Author's Note: Okay so hear is the next chapter. I still don't want to get my reader's hopes up by updating soo soon. I hope that I can update quickly. However this is a writing in progress, and I don't really know where I'm going with this. I know that I want a game of Truth or Dare in here somewhere. Of course there is going to be a little bit of alcohol involved with the game of course. Anyhow thank you for reviewing. Umm yeah I think that's it. Enjoy.

Chapter 2: Humming

Hermione woke up the next morning feeling off. She wasn't hung over but her body was feeling the effects of having drunk the night before. She stretched and her body screamed for the rude movement. Moving to the bathroom she had to share with the Head Boy she was still in shock that she had drunk with Draco Malfoy. They actually got along. What was the world coming to?

The girl was rubbing her eyes as she pushed the door open to the bathroom. Draco was already in there brushing his teeth. He looked over at her and greeted her by spitting in the sink and continuing brushing. Hermione joined him at the sink.

"Morning," she said reaching for her own tooth brush.

Draco nodded his head in response. Hermione arched her eyebrow at him, "Not a morning person I presume?"

The Slytherin spit, "Not really. You'll be fine just so long as you don't wake up with a smile on your face, and come in here singing about rainbows and butterflies."

"Can I sing otherwise?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Okay fine, you can sing, but I won't be held responsible for the actions taken making you stop."

Hermione laughed, "Okay no singing it is," then as an after thought, "You didn't say anything about humming."

Hermione started brushing her teeth and humming a little song that her mother had taught her when she was three. Draco looked at her in the mirror with a look of disbelief that she would interfere with his morning brooding by humming. Who did she think she was? No one ever even tried to talk to Draco before he had sat himself at the breakfast table. It was common knowledge that if you wanted to live to eat your own breakfast you don't so much as make eye contact with the boy. Now here was Hermione humming as she was brushing her teeth, and here he was not doing anything to her. She was right though, he didn't say anything about humming. He shook his head and started styling his hair.

"So it's official I can hum in the morning. Okay well I'll see you tomorrow morning. I think I'll be humming the score to The Little Mermaid," Hermione said as she finished brushing her teeth.

"What's the Little Mermaid?"

"It's a Muggle movie for children. It was one of my favorites as a kid. So tomorrow same time, same place. And I promise no singing," Hermione disappeared through her bedroom door.

Sharing a bathroom with Hermione was definitely going to be interesting, Draco thought as he too disappeared through his own bedroom door.

The Great Hall was at its usual volume of anticipation and anxiety that comes with being the first day of actual classes. Hermione sat with her two best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Harry greeted her with a 'good morning' and Ron just grunted.

"Can you believe that this is our last year here guys," Hermione asked, "Hey, Ron, share the wealth and pass the bacon."

"How is sharing a dormitory with Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"It's fine. He is Head Boy so there has to be a reason why Dumbledore picked him for the job."

"Yeah but he has Snape as a teacher. I'm not so sure that man has all his ducks in a row," Ron said skeptically.

"Honestly, Ron, you have to let things go. Dumbledore trusts Snape, and nothing ill has come from it. I'm sure he knows what he's doing when picking the Head positions."

"It isn't Dumbledore that we don't trust Mione," Harry said casting a glance toward the Slytherin table.

"Look you two better behave. I've got to get along with Malfoy I'd thank you to be civil with him. Don't make my life hard by picking a fight with him every chance you get, okay? I don't want you to be buddy buddy with him, but please don't go out of your way to cause trouble with him."

"We don't start anything," Ron started.

Hermione rolled her eyes. The subject was over Harry and Ron knew.

Harry cleared his throat and looked for a new subject, "So what did you do last night."

"You know me; get a start on what we'll be doing this year."

"How did the first night in the dorm go with having to share it?"

"It was fine."

"Really? No death threats? No arguing? No cursing each other?"

"Just a little argument, but seriously it wasn't bad. Don't you two worry about me okay? I can take care of myself. If I need you I'll ask for your help. But I don't need it. Okay? Now if you continue to be so closed minded about this I'm going to get up and go to the library. I can be doing other things than defending myself."

"We're just worried about you Mione. Don't get mad. We'll try to be on our best behavior when Malfoy is around. Right, Ron?" Harry elbowed Ron fairly hard in the side and Ron nodded his head in agreement.

Hermione didn't believe Harry for a moment but there was nothing she could do about it. There would be time enough to convince her friends that Malfoy wasn't going to be terrible this year later. She wasn't sure just how much Malfoy had changed. But she had lived during her smart ass gesture this morning so there was hope for the boy.

Across the Great Hall Draco Malfoy sat with Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson.

"So I see that you didn't kill Hermione Granger," Blaise said with is smirk.

"What's that got to do with anything, Zabini?"

"It's just an observation, ol' boy. I'm sure the dumber parts of the Dream Team are relieved. I'm sure they will be pulling you to the side sometime today to warn you not to lay a finger…or any other body part on her."

"Shove off."

"What's wrong Draco? Wake up on the wrong side of the bed," Pansy purred.

Draco just scowled at the girl. His two friends were going to give him hell just because they could. It was one of their favorite pastimes. To see how far they would get before Draco would get up and storm out of the Great Hall.

"She was humming this morning. I think I wanted to hit her."

Blaise and Pansy had identical looks of horror on their faces. The shock of someone having enough intestinal fortitude to be happy in the morning while Draco Malfoy was in the room was unbelievable. Finally Pansy broke the silence.

"How did she live to eat her breakfast? You would have killed a Slytherin if they would have said hello."

"She's a Gryffindor. For all I know the whole house wake up smiley and join each other with a song and dance number before they come down for breakfast. I swear though if it happens tomorrow…" he let the threat go unsaid.

"You know I almost respect the chit. I mean to stand up to you Draco is one thing, but to hum while brushing her teeth," Pansy shook her head, "that is admirable. She's got a hold on you and you don't even know it."

Draco shot a look at Pansy that made her almost shudder. She had meant the comment as a joke. However, she knew that in that single look she had hit the nail on the head. Nothing good could come out of that. And if a Slytherin had heard what she said and take it for face value Draco's life was about to get a hell of a lot harder.

"So what did you do last night," Blaise asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Indulge us," Pansy piped up.

"I drank Firewhiskey with Granger."

Blaise almost choked on the food that he had just taken a bite of, and Pansy spit out her orange juice. They exclaimed together, "You're joking!"

"Nope. McGonagall told us that we had to get along and get to know one another. The only way I could stand to be civil with the girl was with liquor in my system. She seemed to agree."

"I just don't believe it. Granger drinking," Pansy said.

"She can hold her liquor too. That was a shock. She's up there with you Pans."

"Unbelievable."

"We are talking about the same girl, right?" Blaise gave a look over to the Gryffindor in question.

"The pride of Gryffindor herself," Draco said with a smirk.

"So what did you learn about her," Pansy inquired.

"Nothing that is worth sharing, and I don't think I'd share if I did learn anything."

"You did find something out. Come on, Draco, you have to tell. I mean this could be important. Getting one on the Dream Team would be great," Blaise persisted.

"No, I didn't find anything that we could use to get one over on those losers," Draco's mind wandered to the Hermione's tattoo. He scolded himself for the thoughts that accompanied the tattoo.

"How drunk did she get?"

"You two need to shut up. I don't think I'll be so nice this morning to deal with annoying questions after having to endure someone humming while brushing her teeth," with that Draco got up and vacated the Great Hall.

"Looks like it'll get a little more interesting to mess with Draco this year, Blaise," Pansy said with her eyes dancing with mischief.

"I think you may be on to something, Pans."