A/N: Alrighty! The people are finally going back to Hogwarts. They were a teeny bit out of character last time but that's okay. They are back in this one!

Chapter Five: Cozy Movies

The train stopped and all the kids got into their carrages. Hermione had to sit in the Head carriage with the one and only, Malfoy. Joy.

She entered the carriage only to find that Malfoy had not yet arrived. She then looked behind her and saw him walk away from Goyle and towards the carriage. Just before he climbed through the door, someone pushed him out of the way. She heard Malfoy although he was out of her view. "What the fuck potter!"

Harry's face then came into view.

"Hermione listen to me! I love you! I promise I do! I'll always -" He was interrupted when Malfoy roughly shoved him out of the way and climbed into the carriage.

"Oh Hermione I love you so much that I slept with you friend! Boohoo!" Malfoy mimicked Potter. "Buzz off Scarhead."

"Shut up Mal-" Malfoy closed the carriage door and looked back to find Hermione staring back at him.

"Thank you," she whispered softly. Dracos eyes widened. He couldn't just say 'you're welcome.' Wait, he didn't want to! Ya that's it. He didn't need to…

"Whatever," he replied.

The carriage had a mini fridge in it and Hermione helped herself to a butterbeer. She went back to her seat only to find Malfoy looking at her with a cocked eye brow.

"What?"

"Well I would assume you'd get one for the other person that is also in the carriage," He said like it was completely obvious.

"Oh fine." She grabbed him one and threw it to him. He caught it and opened it. Suddenly, foam started to burst out straight at Hermione! Her top half and some of her face was covered in the sticky liquid. I guess she shouldn't of thrown it…

"Ugh! Look what you did!" she exclaimed, looking for a towel or something of the sort.

"If only your tank top was white," he mumbled to himself.

"What was that?" She looked over to him.

"Nothing." He had a hankerchief that he carried in his pocket which he took out. Without really realizing what he was doing, he went over to her and started dabbing her chest and neck with it. He was honestly trying to help.

"What are you doing?" she asked, a bit in shock.

"I don't know… But my hankerchief is not as absorbant as I thought…" He mumbled. Suddenly, he started kissing her exposed skin above her tank top, licking the sticky liquid off. Hermione looked down at him and tried to push him off, although her body didn't want him to stop. This only motivated him more as he grabbed her butt and lifted her off the ground, so that her chest was at a similar level to his lips. Hermione let her head go back as she just enjoyed the sensations that she tried to ignore before.

She let one of her hands snake through his hair and pull his face closer. He started sucking on a bit of cleaverage until he had left a mark that would last. She noticed this and looked down.

"Malfoy! What if someone sees that!"

"Mmm someone like Potter? Who would hate if anyone else had you…" She could see what he was doing, and she liked it.

She smirked brought his head up to hers as she started to kiss him rapidly. Suddenly it occurred to her. She was kissing Draco Malfoy, in a carriage, and he was sucking butterbeer off her chest. She was not going to be another one of his little sluts that she knew about.

She pushed him off and sat down far away from him.

"What was that about!" he demanded, disappoointed that the moment had ended.

"I am not going to be one of your little sluts! And what are we doing! Have we forgotten who we are? I'm Hermione Granger and you're Malfoy. We are oil and water. We don't mix," she said, slowly coming to her senses. Malfoy was also coming to his senses. What had come over him? Why was he touching this piece of trash? It was like he was a diferent person. Well Malfoy was back

"You're… Right," he spoke slowly, "We should forget that this, or any of it, had ever happened. Deal, Mudblood?"

Oh great. Once again she has to forget about something. She was getting dejaview, but she agreed. "Deal."

The rest of the ride consisted of silence. Not a word was spoken, but that would soon change…

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Finally, they got to Hogwarts. Hermione quickly snuck into the bathroom and changed her top to a pink tank top and tried to wash of any of the stickiness that she could. She was completely fed up today. One more little thing and she could just…

The hickee wasn't coming out. "FOR MERLINS SAKE…"

…crack.

