Disclaimer: All of my therapists must be lying to me; they say I don't own Harry Potter, only my characters.

A/N: Gracias a (Thanks to) nina-luvs-mnms, jazzymine91, and chipped-nails for their reviews. And I know that Malfoy is sorta out of character, but this is my story. Sorry for the long wait, but I really was having a hard time writing…

Anyway, back to the drama…

Hermione stared at her new dormitory in awe.

The room was cleverly designed with red, gold, green, and silver. There was a red and gold fainting couch with an elegant table settled next to it. The walls were covered with portraits that were staring and whispering about her and Malfoy.

She sat on the couch and lay down. Malfoy settled onto a chair and stared at her.

"What now…?" she asked, getting tired of his staring.

"Well, I was just going to say that your make-over made a big improvement. Sleep tight." He stood and started towards his room.

"Wait a minute… I don't let people insult me like that, especially men. Have you no pride and dignity. Apologize to me, now." Her eyes blazed with swirling gold and chocolate. The set of her face frightened Malfoy.

"Not until you call me 'Draco', you know, my name, Hermione…" Oh my god! Did that just come out of my mouth!

"Fine, Draco, now apologize!"

"I'm sorry, Hermione." He took her hand and brushed his lips over it as he did at the Pureblood balls that he attended. Too late to turn back now, he thought.

Hermione turned and walked with as much dignity as she could manage.

Her room was decorated with portraits, a red and gold four-poster bed, an armoire, and a beautiful marble bathroom connected.

Her clothes were already in the armoire, so she took a book and set it on the cherry wood nightstand next to her bed.

She grabbed her pajamas and headed to her bathroom for a late night bath to clear her head. She didn't understand Malfoy anymore. It used to be so easy. He was just a nasty, mean Pureblood, while she was a muggle-born to him.

After a half hour in the bath, she stepped out of the honeysuckle-scented cloud and dried off. She was still confused. Sleep would be best, she thought.

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Hermione stepped into the Great Hall, only to be greeted by Harry and Ron.

"How is your dorm? I bet it looks so sweet!" Ron asked without waiting for her to speak.

"Is Malfoy being rotten to you? Because if he is, I'll kill him," Harry growled.

"Malfoy isn't being Malfoy at all. His changed… he is being so much nicer to me…"

"I don't trust him…"

"Harry, I don't trust him either. Malfoy has become, well, deep. Difficult to understand." Hermione mused.

"Hhhhmmmmm, well, just be careful around him."

"Yes, Father Ronald."

"Hey!" Ron shouted, insulted.

Hermione turned, laughing, to her breakfast.

She was still unable to figure the change out. Maybe Malfoy, Draco, she amended, has finally gone through puberty…

She looked at her watch and was shocked.

"Come on, we'll be late!" she said, scrambling to grab her bag.

Hermione came to a skidding stop in front of the potions room, where Slughorn, who was still teaching, was waiting for them.

"Hurry up, Miss Granger! Come Potter, Weasley! You'll be late!"

They made it in just as the bell rang. There were three open seats, one by Malfoy, and two next to each other. Harry and Ron sat next to each other. And that left Hermione to sit with Draco.

She glared at Harry and Ron and took her seat.

"Hello, Hermione. Did you sleep well?" He asked her pleasantly.

"Umm, yes." She replied, getting her book out of her bag.

After that, Draco wasn't able to talk to her, and she was thankful. She was tired, because, unlike she said, she didn't sleep well at all. The dorm was too new, and Draco was being weird.

While she was cleaning up, Draco approached her.

"Umm, Hermione, would you like to go with me to Hogsmeade?" He asked sweetly.

Hermione's head snapped up.

"What did you just say?" she asked.

"Will you like to go with me to Hogsmeade?" he asked again, losing faith in himself.

"What the hell, why not," Hermione stood and stared at Draco, "Meet me at the front doors at 9 a.m. Don't be late."

She walked away, leaving Draco breathing easier.

A/N: I would just like to mention, that when Blaise was trying to grope Hermione, I forgot to write in that she was trying to get away. Just wanted to mention that for those who were wondering… And please, review. Click the purple button in the bottom, left hand corner. I also know that it is short. All I could manage.