A/N: Well, whatever. Review!
"So, is there a reason why you're sulking on the couch getting drunk on butterbeer, when you know that butterbeer won't get you drunk anyway?"
"Is there a reason why you're such a fucking jackass?"
Draco smirked, his eyes twinkling in amusement. He sat down on the couch beside Hermione and turned to look at her.
"I would kill to hear you say those last two words again. Never knew you had such a Potty mouth, Granger."
"Shut up Malfoy, I'm not in the mood. And I don't remember giving you permission to sit here."
"Ah.. You're hair might be affecting your hearing Granger. You gave me permission to sit on the couch the day you said 'Draco baby, you're such a hot piece of ass and I want to shag you senseless.' Besides, this is my common room too."
"I never said that Malfoy, you pervert. And what does that have to do anything about you sitting on the couch?"
"Nothing, actually. Just wanted to see your reaction when I did."
"Well you just did, Congratufuckinglations."
Silence.
"You are aware that Potter and the Weasels are looking for you right?"
"Yep."
Longer silence.
"Look, Malfoy, what the hell do you want?"
Draco looked at her, his eyes suddenly serious. The smirk came off and his lips pulled downwards into a a small frown. Hermione got nervous all of a sudden.
"I want to know why you're crying Granger."
Hermione glared at him and wiped her eyes for any tears. "I'm not crying Malfoy. And why do you care all of a sudden?"
"Yeah. Sure. You're not crying and I'm the fucking boy-who-wouldn't-die. Just tell me."
"You haven't answered my question Malfoy."
"And you haven't answered mine. I guess we're even then."
Hermione sighed and looked at him, as if checking to see if he's genuine. She sighed again, and handed him a piece of paper. It was horribly crumpled and there were tearmarks everywhere.
Draco raised an eyebrow at her. "What the hell is this?"
"The reason of my despair."
Draco looked at her with an unreadable emotion in his eyes. "Aren't you going to make sure I don't tell everyone or whatever?"
Hermione looked at the fireplace again, her eyes looked blank. "I don't care Malfoy. You're not my friend, and I don't even like you."
Draco felt something clench in his chest. Unknown to him, Hermione felt the same.
"But," Hermione continued. "I've known you long enough to know that you're not the that kind of person to go tattling to whomever."
An involuntary smile came to Draco's lips.
"Well," He drawled, the pain in his chest long gone. "I guess you just have to trust me then."
"Yeah." A small smile formed on her lips. "I guess so."
"Malfoy?"
"Yeah?"
"…Thanks."
….
"Granger?"
"Yeah?"
"Anytime."