"… I OFFICIALLY CLAIM THIS DAY THE WORST DAY OF MY, HERMIONE GRANGERS, LIFE! MY FRIENDS ARE HAVING SEX BEHIND MY BACK, MY ENEMIES ARE TRYING TO SEDUCE ME AND I AM COVERED IN STICKINESS!"

"Oh would you shut up," a familiar voice cried out. "Why is it that you always invade my washroom? Why if I was still alive…"

"Bugger off Myrtle." She didn't have the time or patience for this.

Hermiones POV:

I walked back to the great hall where I took a seat in between Seamus and Dean. Rather good loking boys they were. I didn't ask if I could sit there. Today, I didn't need to ask for anything.

Of course they didn't mind me sitting there. Infact, Seamus put an arm around my waist. Everyone seemed to notice this, or atleast the boys who all seemed to have their eyes on me. Had I really changed that much? I noticed Harry as he never took his eyes off that hand. He looked like he wanted to cut it off with a chain saw. I smiled evilly to myself and shuffled closer to Seamus. Then I looked across from and saw who else but Malfoy. He was glaring at Seamus but then turned to me and gave me a disgusted look. I smiled with fake sweetness and continued to watch the sorting hat work its magic.

I was actually enjoying annoying the people that I hated at the moment. And now I was stuck between two fine gentlemen who would most likely protect me if any one of my hated people tried to approach me. This was going to be fun to watch.

When we had finished dinner, Seamus, Dean and I started to walk out of the hall when Malfoy stopped us. Ok well, me.

"Granger. Dumbledor showed me where our dormitory is. I have to show you." He said rather plainly.

I frowned. I really was looking forward to playing with the little hearts and minds of the two boys who now surronded me. "Aw ok. I'll see you guys later." I winked at both of them and they smiled back at me. What was wrong with me? Leading them on? Was I taking out my troubles on random innocent people? Maybe. So what?

Malfoy and I walked through a hall that I had never been through. It was dark and muggy, but my thoughts about it were interrupted.

"What the hell was that about, Granger?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, truly confused. What was he ranting about this time.

"You and the twin idiots."

"If you are refering to Dean and Seamus, they are not idiots. They are two fine gentlemen who just happen to be my friends. Do you have a problem with that?"

I didn't get much of an answer, just an unreadable grumble from my left. It didn't really matter because we had finally arrived at the door. It was a painting of… well… us. "Password, please," the picture Hermione asked.

"Oh shut up, will you? You know it's them now let 'em in already!" the irritated picture Draco spat.

"Shut up ferret face. It's our job!" I sure did like the picture me.

"Both of you shut up. The password is Peppermint Pickles," came the voice of a very annoyed Draco Malfoy.

We walked into the common room. It was a sight for sore eyes, I can tell you that! To the right, in the middle of the wall, was a fireplace which was already roaring with flames. Beside it was a television on wheels that consisted of a DVD player. Infront of it was a very large, dark red sofa that faced it. There was a gold and red rug between the two and a coffee table stood upon it. There were more sofas and small chairs around that area. Right across from the door was a large bookshelf that just overwhelmed me. On either side were desks. Probably one for each of us. To the left was the kitchen, decorated with silver and greek. There was one rectangle table that consisted of six chairs. The counter had a green top and a stainless silver build. There was also a fridge, stove, microwave, toaster and shelves. It was quite a cozy place. I looked back to my left. The wall had two doors that had two stair casesleading up to each one that were on each of the further sides. The one closest to us was mine and it had my name written on it. I assumed the other one was Malfoys.

It was still early and I just did not feel like going to bed, but I was curious about my room. I walked up the stairs, leaving Malfoy by himself, and touched the door knob.

"The next thing you say will become your password," I heard a voice speak. I didn't know where it came from but that was none of my concern.

"Something Like Love."

