A/n: I don't own Harry Potter.

This chapter's going to be short. By popular demand, poeple wanted more than a oneshot, so I changed it. And here's chapter two! The next chapters will be longer, I promise, I just needed to get this up.

Chapter Two: No One Said it Would be Easy

Half awake, Hermione opened her eyes. She looked around and blinked. I must still be dreaming, Her thought faded as she drifted back to sleep. Her eyes shot open again. Class! She attempted to scramble out of bed, but a pair of arms had tightened their grip on her.

"Calm down, Granger, it's Saturday," Draco said sleepily pulling her back to him.

"Hermione," she corrected, turning to look at the source of the voice, and those arms, maybe I'll just stay here… shut up, Hermione thought, silently berating herself for thinking that, "MALFOY!"

"Draco," he said calmly.

"Why the hell do you have your arms around me?" Hermione demanded, "you insufferable prat, you probably Imperio'd me and we're in the Malfoy dungeons or something."

"Now, Hermione, is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?" Draco drawled, struggling to keep a straight face. He was rather enjoying the little fit his girlfriend was having. 3…2….1…

"BOYFRIEND?" she screamed. Merlin, I must be really out of it.

"Yes, dear, don't you remember?" Draco almost smiled, "We were playing that little game you insisted on, Truth or Dare, I think it was? And you had a little fit, by the way, you look so sexy when you're mad-"

"DRACO!" she yelled as she smacked him in the arm. He looked at her smugly.

"Yes, yes, I was getting to that. So you were screaming at me, and then you attacked me. We ended up in my little alcove where we shagged, and you were screaming my name, just like that," he smirked.

"Actually, if I recall, I was screaming "oh god" and "YES!", and not your name," her smirk faded into realization as the events of the night came back to her, "Fuck."

"Maybe later, I'm a bit tired, and we have all day, you know."

"Ugh, you're such a prick," she scowled.

"But you love me!" Draco interjected.

"Sure Draco, whatever you say. We don't have all day though, contrary to your belief, because I'm leaving as soon as we get this sorted out!"

"Ouch, that hurt," he said, pretending to look hurt.

"Whatever, I still hate you."

"Obviously not if you said you'd be my girlfriend."

"First of all, it was a dare! Secondly, we can't do this! I can't do this!" she cried out.

"Why not?"

"Because! You're a Slytherin, and I'm a Gryffindor! You're a pureblood, and I'm a lowly mudblood! It's always been Granger and Malfoy! You've ridiculed me for six years! How do I know you've changed? How do I know you're not going to drop me? How can I trust you! We're supposed to enemies! What will everyone think? It's wrong, I can't do this," she was on the verge of breaking again.

"Since when, Hermione, have you ever cared about what other people think?" Draco asked.

"Since this whole girlfriend thing came up!" she sighed, exasperated.

"Hermione, who cares? Who cares about our differences? Who cares about our status? Who cares that we were enemies?"

"Everyone! Especially our houses! Draco, I just don't know. I can't. I need to go."

"Wait. Since it was a dare, you have to be my girlfriend for a week."

"Draco…"

"Fine Hermione! But I wonder what Scarface, his sidekick, and the rest of Gryffindor will think when they find out that their mudblood Ice Princess whored herself out to me, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God."

The distraught look on her face was replaced with pure hatred and rage, and if that wasn't bad enough, her eyes were filled with hurt and anguish.

"You wouldn't," her voice was laced with malice.

"Try me," he growled.

She gave him one last look and fled.

Fuck! He had really screwed up this time. He had regretted saying those last few comments the second they flew out of his mouth, but he couldn't stop himself. She had gotten the best of him, as usual. How the fuck am I supposed to win her over now? He straightened out the alcove and composed himself before stepping out into the corridor and striding down to the Great Hall.

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Hermione ran. She rushed by some confused looking first years, and almost knocked into a couple from Ravenclaw. She was well aware of the looks she was getting, she was just too emotionally too wound up to care. She finally got to the Head rooms, collapsing once in the safety of her room.

It started off slowly. She just trembled at first. She was obviously trying to gain some control over all the emotions she was feeling. After a few minutes she was so overwhelmed, more overwhelmed than she already was, and gave in. Her whole body shook, intense raw emotion radiated off her, things started shattering; but she was oblivious to everything around her. Then the tears came. One trickled down her check, followed by another. Before long they were rolling down her cheek and splashing onto her disheveled clothes. She sat there like that, rocking herself back and forth, sobbing profusely, and alternating between screaming and whimpering incoherent things all while shaking, for quite some time. Finally the worst of Hermione's storm was over and she dragged herself up and went into the bathroom. She glanced into the mirror, and looked away immediately at the sight of the state she was in. She was a mess. Her tear streaked cheeks were red and splotchy, and her eyes were so dry and puffy she didn't think she could cry any more, but a few stray drops were still making their way down her cheek, jumping off her chin, onto the counter. Her lip quivered a bit still and her hair- oh her hair. It was tangled and dripping with tears, and the sections of hair that managed to stay dry were attempting to frizz. To top it all off, her clothes were not only all messed up, but they were soaked along with everything else. The mirror didn't say anything though. It had heard her whole meltdown, and decided to keep its mouth shut. Slowly she peeled away the clothing and got into the shower. The tap was turned too far, and the water burst out scalding, but she didn't care. She hoped that the burning sensation would take her mind off of everything and wash away her problems. Unfortunately it didn't, but the water seemed to sooth her and calm her down. Stepping out of the shower, she groaned. She was sore. Fuck. That's just fucking peachy. She sighed and went to rummage through her clothes for something comfortable. Emerging into the bathroom again fully clothed, she put a bit of make up on and pulled her brush through her hair. After muttering a couple of charms to tame her hair and scourgifying the mess in her room, she went down to the Great Hall to make an appearance.