CHAPTER20

That night Hermione wrote to Harry and Ron, telling them about her vision. But she didn't say anything about how she spent her day, although she said a couple of words about Melody.

Meanwhile, Draco was taking a shower and thinking about the events of today. If somebody told him a week before that he will be spending the day with Granger, he would call this person a total loser and beat the hell out of him or her. Well, what about Granger? She was okay, and she wasn't what he imagined her to be- a bookworm and a freak. So Draco thought she was fun to spend time with.

The next two weeks flew by faster that either Hermione or Draco imagined. They were hanging out together everyday, from breakfast to dinner and enjoyed each other's company greatly. Sometimes they were chatting away but in other times they were just silent and it felt alright, the silence was no more awkward or intimidating. Mr. Weasley came by a couple of times, but it was short visits and luckily he didn't see her with Malfoy. Hermione was writing to Harry and Ron once or twice a week. They told her that about the visions they would talk later because it wasn't safe to say that in letters. So her letters to them were merely about the happenings of the day, of course leaving our Draco Malfoy, of whom she'd grown very found… and vice versa, obviously…

On august 15th Hermione woke up to find an owl outside her window. Her first thought was that it was from Ron or Harry because she wrote them late in the evening but as she observed the owl, she recognized it as a Hogwarts owl. The girl frowned slightly, "I wonder why it is here, we already have our supply letters". Never the less, she let the creature in and it threw the letter in Hermione's hands and landed on Ally's cage to drink some water before flying away.

Hermione was right; there was the purple wax Hogwarts seal on the letter and it had the address written in emerald letters. The confused girl opened the letter and read it carefully. Her eyes grew wide and she squealed in excitement and delight. The letter said,

Miss Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you became a head-girl for the 6th academic year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The staff of the school and me, the headmaster, agreed upon choosing an extra pare of students from 6th year to fulfil the Head duties due to the Dark Times. Your fellow head boy from 6th year will be Draco Malfoy. 6th and 7th year Head Boys and Girls will have a separate dormitory. We are going to need all help we can get to ensure the safety of our students.

Best regards,

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, order of Merlin first class

She was a Head Girl! Wait, till her friends hear this! And talking about friends, Hermione wondered if Malfoy has gotten the same letter. She was okay with Malfoy being a Head too but she was a bit disappointed as well, Hermione thought that Harry deserved the position, "Well, maybe Dumbledore still thinks he got too much problems without the Head duties."

Hermione decided to surprise Draco if he didn't get the letter yet. So she tiptoed to his room as she was, in a light baby blue nighty that hardly even covered her bum. She came out into the Enchanted Corridor and shivered. It was bloody cold. She knocked on the door number 13 lightly but nobody answered, so she tried the handle and the swung forward easily. Hermione cautiously looked around the room and closed the door. The heavy blue curtains covered the single window. It was quite dark; the light came only though the gap under the door. The room was really tidy. On the desk a pile of books and copybooks was arranged neatly and clothes were folded carefully on the chair. Hermione chuckled, "Malfoy the Clean Freak", she thought. Draco was still asleep on his bed. The dim light was enough to see the cute peaceful expression on his face. He slept on his side with one arm tucked under the pillow and the other under his head. Hermione couldn't help but be moved, "He SO cute when he's asleep", she though looking at Draco. She eyed him more observantly, obviously he was sleeping in his boxer shorts and without a shirt cause his arm and chest were bare. "He's hot", Hermione couldn't help thinking. His hair was not sleeked back and was falling lightly on his eyes. "He looks so cute!" Hermione repeated again in her head. The corridor wind blew through the gap under the door.

If Hermione was cold before that, now she thought that her toes are going to fall off!

She climbed on Draco's bed, which was as humongous as her bed, and dived under the blanket. "I hope he won't mind when I'll wake him", she thought and getting closer to Draco whispered, "Draco, wake up, I want to tell you something, Draco!" He turned on the other side but Hermione wasn't about to give up. She sat up and put her arm around Draco, so she was looking at him from the top now, "Mr. Draco Lucius Malfoy, may I have your attention, please wake up!" she said in a teacher tone of voice. The boy stirred but didn't wake up. "Draco!" Hermione said with her voice rising a bit.

After a couple of minutes the answer came, "What? WHAT!", he turned around, "What are you doing here?" he asked in complete shock, eying Hermione who half sat half lay under his blanket VERY close to him.

She giggled, noticing his expression. "Erm… was there SOMETHING I don't remember?" he asked cautiously.

