A/N: Another chapter! Yay! I did actually write this before I went away to Holland but never got round to posting it, sorry! I hope you enjoy it, and review like mad with lots of suggestions and ideas as to what you would like to happen, and any critiscism is always welcome. I have another chapter of Missing already written but I'm being evil and not bothering to type it up yet as I'm still recovering from my trip to Holland. Enjoy and thanks for the reviews for all my stories.

"Meehhhhhh." Hermione groaned as she rolled over, her head felt like it had a thousand sledge hammers pounding into it and she had a sudden feeling like she was going to be…very violently sick.

Jumping out of bed she wrenched open the bathroom door and, ignoring the fact that Draco was stood dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, knelt down in front of the toilet.

"Morning Granger."

"Oh fuck off." She muttered before spewing up the contents of her stomach.

"Delightful." He murmured before returning to shaving, drawing a cutthroat razor carefully across his firm jaw line. Hermione glanced up, mesmerised by his actions; the way he shaved was almost an art form. "Did you want something Granger?" He raised an eyebrow and rinsed the razor.

"Toothbrush." She blushed and replied quietly, embarrassed at him catching her watching him. He handed it to her and she sat down on the toilet lid, quietly brushing her teeth as he rinsed the rest of the shaving gel off his face and towelled down.

"There's a hangover potion on the table. Drink some." He smiled softly and closed his bedroom door behind him, Hermione sat staring at it, forgotten toothbrush hanging out of her mouth – Draco Malfoy had just smiled, not a smirk, a real smile…impossible. She stood up, rinsed, spat, cleaned her face, applied moisturiser and returned to her bedroom to dress. Glancing at her watch she realised she was already running late – it was midday and she was due at the Burrow for lunch.

"Go on, Hermione, why so late?" Harry winked as she walked into the kitchen at the Burrow. Molly immediately ran over and hugged her; Ginny was sat on Harry's lap reading a magazine, Ron was playing chess at the end of the table with Charlie and she could see out of the window that Crookshanks was busy terrorising gnomes.

"I was out late last night." She mumbled, sitting down next to Charlie and smiling at Ron.

"Good time?" Ginny asked, looking up from her magazine. "I presume you were out with some Muggle friends."

"No, actually. I was out in Diagon Alley."

"You were? We didn't see you did we Gin?" Harry questioned.

"Yeah. I saw you guys around ten thirty."

"Oh. Why didn't you come over and say hi?"

"I was with Malfoy." The silence in the kitchen was deafening until Molly dropped the bowl of potatoes.

"Sorry." She mumbled as Hermione waved her wand, returning them to their former state.

"Don't worry Molly, my bad." Hermione shrugged. "Yes, Malfoy. He dragged me out and got me a little drunk." Charlie chuckled, only to be silenced by a death stare from Ron.

"Why did he want to go out with you?" Ron questioned.

"Bored. Apparently."

Draco poked disconsolately at his food, he was sat at one end of the very large Malfoy family banquet table, half of his family were seated around him and he was supposed to be entertaining them all – he was after all head of the Malfoy family now.

"Draco, dear, are you sure you're quite alright?" His great aunt on his father's side asked.

"Huh?"

"Are you quite well, Draco?"

"Oh. Yeah. I'm fine." He shovelled a bit of foie gras into his mouth and nearly choked, it was terribly convenient that he had forgotten that his hangover's waited a few hours before making themselves known. He grabbed his glass of elf made wine and downed the entirety of it, if only to keep the fine cuisine down.

Leaning back in his chair he chuckled slightly, causing a few cousins to look at him as if he'd finally lost his marbles, that was one thing he was enjoying about living in halls (halls halls of residence, the term used for university accommodation in the UK) any food that he and Hermione cooked was simple or bought in the shop down the road, nothing fancy. His eyes widened as he realised how the two of them were managing to live perfectly happily together – true they fell out regularly but mostly over petty things. Holy shit, Draco nearly choked for the second time but this time on air – he and Hermione were acting like an old married couple.