I don't know why or how those words came out of my mouth, but they did.

I walked into my room to find that it was decorated with gryffindor colours. How cliché. My clothes seemed to be already put into the dressers thanks to those poor house elves. I fell back on my bed and let out a sigh that had been dieing to come out. I didn't plan on leaving the dormitory tonight, so I got outmy pyjamas. I put on a white tank top and some short pink shorts. Suddenly I opened the bathroom door from my room only to find another door across it, also open with Malfoy standing in the opening. We screamed.

"No, no ,no…" I repeated. We had to share a bathroom? It was insane! Inhumanitary! No! This would be a perfect situation IF I had a death wish, but I didn't at the moment.

"Good lord, Granger. This is going to be one hell of a year." And with that, he departed from the bathroom. I sat on the counter and started to brush my teeth. Suddenly, I heard someone speaking, quite loudly for that matter. It was coming from Draco's room.

"Draco. I heard you had to share a dormitory with that filth people call a witch. I tried to consult the situation with Dumbledor but he said there was nothing to be done. So, son, I expect you to try to keep well away from her. Maybe we can have something done… And before your marking. That way there should be no suspiscions."

I then heard a sound of ripping and tearing. It was a howler. I soaked in the words that had just flooded my head. This was not good. A marking? The Dark Mark! Malfoy? Well of course Malfoy. If anyone in this school was to get the mark it would be him… I, Hermione Alison Granger, am sharing acommon roomwith a future servant for Voldemort. How splendid.

I was scared. I admit it, but this was no time to show it.

I heard footsteps coming closer to the door. I quickly slid over to the other side of the counter, not to look suspiscious. He opened the door and walked in. My eyes immediately shot up and met with his. He looked angry. I did not want to be there. He then looked at my oufit and chuckled to himself.

"What are you laughing at now?" The sternness in my voice did nothing to stop his enlightment.

"You. You remind me of a bunny in those colours."

I sighed. There was no denying it. Just call me when Easter comes.

I got off the counter and prepared to return to my room when my name was called.

"Granger."

I turned on my heel. "What?"

"What's wrong?"

"What are you talking about? Nothing's wrong. I'm perfectly fine." I dragged that on a bit too long.

"Don't lie to me."

"Listen ferret. It's none of your concern anyways." It was totally his concern. I was scared of him, the mark, his father, and anything else that I didn't know of. Sure, I'm in the Order, but I was still allowed to be scared, wasn't I? Well too bad, I was.

I'm guessing he saw the fear in my eyes because he started to walk towards me. I instinctively took a step back with each of his steps forward. Finally, I was backed against the wall and he was still taking steps towards me.

"Why are you backing away from me?"

"Why are you w-walking t-towards me?" Uh oh. I stuttered.

"So that I could talk to you. Are you… Afraid of me?" He asked. He already knew the answer. He was looking into my eyes. I looked away and closed my eyes. I didn't want to look at him. I don't know how to describe how it felt. It felt like he could look right past my pupils and into my every thought. As if he could read my mind and feel what I'm feeling. Maybe he could.

"Look at me," he commanded. What was a girl to do? I looked at him with glazed eyes. I don't know why but even though I felt like I was going to be slapped and wanted to cry… It felt so right just to be in his presence. A tear involutarily escaped one of my eyes. His face softened. I just did not understand this boy.

"Don't cry little mudblood…" He said in a nursery rhyme voice. I kneed him where no man would ever want to be kneed. He groaned in pure pain as his knees buckled, and he fell to the floor.

"Do not call me names, pig." I quickly entered my room and shut the door. This was horrible. I still didn't want to sleep. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the common room door. I quickly ran down to get it. I opened the door and there stood Seamus.

"Hey Hermione." He greeted with a smile. It was truly adorable.

"Hey Seamus, how did you get here?" I was curious.

