A/N- This chapter isn't great, but the next one should be really good, if all goes as planned. ALSO, as you may have noticed, I got rid of all the chapter titles because I'm crap at coming up with titles(as evidenced by the title of this fic). And before I forget, I want to thank my second-ever reviewer, Ghostwriter71. I guess that's it(these are getting shorter and shorter; I guess that's what happens when I post a chapter every day lol). Anyway, enjoy, and please review!

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Hermione's eyes opened slowly. She blinked to clear her vision, before frowning as she took in her surroundings. All of a sudden, the previous days' events came flooding back to her, the wound seeming fresh once more. But those thoughts were pushed from her mind when she noticed an odd pressure against her head. She glanced up to find that her head was resting on the shoulder of someone dressed in Slytherin robes, his head of platinum blond hair rested on hers with an arm around her, fast asleep. Her eyes widened, and she shot up, pushing him away.

"Oh my God!" she began pacing furiously back and forth as Draco woke up, blinking groggily, before spotting her and glancing at his Muggle watch, eyes widening with shock.

"Granger," he said tentatively, "a-are you okay?" she glared at him angrily, gaze softening with confusion when she saw the genuine concern in his eyes. She didn't understand why he was doing this. She was still only half convinced that he wasn't a delusion, but there was nothing corporeal about his form, and she was nearly positive those rolls had been real. But that was beside the point. His expression was growing more and more concerned with every passing second as he watched her silently arguing with herself.

"D-don't you have class or something?" she asked softly, levelling a steady gaze at him.

"Never mind that," he replied, apparently relieved to have her talking, "what's up with you, Granger?"

She dropped her gaze, bracing her forehead against her hand as she stared at the bathroom floor, tears threatening. She let them come, trickling silently down her cheeks. She retreated to the stall she had taken refuge in before Malfoy had found her. He stood, moving to follow her, but she emerged before he could, clasping her book bag as she extracted a small slip of paper. She handed it to him, tears flowing faster and faster as she did so. She perched back up on the sink, clutching the book bag to her chest, and watched Malfoy's face as he read the slip, tears staining the smooth brown leather of the bag. Draco looked up at her, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"This? This is what you're so upset about?! A B?" he laughed incredulously, shaking his head with disbelief, "only you, I guess," Hermione's frown deepened, and he stopped laughing, matching her expression, puzzled, "um…"

Hermione shook her head, tears still pouring, "I can't be Head Girl now," she choked out. It sounded stupid now that she voiced her thoughts aloud, but it was true. She'd worked toward that her entire time at Hogwarts, and it had all been about to pay off, but now…. She recounted this thought process to Malfoy, who nodded understandingly as she spoke, but interjected toward the end.

"But, Granger, you get better grades than anyone else in our year."

Hermione shook her head, "Mandy Brocklehurst," she sniffled.

"Who the hell is that, Granger?"

"What do you mean, 'who is she'?! She's been my only real competition since we started here. She gets perfect grades."

Draco shook his head, before snapping his fingers, "wait! She's the blonde, right? The Ravenclaw?" Hermione confirmed this with a nod, the tears that had ebbed momentarily beginning to flow anew. Seeing this, Draco decided to change gears.

"What does it matter if you're Head Girl, anyway?" he asked, "we all know you're going to be successful."

Hermione eyed him doubtfully, "and who's 'we'?"

"Anyone here who knows you," he replied, eyes genuine.

"Oh?" she replied coyly, eyes playful, despite being puffy from crying, "and you're saying that includes you?" a lighthearted smile played across her lips.

"Oh, yes," he replied, flashing her a flirtatious look so ridiculous that it sent them both into a wild fit of giggles. Once the laughter had subsided, Malfoy glanced at his watch.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, "I'd better go, we'll miss breakfast," he turned to leave, shooting Hermione the same look as he shut the door behind him. She watched him leave, a smile still painted across her face, but was oddly sad. She frowned, confused by the feeling, before realizing that she was sad to see him go. Her frown deepened as she pondered this. Huh. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Oh, relax, she told herself. It's nothing. It means nothing. And yet, somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that it did.

A/N- I know that ending was kinda cheesy, but I swear the next chapter will be better(maybe). I haven't written it yet, but I have some really good ideas. Okay, I guess that's it, so thank you for reading, and please review!

~hermionegrangerandarocketship