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Chapter 4 - Seeing More of Each Other

Draco sat at his desk stunned. He couldn't believe with everything that happened last year, the failed attempt and the penalty from his father and the Dark Lord, that he was being trusted with another mission. And how could this benefit the dark movement? This couldn't possibly rid the world of muggles could it? No, there's no way.

Draco was so confused, but he knew the only thing he could do was go along with it and follow orders.

Hermione rolled over to the sound of her alarm going off. She smacked the button down and slowly lifted her head to see what time it was. "5:30, great," she muttered as she moved the book she was laying on. Must've fallen asleep studying again she thought as she made her way to the bathroom for her shower.

'Damn mudblood' Blaise thought, 'She's taking so damn long in the bathroom. Like any extra time is going to make her look good.'

"About bloody time," Blaise growled whenever Hermione opened the door. She already had her uniform on and was completely ready. "Can't you finish getting ready in your own room, mudblood?"

"Well I'm sorry I didn't know you would be getting up so early," Hermione said stepping around him.

"Yes well I like to look nice most of the time unlike some people."

"You should be more worried about your grades then how nice you look."

"Save the lecturing for Potty and Weasel."

Tired of fighting, Hermione made her way down to the common room to get her books before breakfast.

Down in the Great Hall Draco was waiting for her to come to breakfast. He was still contemplating how he would do what was asked of him. The Dark Lord has a reason for everything, but having a Death Eater befriend one of his enemy's best friends is risky. His order of getting the bookworm to trust him wasn't going to be an easy task. What information could he possibly get from her, he didn't know. At that moment, the girl in question walked in and made her way to the Gryffindor table.

When Hermione walked into the Great Hall she felt eyes on her. When she sat down she slowly looked around to see if she was just being paranoid or if someone was really watching her. There weren't many people in the Great Hall at this hour so it took only a few seconds to find the steely gray eyes looking back into hers. Just as quickly as she met the eyes, they turned away from her.

Across the room Draco was hoping that she hadn't noticed he was watching her even though he knew she had. Now seeing her sitting here, it made everything seem more realistic to him. There was no way in hell he could be friends with her. She would never trust him enough to tell him anything about their side of this fight, at least not in this century.

In potions, Draco arrived that taking the only empty seat left, conveniently located by Hermione. Fortunate for Draco, he could talk to her while they were working on the potion.

"Alright Malfoy don't think for one second I'm going to let my grade be ruined by you so just do what we need to and don't give me problems," Hermione demanded before Draco could say something first.

"Then how about you don't think I'm going to take orders from you Mudblood," he countered.

Hermione ignored his remark and started carefully dicing the onion roots required for the day's potion.

Draco sat in silence watching her wondering if he should try easing the tension now to make things easier for later. He finally decided to offer helping Hermione with the potion, but she just muttered something about him messing it up and continued working. Not being the best at starting friendships, Draco didn't know what else to do.

At the end of class Hermione was running late so she signaled for Harry and Ron to leave without her.

'Perfect opportunity,' Draco thought. "Hey Granger, you know I'm not as dumb as I look, it wouldn't hurt to let me help next time."

"Sure it would because then I would be excepting help from a Malfoy." She then turned on her heel and headed out of the classroom. Draco quickly grabbed his things and took off after her.

"You say that like it would kill you."

"Deep down it would."

"Whatever you say Granger, but remember, were Potion partners, my best friend is Head Boy, and were competing classmates, you might as well get used to me." Draco took one last look at her before heading to his next class.

Later back in the Head's common room, Hermione was sitting at one of the armchairs working on her homework when Draco walked in.

"What do you think you're doing here," Hermione asked looking up.

"I told you to get used to me Granger. Blaise lets me hang out here to get some peace and quiet."

"Well this is not your dormitory."

"Duly noted." Draco plopped down on the couch facing Hermione. "You know Granger I don't come here just to bug you. I just like to get away from some of those people."

"Then go to the library or your common room, that's what they're for."

"I wouldn't be caught dead in the library alone actually studying and in the Slytherin common room I just get bugged. They don't understand that I need my privacy once in a while, its hard being the Slytherin prince you know."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, but refused to answer. She couldn't believe she was actually talking to Draco Malfoy without him calling her a mudblood once or without her trying to hex him into the next century.

"So can you just cope with me relaxing here?" he asked looking up at her. "Great thanks," he said without waiting for her answer.

Hermione looked back into his gray eyes, noticing for once that there might be something besides hatred looking back at her. Before she could even think too much into it, he gave her the usual Malfoy smirk, but was it a smirk? She thought it looked almost like a smile, of course not, who was she kidding? Malfoy couldn't smile especially in her presence.

A/N: One of my longer chapters I would say. It was also updated earlier than normal. Go me! But as usual, please review.