A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

Thanks for all the reviews guys! they mean alot! 3

Sorry this is rather late, i know i said i'd have it up thursday night, but i wasn't able to post it thursday, and then friday it wouldn't let me upload it. Here it is.

So the last chapter may have seemed a little weird. I would just chalk it up to the "after sex" high and Hermione not getting enough sleep, after all she was only half awake. Don't worry; they'll get together sooner or later. Enjoy!

Rough Mornings

The corridors were almost deserted, besides the few stray people ambling into the Great Hall, and Draco was glad for that. He stopped before he reached the entrance of the Great Hall and took a deep breath. Why the hell was she like that? It was like she didn't remember anything. Well, you did keep her up half the night...she probably wasn't fully awake. Whatever, cool and collected now, questions later. He steeled his expression to be blank and distant. So she hurt me, no one else has to know that. Satisfied with his appearance, he walked into the Great Hall, taking his usual seat.

"Ohhh Draco," Pansy purred turning to him, "Where were you last night? I missed you…"

Rolling his eyes, he turned to his best friend, "Hey Blaise."

"Hmmph," Pansy's scowl faded into a smirk. So he thinks he can ignore me, huh? She almost laughed as she rubbed her foot up and down Draco's leg.

"So what were you doing last night? You didn't stop by; Head's business with Granger?" Blaise sneered.

"Yeah, Head business," Draco said, coolly. "And of course, after, wh- PANSY! Get the bloody hell off of me!"

Pansy looked taken back, but didn't reply. She instead stormed off in a muttering rage. This is going to be a lovely morning. Draco sighed.

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"Hey 'Mione," Harry called when he saw her walk over. "Where were you last night? Ginny said you never came back to your dorm."

"Oh, I got into a fight with Malfoy –which is half the truth- and I didn't get back till really late," she said sitting down. Ron glanced up, showing the alarmed look on his face.

"Don't worry about it, Ronald," She said, before spooning some oatmeal into her mouth. Ginny was still looking at her, she could tell something was amiss. What's she hiding? I'll find out later. Hermione shifted uncomfortably under the younger girl's gaze. Don't look her in the eye, don't look her in the eye. She chanted in her head.

"So, Hermione, I guess today will have to be our girly gossip day, since last night had you a little preoccupied," Ginny said pointedly.

"Oh, um, yeah, sure, definitely. Let me just finish my oatmeal and we'll go," she said stumbling over her words. Shit, she knows something. She ate slowly, trying to stall. Casually she looked around the huge room, her gaze falling on the Slytherin table. Luckily, Hermione didn't have to worry about running into him in the Head's common room, for Draco was still there with a few of his friends.

"Mione, what are you staring at?" Ron asked, pulling her attention away from the other table.

"You ready, Hermione? Let's go!" Ginny cut in saving her from having to reply.

"Okay, let me just grab my stuff," she busied her hands fumbling through the various books and pages of notes she had on hand.

"Bye boys! We'll catch you later, alright?" Ginny said before walking away, Hermione in tow. Dumbfounded, Harry and Ron watched them walk away.

"Girls," Harry shook his head, and Ron nodded in agreement.

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Hermione was breathing heavily when she closed her door and flopped onto the bed along side Ginny. She had practically chased the fiery redhead through the corridors trying to keep up with her.

"So? Tell me everything!" she demanded.

"There's nothing to tell," Hermione said innocently.

"Like hell there isn't! You know I'm going to find out somehow sooner or later," she paused. "So you might as well tell me! Tell me something! Anything! Who was keeping you busy all night last night? It couldn't have just been you getting caught up in the library, I know that look. Something's up."

Hermione signed surrendering, "guess."

"Uh, hmm. No, not him, no. No, no."

"How do you know it's a guy?" Hermione interrupted Ginny's rundown of all the guys she knew that Hermione would know.

"I don't know. I just figured it couldn't be a girl, because you probably would have been back sooner. Wait, why would a guy keep you that long anyways? Unless you-" her eyes widened. She sat up from her lazy laid back position and looked at her friend. "You have that look, that look that-"

"What look?" Hermione pried.

"ThatlookthatIgetwhenHarryandIshag," she sputtered.

"Pardon?"

"That look that I get…when Harry and I have sex," she finished lamely.

"Wha- Oh!" she blushed.

"OH MY GOD. You did, didn't you? You had sex," Ginny exclaimed.

"Ah, um, uh, yeah okay so, uh, I did," she stammered.

"With who! Where! Oh my god Mione, tell me everything!"

Hermione sat there silently shifting on her bed looking quite embarrassed. She looked at her nails and bit her lip, unsure what to do next.

"Come on! I'm dying to know! You know I won't tell anyone!" she paused, pondering for a moment, "wait. Was it with Malfoy!"

"What? Why would you jump to that conclusion?" she said more sharply than she meant. Horrified at what she just revealed, her hand flew to her mouth.

"It was! That makes so much sense too! Who else would it be? I saw all the Gryffindor boys so it couldn't have been any of them, and we can rule out all the Slytherins, except Malfoy, and I didn't know you were friends with any of the Ravenclaws. So how was he? Was he as good as they say he is? Tell me everything! If you don't tell me I'll go ask Malfoy."

"GINNY! You will do no such thing!"

"Then tell me."

