11- Hermione POV
"He thought you were me," I could hear myself say, watching the closed door. I didn't know if he'd meant to do it, but Harry had sent me a feeling with the picture of looking up to see my face when he woke up. It was mainly filled with embarrassment, but there was a small, pure sliver that just felt nice to be held my Malfoy.
I started to follow him into the bathroom, but Malfoy stopped me. "What are you doing? What's with you guys interrupting people's showers?"
Well that's interesting, I thought. "He won't care. Besides, he'll want to show me his dream."
"Oh," Malfoy hesitated, "He kinda already showed me."
Oh. Very interesting.