Hermione pinked a bit but in the dark you couldn't make it out. She had a big fit of giggles and wasn't able to sit strait for a couple of minutes, she just lay on the bed rolling from side to side and laughing. Once Hermione stopped she breathed in deeply, closing her eyes, everything smelled like Draco. The smell you couldn't describe. It was a combination of a manly essence and all the same something sweet, loving and caring was there. Hermione felt like she was in the arm of a person that she loved and felt safe with (that's how smells can torture and trick people's minds).

Hermione finally snapped from her daydreaming and turned to Draco. Even through the dimness she could see the same confused look directed at her. She gave a small laugh, his eyebrow raised, "What's so funny?" he said imitating a hurt tone.

"Oh, just if you could have seen yourself", she giggled again, "I just came to say something that you must be quite pleased about…"

"So you came, oh, that's the good part. Don't ever scare me like that again. I mean... I am not saying that I don't like you or anything…"

"You like me?" it was Hermione's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Darn! Me and my big mouth", Draco hit himself on the forehead with a palm of his hand.

"So you are saying that you actually like me… like a girl?" she pressed on.

"You know the answer to that, don't you? You are the smartest girl of our year", he said with an evil grin, which had nothing evil in it.

"I may know the answer but I want to hear it from you personally", she said putting on the same 'evil'-unevil grin.

"Okay, okay… I like you… as a girl… and as a friend, in fact you are the only person I can call a friend although I know you properly only for two weeks", he said looking strait in Hermione's eyes. They gleamed, reflecting the only source of light in the room, "So what did you want to tell me?"

Hermione was a bit disappointed because of the change of subject, "Oh, well, I got a letter today from Hogwarts and… it-said-that-we-are-head-boy-and-girl-of-the-6th-year! " she said the last words too fast because of the excitement.

"Whoa! Hold your horses!" said Draco, at that Hermione giggled, "Can you repeat what you just said, I think I didn't really get it"

"We… are… going… to… be… Head Boy and Girl…. from… the 6th… year", she said slowly, pausing after each word.

"But I thought Heads are only in 7th year! And why didn't I get my letter?" he asked impatiently.

"I thing you did, but the poor owl, who was delivering it, couldn't stay any longer and left the letter outside the window, lets hope that the wind didn't blow it away", she said, "And, yes, Heads are chosen only in 7th year but in the letter Dumbledore says that it is for safety of the students, now lets hope your letter is still there", she said jumping off the bed on to the cold flood. Hermione gave a startled yelp.

"What happened?" asked Draco worriedly.

"The floor is just really cold", said Hermione, moving to the window.

Draco finally could see her in full height. She was wearing just a really petite silk nighty. He couldn't help but stare at her body that was visible through the light material. Hermione opened the curtains and the light streamed through the window. She looked out of the window and saw the rain and the grey clouds. There seemed to be no end to them in the horizon. That explained the icy cold floor.

"I have a hunch that it's gonna rain the whole day", she said to Draco over her shoulder. He still couldn't take his eyes off her but she didn't notice that.

Hermione opened the window a crack and took a soggy envelope from the windowsill. Cold air rushed into the room. She gave a short squeal and closed the window. It was even colder than before so she ran to the bed and jumped under the blanket.

Draco was watching her all this time. He couldn't get enough.

"Here is your damp squishy letter", Hermione said, giggling, and, holding the letter with two fingers, she thrust it forward. It dripped really badly and, by coincident, it dripped on Draco. He gave a yelp, "Its freezing cold and wet, yew!"

"What did you expect? Dry water?" she said laughing and still holding the letter so it would drip over Draco's bare torso.

"Oh, Granger, you'll pay for this", he said getting up and walking into the bathroom. Hermione watched him leave. After a moment there was a sound of water rushing. She regretted her actions; she thought he was mad at her. So as Hermione just wanted to go and say that she was sorry, Draco stormed out of the bathroom with an 'evil' unevil but as always irresistible smile, the one that's makes girls go weak in knees.

He grabbed hold of Hermione and flung her over his shoulder while she was protesting half heartedly, "Hey, what do you think you doing? I am conscious and I can walk! And where are you draggin- Oh, you are sooo dead, Malfoy!"

As you, dear readers, could have guessed, Draco flung her into the gigantic Jacuzzi tub, which could go for being a pool anytime. And after saying the last threat, Hermione pulled Draco's hand and he fell on top of her into the water.