Hermione woke from her restless and light sleep to find a heavy weight on top of her. She attempted to open her eyes, but she was still tired, and the light was too bright for her eyes to bear. She raked through her hazy morning mind to try and remember what actually kept her awake all night. It suddenly rammed through her mind and she groaned. She definitely knew she had no feelings for him, but the whole weirdness and spontaneous-ness of the touch was just... She grunted as she felt the weight on top of her shift again. What the hell was that anyway? Her mind was sluggish, her thought process as slow as hands ticking to seconds on a clock. Hermione's hands pattered up to her torso where the weight was and stopped. The thing was soft and slightly fluffy. Pressing her fingers to it, a groggy yowl was heard. The thing shifted. Wait a second... Trying to be as slow and careful as she could, Hermione sat up.

Draco's cat mewed at her, cracking one eye open.

"Hello there." Hermione murmured, stroking Cassia's head. She was really quite beautiful. Her fur was pure white, and her fur was sleek, but still visibly fluffy. Her eyes were a rare bright blue. Cassia, knowing she wasn't going to get sleep anytime soon, sat up on her back legs and looked at Hermione. By now, Hermione knew Cassia must like her; evidence being that she let her stroke her, and obviously that somewhere in the night she had curled on top of Hermione to sleep. Hermione still feeling sleepy, looked at the clock. It read five thirty in the morning. She groaned silently and knew she had to put Cassia somewhere else so she could sleep. Thinking hard, she decided Draco's room was best. Picking Cassia up, she walked up to the door joining her and Draco's room together.

"Malfoy!" She said loudly, knocking on the door. A grunt could be heard.

"Malfoy, wake up!" Hermione tried once more.

"What? It's five thirty in the bloody morning!" Draco's sleepy voice replied.

"Cassia's in my room. Can I put her into yours instead?" Hermione asked.

"Five thirty in the fucking morning..." Draco murmured. Hermione rolled her eyes, and some shifts could be heard. "Sure, come in." Draco said, his voice clearer. Hermione opened the door, walked into his bedroom. Coming over to his bed, she saw him sit up and his duvets slipped down to reveal his upper body, wearing no clothes at all. For anyone else, seeing Draco Malfoy at that moment would have been a privilege. His hair was messy, eyes lidded, and his exposed body toned, his muscles taught with all the Quidditch training. However, Hermione just scowled, averted her eyes, and gently settled Cassia on Draco's floor.

"I'll be going now." She said, eyes still averted. She stood up and took a step forward before a hand was on her wrist pulling her back.

"Nuh uh." Draco said, his voice still slightly husky. Hermione turned around, glaring. Draco smirked. "Feast your eyes, Granger. This'll probably be the last time you see a body like this."

"You're full of it." Hermione said, disgusted. "Also, let go off my wrist." Draco's face grinned, his hand not letting go.

"What? It's not like you don't like me touching you. Take last night for example." He said in a low voice. Hermione wanted to strangle him, but her face flushed.

"Your hand was warm." She said, because that was the truth. Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Sure." Draco replied, his tone sarcastic. He took a moment to look over Hermione and smirk. "Nice pyjamas."

Hermione looked down at herself and inwardly gasped. She had totally forgotten to put anything else on top of her nightwear, which consisted of a basic camisole with lacy straps and grey shorts. They weren't extremely revealing, but it did their job to accentuate her figure. She scowled at Draco.

"You really like doing that, don't you?" She said, suddenly not bothered to argue.

"Doing what?" He asked.

"Showing me up. Or trying to embarrass me." She replied. Draco's face changed.

"You wanna know why?" He said, and Hermione had a feeling she was walking straight into some sort of trap. She just sighed.

"Sure." She said in a bored tone. Draco's face was unreadable for a second, before he leant forward, grabbed her arm, and pulled her down on top of him. Hermione instinctively yelped and tried to scramble off, but when Draco held her fast by putting his hands on her waist, she stopped. It felt as if she was prey to Draco, and at this point, she really didn't want to look at him, or his upper body. Still keeping a hand on her waist, Draco lifted his other hand and used it to turn Hermione's head round to his. Her eyes were wide as she looked at Draco, and his hand slipped down to her neck, pulling her closer. Hermione was holding her breath, and tried to move, but found she couldn't.

"It's not everyday you manage to rustle Hermione Granger's feathers, right?" Draco murmured. His hands finally slipped off of Hermione, and at last Hermione breathed out. Draco looked at her and proceeded to talk, as if the proximity between the two of them didn't bother him. It certainly bothered Hermione. "That's why I do it." Hermione finally seemed to regain herself, and pushed herself off Draco, not forgetting the feel of his taut chest under her hands. She looked at him and mustered the most deadly glare she could.

"Don't even think you can do that whenever you want." She hissed. "I'm not one of those girls who hang off your arm." Draco just looked at her, and it seemed like he was trying not to laugh. Hermione's mood turned even darker. Draco regained himself.

"Sorry, sorry. It's a habit." He said, holding his hands up.

"Right. Okay." Hermione replied, irritated.

"I'm going to go to sleep now. Try not to fantasize, okay?" He said, grinning. Hermione couldn't even be bothered to retaliate. His duvet shifted, and Draco snuggled into his pillow. Hermione proceeded to walk around his room, and some posters caught his eye. It was of Draco, in his Quidditch uniform, surrounded by girls. His arms were around them. In another, he was cupping the neck of a girl while looking deep into her eyes, still in his Quidditch uniform, while another group of girls looked on enviously. Obviously, all of these girls were Slytherin. His attitude in the pictures seemed no different than his attitude to others. This was solid proof that his touch to her face last night and him pulling her down to her was nothing out of the ordinary. Hermione blew out a breath in relief. She walked around to Draco's bed and looked at him to check he was asleep. A strand of hair fell from the rest and landed on his nose. He wrinkled it subconsciously and Hermione unthinkingly reached down and swept it away. She took a moment to contemplate what she had just done, before her eyes landed on Cassia, who had watched this whole thing curiously. Hermione stroked her, before walking like she was on autopilot to the door and going back into her room.
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A/N: Oh. My. God. I am so sorry for this wait. But yay! Some progression! As you can see, Draco is not in love with Hermione, and the same with Hermione to Draco. You didn't think I'd make it all happen that fast? :'D I really liked writing this chapter. I can't resist doing these little moments. Thank you so much for reading! Also, the biggest ever shoutout to DZAuthor AKA DZMom. I owe a lot to her because she's been helping me with my Author's block and giving me lots of ideas. Thank you so much!