Hermione woke up the next morning feeling very rested and comfortable, until she looked down. Draco, who was still asleep, was grabbing her right breast with his right hand. His head was snuggled into her shoulder.
"Oh shit" thought Hermione. She slowly grabbed his wrist and tried lift his hand, but he grabbed her even tighter. "That feels good," Hermione thought, while feeling very guilty.
"Draco, Draco. Wake up!" Hermione shook his head until the groggy blonde opened his eyes.
"What?" he asked, still half asleep.
"He obviously isn't a morning person," thought Hermione.
"Draco would you kindly let go of me?" she asked while blushing.
Draco looked down and quickly let go. "Sorry," he said.
"Umm, that's alright," said Hermione, "I guess this sort of thing is bound to happen when in a situation like ours,"
"What time is it?" asked Draco, changing the subject.
Hermione grabbed her wand and transformed her lamp into a clock.
"Oh Merlin its 7:06! We've missed breakfast; class start in 25 minutes! Get up!" shouted Hermione.
"Calm down. Lets get ready," said Draco, always the voice of reason.
"What? I can't get ready in 25 minutes? Are you crazy? What are you doing?" Hermione screeched.
Draco picked Hermione up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Hermione continued to complain as Draco walked to his wardrobe and picked out his clothes. He walked over to her wardrobe and got a uniform. Then he walked into the bathroom and set her down.
"Brush your teeth," he commanded and started brushing his own.
Hermione gaped at him for a second before following suit. They stood close together so their hips and legs were touching. Hermione washed her face and brushed her hair and was starting to apply make-up when Draco interrupted her.
"Ten minutes," he said.
"Fine, I'm going with the sloppy look today," Hermione said sarcastically while throwing her hair up into a messy ponytail.
"Right. I think we should go back to back to get dressed. Will that work?" Draco asked. In this way, Draco got dressed.
When it was Hermione's turn, she looked at the bundle of close Draco picked out. "I need underwear and a bra." She said.
"Fine." Draco picked her up again and set her down in front of her wardrobe.
"Turn around," she ordered.
"Why?"
"I don't want you to see,"
"I will inevitably see your underwear sometime during this ordeal so just get used to it," said Draco.
Hermione blushed and grabbed plain white underwear and a lacy white bra. Now it was her turn to get dressed. Draco lay on the floor and grabbed her ankles while she got into her bra, top, and tie. He then stood up, hands staying on her the whole time, and rested his hands on her shoulders while she got on her underwear, skirt, and knee socks.
"Five minutes" said Draco.
"We're never going to get to class on time! Wait, what classes do we have?" asked Hermione.
Draco picked Hermione up bridal style and walked into the kitchen. Their class schedule was on the refrigerator.
"Thank Merlin," sighed Draco, "We have transfiguration first. Its not far." He grabbed their book bags by the door and headed to class.
"Wait!" exclaimed Hermione, "I don't have any shoes on!"
"We don't have time to go back," said Draco, "Just transfigure yourself some when we get to class."
Most of their classmates were already in class so Hermione and Draco were spared any funny glances, until they got to class. The class stared at the pair as they walked in.
"Where should we sit?" Draco addressed McGonagall. She pointed to a desk in the back with a bench behind it. Draco and Hermione sat close together, so they were connected from the hip down. Apparently this wasn't enough contact because midway through the two hour class neither of the two were feeling very well. Draco put his hand on Hermione's knee and Hermione sunk into Draco, leaning against him as much as she could.
After class, while Hermione was packing up, Harry and Ron confronted her.
"What the Hell is going on?" asked Harry.
"Get away from her, Malfoy," Ron started to pull Hermione away by her arm. She started screaming and Draco shoved Ron away before pulling Hermione against him and comforting her.
"You idiot!" said Draco, "For once could you not be so rash. Hermione and me are charmed together. We endure a lot of pain when we do not have physical contact."
"I don't understand," said Harry.
"Who did this?" asked Ron.
"We don't know," said Hermione, "Dumbledore is trying to sort it out,"
"Why was Draco's hand on your knee?" said Ron in an accusatory tone, "Surely you don't need that much contact,"
Hermione blushed, "I guess…"
"Why were you looking?" asked Draco.
