The day passed uneventfully and Hermione crawled into her bed wearing her favourite pyjamas. It occurred to her that if she was going to wake up to Draco every day, she might as well look nice. At that thought she smirked wickedly; she wondered what he'd have on the following morning. The rest of her dorm mates were asleep and she recalled the last thing she'd said to him.

'You were almost caught! You better, well we, better find a cure for this! What if they find you in my bed tomorrow?! Have you any idea what that could do to our reputations?!'

She'd been absolutely furious with him and he had stalked off in the foulest mood. A twinge of guilt plucked at the edge of her conscience but she brushed it away. They had to figure out something or they were going to create the biggest scandal ever to hit Hogwarts.

She drew her curtains around her bed and sighed happily. Tomorrow she would go to the library with him and try to find out more about his dilemma. It would be great…

-

Draco took a long gulp of the drought and smirked. The moment he went to sleep he would be by her side, and hopefully, the jolt would wake him up. In his pocket was a pair of scissors and he briefly considered what kind of hairstyle to do.

Now take note of something; he was not doing this to be cruel!! He was doing this to help her… well, that's what he had convinced himself anyway.

He climbed into bed and was about to drift off when a voice startled him.

'Psst Draco.' Blaise hissed out of the darkness.

'What?!' Draco demanded sourly. He wanted to go to 'sleep'.

'I found out something rather interesting today about… you and Granger.' Draco could feel the boy laughing silently at him and his blood ran cold. She couldn't have told Blaise… could she?

'What are you talking about Zabini?' Draco demanded in an utterly pissed off tone. Blaise laughed softly.

'She likes you Draco… and she was fairly stressed when I mentioned the fact you never sleep in your own bed. Do you know what I think?'

'I frankly do not care.' Draco said shortly.

'I think you two are an item. It sure seems like it anyway… after all, you were pretty friendly on the first day of the term, what with all the hushed conversations and secret meetings. Yes! I saw you in the library that day.' Blaise continued anyway.

'Zabini you know nothing. Now I want to go to sleep so shut up.'

'As you wish.'

-

Blaise lay in the darkness drifting off to sleep when a face sprung up in his mind. Well this was peculiar… it was the face of the youngest Weasley… why would he be thinking of her as he fell asleep…?

-

Draco started awake as he appeared on Hermione's bed and sat up quickly. She was fast asleep and her hair was sprawled over her red and gold pillow, her face was calm… a smile played at the edges of her lips? What on earth was she dreaming about??!! It better be him!!

He caught control of himself and took the scissors out. Now how would he do this? A thought struck him and he took out his wand and gently levitated her so she was sitting…

-

Hermione woke up with someone breathing on her face. She sat up in surprise and knocked her head into a rather startled Draco, who fell back rubbing it and moaning in pain.

'Ow that hurt granger! I never knew your head was so solid!'

'How are you awake?' She asked in bafflement. He shot her a look of smugness.

'I took a drought to combat unconsciousness.' He eyed her face thoughtfully and she became aware of something… the weight she was so accustomed to… WHERE WAS IT??!! He must have noticed she was annoyed for he successfully dodged her flailing fist as she tried to smack him in the head. 'Whoa calm down.' He hissed as he caught both her wrists. Hermione noticed a stray strand of brown hair about several inches long on her pillow, and wrenching her wrist back, ran her hand through her short brown 'do. She was livid.

'How dare you do this??!!' She hissed in anger. Draco tried to placate her but she slid out through the drawn curtains and stood trembling with fury in the middle of her dorm. Lavender was awake already… wow, two days in a row… and she paused in the middle of greeting Hermione.

'What have you done??!!' She cried. 'It looks fantastic!!' Hermione gaped at her and swore she heard a chuckle from inside her bed. It seemed Lavender heard it too. 'What was that?' She demanded.

'Nothing at all.' Hermione said quickly. The girl ignored her and striding two steps, wrenched the curtains aside. There in the middle of the bed, sat a dishevelled looking Draco, wearing nothing but an open pair of robes over boxers, grinning sheepishly, holding a pair of scissors, and trying to hide behind a pillow on the mussed up bed. Lavender was of course, completely stunned.

'It's not what it looks like.' Hermione said in a weak voice. It was no use; the girl had fainted. 'Come on Draco, you need to get out of here!' Hermione directed him to the staircase and he slid down it, and after throwing a grin back up at her, disappeared out the portrait. Hermione acted quickly; she levitated Lavender back into her bed, tidied up her own and then vanished into the bathroom. When she came out dressed for school, she encountered the girl.

'I just had the strangest dream- wait a moment!! You DID cut your hair!!' The girl stared at her in shock and Hermione realised the flaw in her ploy to make Lavender think she had been dreaming. She had forgotten about her haircut. With this thought she ran into the bathroom and peered into a mirror. It did actually look nice! Who knew Draco could do such a good job while the person he was cutting the hair of was asleep?

-

Draco ran through the castle back to his own dorm laughing. He had actually done a good job! It was so funny how livid with him she'd been. The image of her rolling her eyes at him while he left through the portrait hole lingered in his mind.

He was so busy thinking about her that he didn't see a wild looking Blaise until it was too late.

'Omph!' They cried in unison and Draco looked at the boy before him. What on earth was up with him? He looked as though he'd seen a ghost.

'Oh thank god you're here Draco!' Zabini cried. 'I need help! I just woke up in the little Weasley's bed and I don't know how I got there.' The boy pleaded with his eyes and Draco gaped at him.

'You too??!!'