"I asked Dumbledor for directions. I thought I might pay you a visit. I'm not really sure why. I thought we could just… hang." Seamus will never know how much I appreciated him at that very moment. Another person is exactly what I needed in this situation. In situation I mean the one where I am stucksharing a common roomwith Draco Malfoy, a future death eater.

"That would be wonderful Seamus! Come in!" He took a moment to suck in the luxurious room. I couldn't blame him. It was beautiful. I took his hand and led him to the couch. We sat down on the couch thinking of what to do. Suddenly, he pointed to the television.

"What's that?"

"It's a television. It… how can I describe this…" I couldn't find the exact words. "It kind of tells stories through pictures that you watch. It's quite amusing. Would you like to watch a movie?"

"Sounds awesome." I smiled. It's nice to have someone who will do things with you, like watch a muggle television. I popped the DVD The Ring in. I loved watching scary movies at night. Sure, I'd always regret it when I tried to fall asleep, but I never thought about sleeping until after I had watched it. I rolled the television so that it was more infront of us and then I shut off the lights. I then went back and sat down beside Seamus and watched the movie.

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End Of Hermiones POV:

Draco had heard the knock on the door, but he had heard Hermione answer it. He rubbed his crotch. He couldn't believe that she kneed him there. Why was she scared of him? Sure, he had taunted and teased her through out the years, but did he ever truly physically hurt her? He heard Seamus' voice.

Something was eating him inside. He didn't like Seamus, but then again, was it really Seamus himself who was bothering him? Or was it because Seamus was now getting very close to Hermione. He knew he swore to forget that random thing they had on the train and on the carriage, but it was hammered into the back of his head. The way she kissed, the way she moaned, the way she felt. He convinced himself that he didn't like her attitude or personality at all, but her body he could not deny.

He took one of the chairs in his green and silver decorated room and pulled it over to his door so that he could listen.

"That would be wonderful Seamus! Come in!" Oh you so easily let him inside our common room but I can't even stand near you? Draco was thinking as if Hermione could hear him.

"What's that?" The door. Feel free to use it.

"It's a television. It… how can I describe this…" she paused, "It kind of tells stories through pictures that you watch. It's quite amusing. Would you like to watch a movie?" I would've watch a mo- what was it? -a moonie with you if you had asked.

"Sounds awesome." Sounds cheesy.

He continued listening making his childish comments to himself.

End of Draco POV:

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Hermiones POV:

I sat there scared out of my wits as I watched the movie that I found lieing ontop of the DVD player, The Ring. Seamus seemed a bit frightened as well, but he did a good job of hiding it. I snuggled up close to him and enjoyed the feeling of his warm body in the late night. It was only ten o'clock, but it was dark. Suddenly, the character in the movie turned and I screamed and clung onto Seamus' chest, my head under his chin. Just as he put his arm around me, Malfoysdoor opened.

End of Hermiones POV.

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Dracos POV:

I listened to the strange sounds that were most likely coming from this teletimon.. Teleyingyung? Television, yes, that was it. I listened until I heard a scream which was definitely Hermiones. I quickly threw my door open only to find Hermione was safe and sound… In Seamus' arms…

"Get off of her," I commanded. Was he touching her? Why did she scream? It had to be him!

"Excuse me?" he asked, as if I was the most ridiculous thing he had ever seen.

"Don't touch her," With this I received a dirty look from Hermione. Maybe I assumed wrong.

"I will decide whether he can touch me or not Malfoy. You do not own me." These words hit me hard, but they were true. I didn't own her. Infact, I had nothing to do with her. Then I glanced at Seamus' arm around her. Rage burned within me. Then an idea hit me. I slowly made my way downstairs and sat down on the other side Hermione, not too close, but not very far either.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

End of Draco's POV.

A/N: Well how do you like it? I like this chapter. Can she make both Harry and Draco jealous? Does she want to make them jealous? Does she really have a thing for Seamus? Draco has just entered the intimate situation. What will happen now? I can't wait to write the next chapter. I have some thoughts...

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