His mother raised a wary eyebrow at him and his father frowned (the situation in the Malfoy family was, that as soon as the heir turned eighteen he was considered the head of the family, but only in name, Lucius still ran the show. He lowered his head and concentrated on trying to eat some more of the god forsaken 5 cuisine their house elves insisted on producing at every meal.

Draco groaned and rolled his head back against the sofa, his relatives always gave him a headache and whenever he had looked to his father to get him out of a situation Lucius had merely smirked and turned away. Bastard.

What was with Malfoy fucking tradition anyway…the whole thing was…

"Malfoy?" Yeah well that could explain it. Oh, Granger. "Are you alright?"

"Mm-hmmm." Draco mumbled into his hands. Hermione chuckled and Draco could hear her doing something in the kitchen, next thing he knew she was shoving a large mug of hot chocolate in his hands and sitting Indian style on the sofa next to him.

"Drink. It will make you feel better." She winked and he did so, only to choke as it did definitely not taste like your average hot chocolate. In fact it was much better…

"Granger, what have you put in this?"

"Baileys. It's Muggle alcohol, a cream liqueur. Enjoy." She poured herself a glass of the drink on ice and sipped it slowly, smiling as it coated her throat. They sat in silence for a few minutes before deciding to speak at exactly the same time.

"Good day?" They questioned each other and burst out laughing. This is not natural, I'm laughing with Granger. Draco raised an eyebrow inside his head and nodded at her as if to say, you first.

"Oh, it was okay. I was the Burrow, you know, the Weasley's house."

"Oh." Draco nodded, not really understanding how any time spent with the Weasley's could be pleasant.

"What about you? You didn't seem exactly, perky, when I came in." Hermione smirked and Draco sat back against the couch once more.

"I had to go home and entertain my family."

"Shouldn't your parents be doing that?"

"I'm head of the family." Hermione gave Draco a questioning look and he explained. "In the Malfoy family, when the eldest male son, aka me, turns eighteen, he becomes head of the family. Only in name really, my Dad still does everything relating to the family but technically I'm in charge."

"Oh, I see." Hermione replied, even though she really didn't.

"So, you gonna play some guitar for me tonight Granger?" Draco questioned and Hermione blushed. "Come on, you know you want to…" He encouraged. Sighing, Hermione downed another large measure of Bailey's and took the guitar Draco was passing her. She began singing one of the songs she liked listening to when driving a car in Muggle England. "Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom, well who am I to keep you down, its only right that you should play the way you feel it…of your loneliness like a heartbeat drives you mad in the stillness of your memories of what you had, and what you lost…yeah thunder only happens when its raining…"

Draco regarded Hermione thoughtfully, both times he'd seen her play guitar and heard her sing, she'd seemed so relaxed, her eyes were slightly glazed over and she was concentrating purely on the music.

"Draco…Draco…"

"Huh?"

"You looked like you kind of dozed off there." Hermione said quietly.

"Oh no, I was just enjoying the music so much." He smiled before yawning slightly. "I should really…"

"Yeah me too…I've got an early lecture tomorrow…" Hermione shuffled awkwardly and sort of smiled at Draco.

Everybody's searching for intimacy…

Draco stood and placed his hands in his pockets, turning away from Hermione before turning back around again, seemingly unsure of himself. "Granger, do you want to go out for dinner tomorrow night?"

Hermione's eyes widened. "I can't, I'm sorry Draco." His face fell and Hermione was shocked, he was actually sincere. "I'm having Ginny over for dinner, you can join us if you want, bring a friend? We could go out another night?"

Draco smiled slightly again. "Sounds cool. Night, Granger." He pushed open his door and closed it quietly behind him.

"Night, Draco." Hermione smiled softly, funny how much someone can change in two years.

Everyone's hurting for intimacy…

A/N: Explanations: Cutthroat razor - I just have a thing for guys shaving, and especially with cutthroat razors...yum. Baileys - delicious, one of the best alcoholic drinks ever invented.