him away and got up. If he came just to insult me, then he could go die. Marietta wasn't so far away and I could tell that she was glaring as hard as she could at Malfoy. I made a move towards her direction but Malfoy pulled me back. Even if I could break out of his grasp, I wouldn't because his touch was all it took for me to let loose my anger. He let go and motioned for me to follow. I had no choice but to obey.

I followed him into an empty classroom. Was it fear or was it excitement that was stirring in my heart? He shut the door and murmured a spell to lock it. Then he turned back to me. He was back to his indifferent self. No malice or hostility showed. "Good show, Chang. Now you've made everyone seem to think you hate me even more."

Was he complimenting me or reprimanding me? I couldn't tell behind his facade. "So I did."

He smiled faintly. "I had a good sleep last night. Your bed is comfortable. I couldn't have made it back to my dorm since I was so out of it."

An eyebrow shot up. "Are you thanking me?"

"Don't push it, Cho."

I laughed. We were alone in a locked room. And his... civility seemed to highten my spirits. "Ok, Draco. I have to go to my classes now." I nodded towards the door. "I'll see you later?"

He shrugged. "I think I'll be spending some time with Miles later. I must speak to him about last night. He's probably really mad at you. I can also get my work done in your common room."

I smiled and said, "Alohomora!". The lock quietly clicked open and I turned to him one last time. In the direct sunlight, he seemed much different than he was now. He was more relaxed looking and blended into his surroundings just fine. I must've stared a little longer than needed for he said "Chang" and I sped out of the room.

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"Cho," Padma bursted out. "Nearly everyone saw you following Malfoy out of the Great Hall!"

I choked and began coughing. Thankfully, Marietta took over. "Oh, Malfoy was just being the stupid idiot that he is. That bloke was yelling at Cho for staring at Potter or whatever. But Cho wasn't even looking at him! I bet he must've said something horrible because she followed him out. She didn't look so happy either," she said, triumphantly.

"Well, the word is that you and Malfoy are pretty close," Padma said, curiously. "Even Potter was wondering about it. Parvati told me about how he was asking Granger why you were talking with him."

That got my attention. Harry was asking about me? I kept my expressions neutral and tried to keep my voice bored as I said, "Why would he care about me? I don't even hang out with him anymore."

Padma snorted. "He obviously hates Malfoy, right? So it must be that he doesn't want Malfoy doing anything, especially with his ex-girlfriend."

I turned red. "I am not his ex-girlfriend. I only fancied him for a bit." That was far from true, but I didn't want to admit anything. Not to Padma, who was very close to Parvati, who would probably tell Harry anything I said.

"Well, I'm just saying. He fancied you, didn't he? He was being over-protective of you, if you asked me."

"I didn't," I said, curtly. Padma was a bit put down but her friends dragged her away from us and went off to their classes. I made a mental note to make it up to her later on. Lisa Turnip, another friend of mine, approached me wondering the same thing. I stuck with what Marietta had said and explained it. In fact, quite a few people inquired about the morning's incident and I wanted nothing more than to hex my way through classes.

During lunch, I escaped to the only sanctuary I had: outside. Draco was already there and I let him in on what everyone was saying. He didn't think of it as a big deal like me. Instead, he said, "So let them think that. Let them be wrong."

I was obviously still troubled but I let it go. It was pointless to move on. "Harry was asking about me."

His eyes narrowed. His voice was cool as he asked, "Yeah?"

"Padma was telling me about how he was concerned about me." Why was I telling him this?

He watched the Giant Squid's tentacle make a trail in the water. "Of course, he's the brilliant and brave Harry Potter," he said, sarcastically. "I'm sure he just wants to save you from my grasp." His eyes were fiery when he finally looked at me. "He thinks he can have anything in the world. Everything he does is to get something for himself."

I shook my head, vigorously. "That's not true. He doesn't even want to be the boy who lived. He doesn't want to have that scar on his forehead that makes him different from everyone else. He wishes he was normal," I said, defending him. What was wrong with me?

"So go back to him. It's obvious that you still are very into him," he said. Contempt and rage shook in every syllable he spoke. "I'll bet you slept with him anyways."

Something must've blew up inside of me because the next thing that happened was me, on my feet, yelling, "How dare you accuse me of such horrible thing! I didn't even like Harry that much!"

"So why the hell are you defending him as if he were your boyfriend or whatever?" Malfoy seethed.

"Shut up, Malfoy. SHUT THE HELL UP!" I yelled as loud as I could.

After that, I remember his eyes glinting a bit before he stalked off in a haughty mood. I don't know why but I felt a sudden regret for yelling at him, which is something he probably got from his father all the time. I didn't want to become the enemy.