"Fine," she sighed, it was always a losing battle with Ginny. If she wanted something, she would do everything to get it. "Okay, -here goes nothing- so I met up with Malfoy for rounds, and we didn't feel like working on the project Snape assigned us, I know, gasp, but anyways. So I suggested we play Truth or Dare, cause-"

"What's that again?"

"Don't interrupt me!" she barked.

"Sorry," she smiled sheepishly. "I'm just excited."

"Don't worry about it. Truth or Dare is a game that muggles play, the one with the questions you have to answer truthfully, and the things people dare you to do. Remember? We've played it before," Hermione explained. Ginny nodded. "Okay, so we were playing that, and somewhere in there I was dared to take my knickers off, yeah yeah, I know, oh and he asked me if I was a virgin, which I was, till later at least. Sometime during the game I asked him why he hated me, and he gave me the usual rubbish about how I wouldn't understand, and all that. I dared him to try me, and he gave me the 'because I'm a pureblood and you shouldn't be better than me' speech and then we got into an argument and I ended up freaking out and screaming at him. And then, then I attacked him, I lunged at him and started punching him. He told me he liked me. He kissed me too."

A dreamy look washed over her face, she closed her eyes, reliving the moment. Ginny sighed impatiently, "and?"

"He led me to this room of his, and we…he..I…you know! Yeah… and in our, erm, throes of passion, he asked me to be his girlfriend, dared me really."

Ginny's open mouth formed a perfect 'O' as registered what happened, "that's so romantic! What'd you say?"

"Well, I sort of, er, screamed 'yes', uh, cause he decided to, um, um…"

"Um what? Send you over? Make you come? Orgasm?"

"Yeah, all of that. Afterwards, we were talking, and I guess he meant what he said about asking me, and I told him I did too. That's not even the worst of it," she rushed on. "In the morning, oh Merlin, I feel so bad, I was half asleep still, and I had forgotten what happened, so I kind of freaked out on him, and then I remembered what happened, and I kept spewing out all these reasons on why I couldn't be his girlfriend. I think I really hurt him. He said something really cold and Malfoy-ish before I left. The emotions just overwhelmed me, Gin! Waking up to Malfoy, our fight, everything! I came back to my common room and freaked out! I mean like full out broke down. I- I just don't know what to do! How do I face him after that? He probably hates me! Oh Merlin, he's probably told everyone that he bedded the Head Girl!"

"Mione, it's okay, take a deep breath. We'll figure this out." She soothed, trying to ease the obvious discomfort the Head Girl was feeling. Hermione had flopped over onto her stomach, attempting to get a hold of herself by burying her face into her pillow. Her breaths were ragged and a hiccup could be heard every few minutes. Her legs kicked, while her hands clawed at her hair in frustration. The red head sat Indian style next to her and idly ran her fingers lightly over Hermione's back. Her body went rigid at first but soon relaxed as Ginny started tracing designs and small circles all over her back. The hiccups ceased and the breathing quieted along with the kicking. Soon she was lured into a comfortable slumber but Ginny continued her ministrations a while longer. When she was satisfied that the older witch was going to be alright she gently rolled her over, so there wouldn't be a chance of her suffocating. Careful not to disturb the peace, she got off the bed and slipped off Hermione's shoes to make her more comfortable.

Surveying the room for the first time since she had entered earlier that morning, she spotted the food that Hermione had brought up the evening before. Three large plates were overflowing with a wide selection of sandwiches, various fruits, and a huge assortment of sweets. After popping a few grapes into her mouth and grabbing a chicken sandwich she wandered around the room peering at the pictures and trinkets that adorned Hermione's room. Pretty seashells were scattered throughout the room, giving life to dull corners and overlooked nooks. She looked at the pictures that had been tediously set on the window sill and the large cherry wood dresser, munching thoughtfully. Her lazy gaze roamed over the magical photos of Harry, Ron and Crookshanks, and then to the muggle still photos of Hermione's parents, various muggle friends, Hermione's childhood, abruptly stopping at a framed letter elegantly written. Right then, in Ginny's thought cluttered mind, an idea pushed through. Quickly finishing her sandwich, she rummaged through her bag for a quill and parchment. Kneeling unceremoniously at the window sill she wrote quickly, as her hand seemed to take up a mind of its own.

Mione-

You fell asleep and I thought I should let you rest since you probably really needed the sleep. I hope your nap was nice and you feel a bit better. Harry and Ron are probably wondering where you are, so you might want to go see them for a while so they don't think you've totally deserted them. Don't make plans for tomorrow. I've got plans for you and Malfoy. It will probably take all day so be ready. I'll cover for you, Harry and Ron will just think you're not feeling to well. Just trust me on this one, you may hate me tomorrow, but you'll thank me later. Have a great day and try not to stress out too much.

-Ginny

P.S. I fixed you a plate of food from the food you brought in last night, I figured you'd be hungry.

Grabbing the note, she walked back over to the food and conjured a plate. It was soon full holding a ham and cheese sandwich, grapes, strawberries and banana slices, along with some mint nougats and dark chocolate eggs. She set the plate and the note on the bed next to the sleeping form of her friend, and quietly exited the room. Once the door clicked shut, she giggled childishly as she made her way out of the Head's common room. She had thought of more about what she was going to do concerning the Head Girl and her male counterpart all the way to the Gryffindor tower, and as soon as she got up to the girl's room she set to work, putting her plan into motion.