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What is going on with me? Hermione questioned herself mentally. Why am I doing this? Hours ago I was madly in love with Ron and now I had been considering kissing Draco! Draco Malfoy of all people!

Hermione had been quietly yelling at herself since she and Draco sat back down at the table and started working on the Revive potions again. The events of the night had been… Interesting, to say the least, and she had no idea why she was acting the way that she was. Above all else, Hermione felt guilty beyond her imagination. She felt awful about the way her thoughts had gone and from her actions.

Hermione forced herself to concentrate as she continued to chop the wiggentree bark into equal, small pieces. She watched Draco out of the corner of her eye, mysteriously curious as to what was going through his mind at that moment, too. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop thinking of how close they had been and how much she had wanted to kiss him in that moment. She wondered if he, too, had been thinking about what had happened and how they had almost kissed.

Shaking her head, she dropped the wiggentree bark into the cauldrons and stirred them. With the wiggentree bark added, the two of them no longer needed to add any more ingredients to either potion. The only thing they could do was wait the remaining three hours needed and return to the Memory potions. Each of the two potions required four separate parts to their brewing, the parts broken up by hours of waiting time. The time the potions took to brew had reminded Hermione of her second year and brewing the extremely complicated Polyjuice potion in Myrtle's bathroom.

Sighing, Hermione stood and stretched. Draco, too, stood from his chair and began stretching. Hermione sighed again, looking around the room, trying to find something to occupy her time as they waited. Finding nothing, she sighed again.

"Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to go to my common room real fast and grab something."

Draco just looked at her, resolved against replying. Figuring this meant she was free to leave, Hermione quickly dashed out of the room. Walking along the corridor, she had hoped she wouldn't run into any prefects or teachers as she went back up to her common room. She wasn't sure about the time, but she knew it was extremely late and that her and Draco were out passed curfew. Hermione hadn't been told what would happen after they left from brewing the potions and she believed that Professor McGonagall had told the staff and prefects that she and Draco were allowed out after hours.

Hermione didn't meet anyone as she walked towards Gryffindor Tower. Thinking that she should probably hurry so she wasn't gone too long, she began speed-walking, taking the stairs two at a time. Arriving at the portrait of The Fat Lady, she said the password and quietly entered the common room.

No one was awake as she entered. Still tip-toeing, she made her way up to the girl's dormitory, grabbed a blanket and her favorite book, the one she had been reading when McGonagall called upon her days before, and silently left the dormitory. The Gryffindor common room was still completely silent and empty when she left through the portrait hole.

Hermione entered the classroom her and Draco were working in to find it looking completely different. The two tables were now pushed against the walls, two large cushions, both draped with a blanket, now placed side by side in front of the fire. Draco was laying on the one on the right, his eyes closed, his arms supporting the back of his head as he relaxed.

Hermione walked across the classroom and lied back on her cushion, wrapping herself in the blanket. She assumed that Draco had fallen asleep and hadn't noticed her return, so she opened her book and started to read.

"I called on McGonagall while you were gone."

"Hmm?" Hermione replied, setting her book down and looking over at Draco. He still had his eyes closed and his hands behind his head.

"I called on McGonagall while you were gone. With the fire."

"Oh?"

"I wanted to ask her if she wanted us to stay here while we waited or if we could leave to our common rooms and come back when we needed to. She wants us to stay here as long as possible, so we can keep brewing these potions.

"She also told me that, because of the importance of these potions, we'll be missing our classes tomorrow to work on them. McGonagall said she already told the other Professors that we'll be absent from our lessons tomorrow."

Draco stopped and shook his head. Hermione watched him sit up and sigh before he continued.

"If you ask me, I think this is completely ridiculous, but there's nothing we can do about it. It looks like we're stuck here for the time being. So, with her permission, I made the room a little more… cozy, for the two of us."