"I wasn't," muttered Ron as he turned bright red.
"We've got to get to our next class. See you at lunch," said Harry as he dragged Ron out of the room.
"Well I don't know why you were so worried," said Draco.
"Where are we going to sit at lunch?" asked Hermione.
"We'll figure it out later," said Draco, "Right now we've got three minutes to get to the dungeons for potions with the Ravenclaws,"
"You can't carry me around everywhere, Draco," said Hermione, "You're arms will fall off,"
"Then get on my back," said Draco and Hermione got a piggyback ride to potions.
Snape glared at Hermione as they entered his classroom.
"Where do we sit?" asked Draco, as he did in transfiguration.
Snape pointed to a normal desk with normal stools in the back of the room.
"Jackass," muttered Hermione under her breath.
"Its fine," said Draco and he pulled her onto his lap as they sat down.
During the first part of class, Hermione took notes. And later they switched positions so Draco could make the potion while Hermione read him the instructions. Together they produced a flawless invisibility potion, despite the situation.
Draco piggybacked Hermione to lunch and they sat at the Gryffindor table. Most Gryffindors knew Draco was a good guy, so there wasn't any problem with that. Hermione sat on his lap again because it was the most comfortable way to get enough contact.
They did get a few odd looks, but it seemed that Harry and Ron had spread the word of their predicament. Lavender and Parvarti, gossip queens of Hogwarts, sauntered over to Draco and Hermione towards the end of lunch.
"So…" said Lavender.
"Hermione…" said Parvarti.
The two girls giggled.
"We heard," said Lavender.
"That you and Draco," continued Parvarti.
"Are under some sort of,"
"Love spell"
"And we were wondering,"
"If you and Draco"
"Are going out,
Giggle, giggle, giggle.
"Yes we are under a spell, we must be touching at all times," said Draco.
"No we are not going out!" said Hermione, "Now go away please,"
"Fine," said Lavender.
"No need to be rude," said Parvarti.
As they walked away, Draco asked Hermione why she got so upset.
"You know them; they're bound to spread rumors wherever they go. The less you talk to them the better," said Hermione.
"We should have told them the truth and let them spread that around," suggested Draco.
"They would twist the story around and tell everyone we're shagging like rabbits," said Hermione, "And I'd rather not get any more odd looks while you're carrying me through the halls!"
"You know that particular rumor is already in circulation," said Draco with a smile.
"Yeah, I heard that," said Ginny who was sitting across from them, "But Ron had already told me the real story. How are guys doing? It must be really hard being together all the time. No privacy, everyone spreading rumors about you, I'd go crazy, I mean…"
"Thanks Ginny," said Hermione, "But it hasn't been that bad. Draco and I are friends, so I don't mind spending a lot of time with him. Now being stuck to Ron, that would be a problem,"
"I hear ya," said Ginny, "Gotta go; It's a long walk to Hagrid's hut. Bye."
"What class do we have next?" asked Hermione.
"There is a blank spot," said Draco after he took their schedule out of his pocket.
"So do we have a free period or what?" asked Hermione, "Because if we do, I want to sign up for another class. Maybe advanced…"
"No, it would say break period, but there is a blank spot," said Draco, "Lets go see Dumbledore."
After a brief meeting with the Headmaster, they found out this was time for Heads duty and all the prefects had a break period at this time. Dumbledore let them use his fireplace to get back to their dormitory. Hermione and Draco reorganized their room to better meet their needs.
They pushed the desks together and transfigured their chairs into a bench. They put their wardrobes next to each other and got rid of Draco's bed. They put their nightstands on either side of Hermione's bed. They then sat down on the bench to plan the prefects meeting.
"I think we should have them every other week," said Hermione.
"Alright," said Draco, "Next Monday, the ninth, we should hand out patrol schedules."
"Okay," said Hermione writing everything down, "Then on the twenty-third, we should plan the dances. We have to have two you know."
After plotting out the patrol schedules and doing a little homework, Draco and Hermione fell asleep with books serving as their pillows.