Early the next morning Hermione was released from the hospital wing. She found out she had only been there overnight. Luckily Harry and Ron had dropped off the homework she had missed. She was also thankful to find she had an extra day to finish her Ancient Runes paper. With an hour left before classes started Hermione made her way to the library to finish the homework she had missed. She had only been there a few minutes when Draco strutted in and sat down in the sit across from her.

"Granger." He said simply nodded at her. She rolled her eyes and dropped her quill.

"Malfoy. Come to gloat about saving me?" Draco chuckled.

"Of course not Granger. I'm not so conceited that I need to do that." At this Hermione laughed out loud.

"Yeah right Draco. You're the most self-centered, egotistical person I know," Draco suddenly looked serious.

"Why did you just call me Draco?" He asked curiously. Hermione looked confused for a moment before she started stuttering.

"...I didn't! Don't be totally ridiculous." Despite her trying to hold it back she felt her face begin to blush. Draco raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

"So," She began, wiping her face as if she could wipe the blush away.

"If you're not here to gloat, why are you here?" Draco smiled at her.

"I'm here to talk about our little deal." Hermione nodded, not sure what to say. Honestly she had been up most of the night trying to figure out why Draco would help her.

"Well," she began

"I honestly hadn't thought about it..." Draco smirked and stood up.

"Procrastination doesn't seem like one of your habits Granger. Tonight I'll be waiting for the answer." He turned and began walking away until Hermione he heard Hermione call him.

"Malfoy?" Draco stopped and slowly turned, gazing at her from where he stood.

"Why did you save me from Pansy?" Draco felt butterflies in his stomach.

Why had he saved her?

"No one deserves to be stuck with Pansy. Especially a mud-blood like you." he spat out, turning on his heel and leaving a stupefied Hermione behind. Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes as Draco turned his back on her.

Why did it bother her so much that he hated her? Did she really expect him to say he saved her because he loved her? She vehemently shook the though of Malfoy loving her out of her head and wiped the tears from her face.

"Filthy pure-blood..." She muttered.

The day seemed to fly by and before Hermione knew it night had arrived. She had taken her time eating dinner, not eating much anyway. She waited until the hall was nearly empty before she made her way to the common room. She was shocked to find that Draco wasn't in the common room or in his bedroom. She shrugged. At least she wouldn't have to tell him the answer. As if she had thought the magic words Draco burst through the portrait hole, a goofy grin on his face and singing at the top of his lungs. He quickly stopped as he spotted Hermione staring at him with a very puzzled look on her face.

"Well hello there, how are you tonight?" Hermione stood frozen, not quite sure what to say.

"Cat got your tongue?" He slurred trying his best to walk over to the couch without falling.

"Malfoy, what is wrong with you! You're head boy; you're supposed to be a role model not...drunk." She finished lamely seeing that Draco clearly wasn't paying attention and was more amazed by the dancing fire in front of him. He suddenly stopped smiling and turned to face her.

"You know I think I'm going to be sick." He leapt off of the floor and into the bathroom where Hermione could clearly make out the sounds of heaving,

"What an idiot..." She mumbled. She made herself comfortable on the couch and waited until the coughing and heaving had stopped before knocking on the bathroom door.

"Malfoy?" With no answer Hermione opened the door and sighed when she saw Draco passed out on the floor. A rancid smell filled the bathroom as she stepped inside.

"You're so going to pay for this Malfoy..." Hermione mumbled as she pulled out her wand and pointed it at Draco.

"Mobilicorpus." She quickly got Draco into his bed. She was amazed how neat his room was. She didn't think Malfoy would be organized. Than something on the desk caught her eye. A journal.

She smirked.

Malfoy has a journal, that was classic.

Before she could help it she found herself opening the journal and reading the latest entry,

With father in Azkaban things seem to be getting easier around here. It's strange sharing a common room with Hermione though

Hermione stopped reading.

He actually uses my first name? She shook her head and continued reading,

After being a bastard to her for nearly 7 years, I don't know if she can see me as anything else but her enemy. I can imagine the look on her face if I were to tell her that I actually like her very much. She'd curse me into oblivion if Potter and Weasely didn't do it first.

Suddenly a noise pulled her from the words. She heard the bed creak and spun around to see Malfoy stirring in his sleep. Hermione quickly shut the journal and left his room. She ran into her room and slammed the door, throwing herself on her bed.

Malfoy likes me?

Hermione shuddered as she realized the thought of Malfoy liking her didn't disgust her one bit.

Oh God...I don't like him do I?