Author's Note: Hey everyone, this chapter may be a little sappier that you are used to but i thought the idea was so cute... BEWARE-UNBETA'd chapter

Chapter 13 - Ravings, Shavings And Cravings

The mirror was a marvelous thing.

It was about the size of her hand an intricate Silver back with no handle, as if it were made to hang on a wall. It surely was stunning enough to be put in a place of honor where everyone could see.

Now, if only the bloody thing could shut up then it would be perfect.

She groaned and tried to block the sound out with her pillow. She was unsuccessful

Currently, a dull knocking sound was emitted from it. A few other girls in the dorm began to stir and complain about the noise.

"Keep it down!" Parvati Patil cried.

Whoever was asking the infernal racket seemed to ignore her as the sound persisted until finally someone threw something (probably a shoe) in its general direction. Thankfully, who ever had thrown it had horrible aim and it hit a wall and bounced off harmlessly instead.

"Oh bother!" Hermione cursed as she finally reached out too see just what the hell was the racket about. She was met with the rather ticked off face of Draco malfoy. it appeared that he had been knocking on his own mirror and thus causing the noise that had woken her, and most of her dorm mates, up.

Well, not really woken her up because she couldn't get to sleep, but it did get her out of bed.

"What do you want?" she hissed.

"Took you long enough." he replied. "Get down here."

Hermione eyed him as if he was totally out of his mind.

"What?" she demanded. "Get down where?"

Malfoy sighed and rolled his eyes melodramatically.

"Oh, honestly." he said with the air of tried patience. "The Great Hall."

He really had lost his mind, and Hermione decided on telling him so.

"Have you lost you mind, Draco Malfoy?" she whispered so she knew only he could hear her. No one would over hear her, the rest of the girls were back asleep. Where I should be. she thought wryly. "At this time of night?"

"Have anything better to do, Love?"

Hermione glowered at him.

"Hmm," she said sarcastically. "I don't know. Sleep?"

He smirked. (ROAR!)

"We both know you haven't been getting much of that." he said snidely.

Hermione very much wanted to slap him at that point.

"Malfoy, I should-"

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Get your Gryffindor arse down here." he said.

"Why?"

He frowned, he looked behind him.

"Because if you don't I'm going to hear about this for weeks." He said sounding frustrated.

Hermione was thrown, in all the time she had dealt with him; he had never slipped off that dispassionate mask that he wore. Not since that night. The night which she was going to put out of her memory and never speak about again. Ugh, like she could even do that.

In that moment, she noticed that he may just be as worried and affected about this whole situation as she was. It was almost humanizing, though, she didn't quite think that much of him. He just wasn't as much of a git as she would have thought, not so much of a glacier.

Still, she was not going to let him off that easily.

She narrowed her eyes.

"This better be worth it." she snapped, grabbing a dressing gown. She tossed the mirror onto her bed, but she noticed his smirk before the disk wipe clean of his visage. She grumbled all the way down stairs, glad that she didn't run into a teacher, though technically as a prefect she was allowed out after midnight. She met with malfoy in the great hall where she was met with a strange sight.

Draco was wearing his usual uniform, looking as proper and pristine as usual. She honestly could not believe it, even in the middle of the night he looked formal and together, Hermione suddenly felt garishly under-dressed.

How on earth could she have been thinking that anything he could ever do was humanizing? Draco Malfoy was the kind of person who has ice water running through his veins.

"What was it you wanted?" she demanded putting her hands on her hips.

Draco rolled his eyes and gestured behind him, to the Gryffindor table. Hermione's eyes widened when she saw a large silver bowl filled to the brim with strawberry ice cream. she looked from Malfoy to the bowl in complete disbelief.

"How did you know?"

"Oh, bloody hell, mudblood, the way you prattle on about the stuff, I'm surprised half of Gryffindor hasn't presented you with a dozen gallons or so of it." he said. "Go on, Pet." he added after a moment, his words would have seemed almost endearing save for the fact that he said it in an impatient and matter-of-fact sort of way. "It's starting to melt."

She shot him one more look before sitting down in her usual seat and taking a tentative bite. She was almost sure that she would shrivel up and die on the spot. After all, this was Malfoy she would not put poisoning the mother of his baby passed him.

She was absolutely surprised to find that it was Ben and Jerry's strawberry ice cream, precisely the thing she wanted. She then noticed that it was set right in front of her usual place at the Gryffindor table.

Malfoy slipped into the seat across from her. Ron's seat.

"Enjoy?" he asked impassively.

She nodded completely at a loss for words. She took another few bites. She didn't want to tell him how utterly out of placed he looked sitting at the Gryffindor table. a shrewd, unfeeling Slytherin amongst the noble, passionate Gryffindors, even though her housemates did not occupy the seats around him, he still seemed strange sitting there.

A shadow in the golden light.

Good God, the ice cream was making her think so philosophically.

No wonder Americans just kept churning out wacky ideas, whoever thought ice cream could be so thought inducing?

She barely realized that she had cleaned out the entire thing, not leaving so much as a drop of cream or a shard of strawberry. Malfoy looked at it and arched an eyebrow.

"Didn't like that much, did you?" he asked.

Hermione licked her lips.

"God, that was amazing." she said looking content for the very first time in two weeks.

He looked amused.

"Brilliant," he said. "Now am I going to stop hearing about this, pet?"

Hermione scowled.

It was a perfect moment. For just one second there, Hermione felt like everything was going to be okay, well, perhaps not okay but better than she had previously thought, and had to go and open his mouth and ruin everything.

"I know you could somehow twist this to become self-ish and horrible."

His amusement turned to snark.

"I try pet." he said.

She looked down at the ice dream, suddenly wishing she had more.

Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"When you need more just ask." he said impatiently, running a hand through his hair.

Hermione's eyes fixed on his hand. it was a regular habit for any other boy, and yet it seemed somehow strange of Malfoy to do it. he was always so together and controlled. For just a moment there he looked like any other boy in Hogwarts.

She sighed. Oh great, any more of this and she would think him practically normal.

"Thanks, Malfoy." she said.

He nodded.

"G'night."

He nodded again.

"I'll try to enjoy what's left of it."

With that she turned and walked off, up the stairs and back to the Gryffindor tower, she shed her dressing gown and climbed back into her scarlet four poster bed, ready to face another night of tossing and turning. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.