Over the next couple days Draco and Hermione talked a little at night but when they were out in the halls or in classes they were the anything but civil to each other, worst then the past. But people thought it was just because they had to spend so much time together. But it was just an act they were actually getting along. The classes started three days ago and they were already over-loaded with homework.

"Hermione, I'll be back down I'm going to go get something to calm us down with this work." Draco said as he ran to his bedroom.

"I'm fine Draco, It's not that bad." Hermione yelled through the door, but by the time he came out with two bottles, "What in the hell is that?"

"Firewhiskey and Vodka, I always keep it with me. Helps me calm down at night." Draco said.

"Draco! You know that, that isn't good. That is signs of being an alcoholic, when you drink everynight." Hermione said.

"No it isn't, and I'm no damn alcoholic! I need this to keep calm." Draco said.

"A NEED! You don't need alcohol. That is another sign of alcoholism! I know the signs Draco, my uncle is one!" Hermione yelled.

"Well then you should know that it calms you." Draco said monotonic.

"NO IT DOESN'T IT DESTORYS YOU! IT CAN MAKE YOU DO THINGS THAT YOU WOULDN'T DO IF YOU WORE SOBER, LIKE BEAT PEOPLE THAT YOU LOVE!" Hermione yelled as she got very close to Draco.

She yanked the bottles out of Draco's grip, and smashed them against the wall.

"WHY IN THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" Draco yelled.

"Because Draco, I'm not going to let you become like my uncle, beating people to a bloody plump, and end up killing someone." Hermione said as she ran to her room before tears spilled.

"Damn it." Draco said to himself but he failed to not notice the feeling of guilt.

So he walked up the Hermione's door and knocked, not knowing why he all of the sudden wanted to make sure that she was okay. But he's heart sunk when he open the door to see Hermione with a razor in her hand and placing on her upper forearm. He did the first thing that came to mind. He ran over and slapped the razor out of her hand.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU THINKING? YOU TALK LIKE ACHOLISM IS BAD BUT IT WON'T KILL YOU LIKE THAT SHIT!" Draco yelled.

"But it hurts to remember, and it's my way of feeling pain!" Hermione yelled.

"YOU'LL KILL YOURSELF!" Draco shouted.

"Leave me alone Malfoy!" Hermione yelled pointing at the door.

"I don't think so; you'll do that if I leave!" Draco said as his face was getting red because of the anger.

"Well if I die tonight, I'll do everyone a favor." Hermione said.

"If you want pity then you're talking to the wrong damn person. That's all you do is self-pity yourself. I may have been a drunk but at least I never thought of that!" Draco yelled, "If I stop drinking then will you stop cutting? Please."

"Draco, why do you care?" Hermione asked.

"I have no damn idea, but I feel like I can relate to you a little now." Draco explained.

"I'll try." Was all Hermione said.

"Try? You will!" Draco ordered.

Then Hermione did something that she never thought she would do, she hugged Draco. Then started to cry in his chest because he was at least five inches taller then her.

Hermione and Draco sat down at the end of Hermione's bed. Draco just held her as she cried saying that everything would be alright. She eventually fell asleep so he picked her up and placed her in between the scarlet red sheets. He then went to his bedroom and fell into a peaceful sleep.

The next day was Saturday and Hermione woke up around eight o'clock. Then the thoughts of the night before came to her like a bullet. She was so surprised that Draco was so nice. She thought never thought that those words would be in a sentence together. But she knew that he should be like that more. To let people see the real him, the soft and gentle part. She didn't notice when she thought of him a smile creped on her face.

In the next room Draco was also awake and thinking similar things. What happened last night? I was truly me, I showed someone. Not to mention Granger. If she tells Potter and Weasley that I was nice, it would be over the school within a day, I would be ruined. But maybe she won't. Why in the hell am I thinking of her? He was stunned. Maybe it was because he was nice to her, or maybe it's because of him being worried that she would tell everyone and he would get weird looks. I need a drink! He thought, I can't I told Granger I wouldn't! Then he wondered why he agreed to that, and why he didn't want to go against it.

Hermione, she was getting on some muggle clothes but she was oddly enough wondering what Draco would like on her. Well it was still a little warm out and she would more and likely stay inside all day, so she wore a black halter to which showed her perfect stomach (as people would always say), (A/N: people always say that to me and it's annoying) and showed a decent amount of cleavage. Then she wore a pair of tight jeans. She also straightened her hair, and put on little make-up.

Draco just wore a black muscle shirt and baggy blue jeans (something only those closest to him knew he wore). He didn't gel down his hair; he just ran a brush thru it. He didn't know why he was showing Hermione himself.

Hermione walked down into the common room and got a book titled, A thousand Potions for Honesty, She never knew that there were so many potions for that. She lay on her stomach on the floor and started to read. She didn't even hear the blond looking at her.

"What book are you reading?" Draco asked as Hermione jumped.

"A thousand Potions for Honest, and Draco I want to thank you for last night." Hermione said.

"No problem, just you would have killed yourself, and I couldn't have your blood on my hands." Draco said as he sat down on one of the chairs as Hermione turned on her back and was looking at him.

"I thought that you actually cared." Hermione said sarcastically, not even noticing how Draco was checking her out.

"Umm…why… are you wearing that outfit?" Draco choked out.

"I wear these clothes all the time on weekend when I'm alone or comfortable." Hermione admitted.

"Oh." Was all Draco was able to say.

"Why did you ask?" Hermione asked.

"Just doesn't look like something you would wear." Draco said.

"How do you know what I would wear?" Hermione asked amused

Draco stared at her but then said, "I don't know, just not something like that."

Hermione smirked as she seductively said playing around, "What do you like this?" Then she took her figure and ran it down the side of herself.

"Ye…no." Draco said as he stood up.

"Oh really now?" Hermione said.

Draco then got on top of her and kissed her with so much passion and lust; he acted on his thoughts right then and there. But after ten minutes of making-out, Hermione came to her senses and push him off of her.

"This is going to change everything." Hermione said as she was trying to regain her breath