Hermione nodded, picked up her book, marked her page, and placed it on the floor. She didn't feel like reading anymore. The news about her and Draco needing to stay overnight and through tomorrow had come as a shock. She also wasn't sure how comfortable she would feel sleeping in the same room with him, especially with the events of the night.

She knew, however, that voicing her complaints would be pointless. Draco was right, there was nothing they could do about it. Hermione curled herself into a ball and closed her eyes, cuddling down underneath her blanket. She had just started to doze when she sat up suddenly.

"Wait, do you have any sort of alarm for when we need to get to the potions?"

"Look behind you." Draco hadn't moved when he replied.

Hermione looked behind her and saw what looked like an ordinary muggle alarm clock. For a moment she had wondered where Draco had gotten it and why he had a muggle alarm clock, but she let it go quickly. Just like not knowing how hungry she was until she saw the sandwiches earlier, Hermione hadn't realized just how tired she was until she had laid down on the overly large, extremely comfortable cushion Draco had made for her. Utterly exhausted, she closed her eyes again without replying to her companion, and fell asleep almost instantly.

Hermione had heard the alarm go off, felt something move beside her, then the alarm was silent once more. She hadn't wanted to move, hadn't wanted to get up or open her eyes. She was so comfortable, so warm, and she knew that moving meant the end of all that. Instead, she snuggled down even more, keeping her eyes closed, burrowing her face into the blanket below her.

Hermione heard a soft chuckle above her head and felt a hand brush the hair away from her face. Instantly, she opened her eyes and sat up to find Draco kneeling in front of her, still chuckling.

"Come on," he said, "We've got to get these potions going or we'll have to start over."

Yawning and stretching, Hermione reluctantly got up and shuffled to where the two tables were. When Draco redid the classroom while she was gone, he had moved both tables so they were side by side and lined them up against the opposite wall from the fire. The two chairs they had been sitting in were also on that side of the room, angled to where they could both easily reach any of the six cauldrons they were using.

Rubbing her eyes, she sat down in her usual chair and began to crush porcupine quills. They didn't have too much to do to the Memory potions before they had to leave them alone to brew them. The Memory potions just required only three more ingredients, crushed or cut and added perfectly before they were able to go back to sleep.

They worked quickly, both wanting to sleep some more before morning had arrived. It was still dark outside, the sky looking inky black with very few stars visible. Hermione hadn't even wanted to guess at what time it was, she didn't honestly care at that moment. All she cared about was adding these ingredients as soon as they could, for she was still exhausted.

Draco added the last of the moonseed to the three cauldrons while Hermione stirred all three vigorously. The potion required five fast turns clockwise, three fast turns counter-clockwise, then another ten fast turns clockwise before it could be considered complete for the time being. When finished, it would turn a brilliant blue while still bubbling. After stirring, all three cauldrons had their contents turn the necessary brilliant blue, signifying they did them correctly.

Hermione and Draco both sighed at the same time. Smiling slightly, Hermione got up from the chair and returned to her cushion, burrowing herself under her blanket once more. The room was quite cold, even though the fire was still burning in front of their cushions. As if reading her mind, Draco pushed her cushion from behind, moving it closer to the fire so she could feel its warmth even more. He then moved his own cushion closer to the fire, too, causing the two of them to be quite close to each other. Neither Hermione nor Draco had minded, of course. Right now, their main concern was warmth and sleep.

After Draco had settled down in his own cushion, Hermione sat up, an idea coming to her mind. She got up from her cushion, grabbed her wand off the table, and silently cast a warmth spell over the two of them and their designated sleeping area. That way, even if the fire burned itself out in the middle of the night, the two of them would still be warm. Hermione laid back down on her cushion, sufficiently warmed up, and fell asleep almost as soon as her eyes were closed.

Author's note: Well, here is Chapter 13! When I first started this story, I never imagined it would reach ch 13, nor did I ever think I'd have as many amazing story followers and reviewers as I do. It's because of all of you that I'm still here, still writing and updating this story, so I wanted to say THANK YOU!

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