Three days had already passed, with nothing happening in between. Hermione was sitting at the breakfast table, Draco obviously still in bed. It was an understatement to say he wasn't a morning person. Hermione glanced at the elves, almost falling over themselves to serve her, standing on the tip of their toes. Poor things. She heard a clatter and Draco burst in, his hair a mess, and his clothes thrown on, his shirt still half open. Hermione rolled her eyes and got back to eating, opening her paper. This routine was the same for every morning she'd been here. Draco was the most moody in the morning, and whatever he did, whatever he said, you had to be sure to keep out of his way and definitely not annoy him. Draco scraped the chair behind him and sat down with a thump opposite Hermione. Hermione sighed and put down her paper, looking across at him with distaste. Her eyes took a once over, and yet there was nothing seriously bad with how he looked. How on earth did he manage to still look attractive, even if he's literally rolled out of bed? Sure, his hair was messy... In a good way. His hands were clumsy... In a good way. His shirt was half open... In a good way. His eyes were still half asleep, in a good way. Draco's head tilted up, and he raised an eyebrow at Hermione.

"Really? Fantasizing about me this early in the morning?" He smirked. Hermione narrowed her eyes sharply.

"You should shut your mouth." She said, crunching into her toast, scowling. She just heard him snigger.

"So I was thinking... Want to do something today?" He asked haltingly, and Hermione stopped eating to look up.

"Like what?" She answered suspiciously, obviously implying he'd want to do something immoral.

Draco ignored her. "I was thinking... Hogsmeade?" Hermione put down her spoon.

"Hogsmeade?" She said. "Why Hogsmeade?" Draco shrugged.

"We're both bored, aren't we?" He replied, and that's all he said. The elves hurried in with his food, and he replied with a nod. They both ate for a while before Hermione spoke.

"When do you want to go?" Draco looked up.

"Maybe in a few hours?" He replied. Hermione tilted her head, and Draco looked at her curiously.

"I assume you want to pretty yourself up in case you see a girl worth flirting with, right?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Wow, Granger." Draco smirked. "You know me all too well." He finished eating and pushed his plate away. Two elves immediately rushed to the table and took the plates into their hands. Hermione and Draco both watched them disappear into the door at the far end of the room which led to the kitchen. Draco pushed his chair back and stood up, probably about to go and get ready. Hermione folded the newspaper back up and felt Draco's footsteps walk, before she felt sudden fingers on her chin, tilting her head up to Draco's face.

"Does that mean you're going to pretty yourself up too?" Draco asked, looking down at her, his fingers still grazing her chin. Hermione felt herself unable to look away in the few seconds Draco searched her eyes, before he took his hand away and walked out of the door with a sudden creak. Hermione frowned, looked at her plate, and then stared at the wall. Did that actually just happen? And what did he even mean when he said that, anyway?

A/N: I AM SO SO SO SO SO SORRY! And I know this chapter is so short! I just wanted to let you guys know that I'm still alive! It's just that school's been crazy and whatnot. I hope I haven't lost any readers? ...Hopefully? Please stay with me!