Hermione Granger lay in her bed, trying to not sigh, and moreso, thinking of putting up a privacy spell. It had burnt her ears to know that Harry and Ron had heard her! But... but... but... if Lavender and Parvati couldn't hear... Oh, but they'd be nearby! With not even a door between them... except if draperies count, and Hermione's were half translucent anyway. True, she could get under the covers, if she wanted to end up soaked in sweat...

Screw it. Under the covers we go! Hermione hissed the privacy spell, as she let herself float on the lassitude and yearning that had seemingly crept up on her over the past few weeks.

In Slytherin's dorms, Draco Malfoy was much less inhibited, confining himself to just a simple silencing spell. He didn't mind if Theo caught him, because he was straight as an arrow, and therefore more likely to spread tales about Malfoy's size than anything else. And Malfoys always knew the value of a good reputation.

Over an hour later, they were both warm and content, even if they both felt like they were missing something...someone to share.

Draco Malfoy had woken in a good mood. He had nearly smiled (alone in the room when Theo was doing his morning ablutions). Unfortunately, it seemed that Pansy was undergoing some perverse sort of PMS, in that she was being completely haywire about being territorial about him. Halfway to Charms, she had shrieked at an entire herd of Hufflepuff girls (who, to be fair, were ogling him) that they'd better stay away from her betrothed. "Everyone's looking at you, Draco," She shouted, "Well, they can't have you! You're mine!" She said, and her jealousy was palpable enough that the sensitive Hufflepuffs began to tiptoe away.

Suddenly Pansy was looking at a person behind Draco, and shrieking (right in his ear, Ow.), "That goes triply for you, Mudblood!"

Draco Malfoy looked lazily at Pansy, and said, "Oh, don't be ridiculous. Granger wouldn't look at me twice. You and I both know that she doesn't have a semblance of taste."

"Of course I have taste," Hermione said, her hands curling into fists.

"Oh?" Pansy smirked, "Just look at the clothes you're wearing."

"ooooh, low blow, Pans," Draco chuckled, "Expecting someone with zero taste to understand."

Hermione Granger, by this time, had come to ... an interesting ... conclusion, "We're wearing the SAME CLOTHES! They're Uniforms!"

"Oh, are we now?" Draco said, smirking, "Come along, Pansy, this fashion reject isn't worth our time. Too much of a stick up her arse to realize when she's wrong, and won't take advice from her betters."

[a/n: Yup. Picking on Hermione now. Because, for once, she's really wrong.

I love this scene. It's fun to actually have Draco being in the right, for once.

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