A/N: Hey peoples! Woo, 93 reviews! Lol, I remember when I was begging for five… ::misty, reminiscing eyes::random Quidditch broom falls down, knocks her on the head, bringing her back to the present:: Whoa! wobbles Heh. OK, onto the story.

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The first thing Hermione felt waking up was the pain in her back. She grimaced. Not wanting to think about the reason she was even on the couch, she got up and felt something fall off of her, into her lap.

Eyes squinting in the bright dawn sun, she saw a blanket that definitely hadn't been there the night before when she had lied down "for a little while".

She smiled softly. Who knows, maybe the peroxide ferret has a heart after all. Sighing, she got up. That, or the house elves pitied me. …I'm betting on the house elves.

Walking into the kitchen, she saw it was only 6:19 a.m. Leaning against the counter, she looked out the window, out on the misty, almost-ethereal grounds. Sometimes, when you look out of a Hogwarts window…it feels like you found Heaven…

Before long, she realized her current state of appearance, and went to the bathroom for all of the necessary morning things. Then it was back downstairs, for some hot coffee.

Her smile dipped a little when she heard Draco start moving around upstairs. She still wasn't quite sure what to think about him. I'm usually so sure about myself. But this isn't brewing a potion or replanting a shrub, this is the emotions of one of the greatest enigmas I've ever met. We can hardly pretend to be in love if there's hatred between us.

Her face heated up. She hadn't really thought about that part yet. If they had to pretend to be in love, they had to do couple…things. Her heart hammered frantically. Yesterday had been a whirlwind, but now she realized that ferret was the holder of her first kiss. A small smile twinkled on her lips without her even realizing it. 'My imagination didn't do him justice...'

Her eyes widened. "Did I really just think that?!" she shrieked.

A yawn came from the entrance to the kitchen (A/N: I guess she likes that room…). "Think what?" Knowing it was no use hoping, she turned around, and it was confirmed: the ferret was behind her, still looking half-asleep, with all his bathroom stuff done, but only wearing boxers and sweatpants, a half hour before they had to go to classes. If her face had been a strawberry before, it was a cherry now, and that subtle fact didn't go unnoticed by either of them.

But he let her off easy, not needing her to ask about the blanket in her defense. "Whatever." He grabbed her coffee cup, finished it in one gulp, grinned at her, and went to his room to change, leaving our favorite bookworm fuming. That was good coffee too! Hesitantly, she looked at the rim of the cup. ' His warm lips were on that…' said a little voice in the back of Hermione's head.

Her eyes widened, and she threw the cup in the sink, accidentally shattering it and getting a shard imbedded into her hand in the process.

She hissed at the sharp pain, and instinctively pulled it out, letting a small stream of blood steadily onto the counter. But it was OK, her blood was already clotting, and it was just a trickle now.

"Perixidiux!" she stated calmly, sending a spray of peroxide onto the cut from the tip of her wand. It stung, but she smiled. It was amazing what useful little spells you learned from accidents in Herbology.

Before she could get ready to wipe the small puddle, yes, puddle, of blood off of the counter, Draco came in, a weird look on his face. "Why do I smell blood?" Hermione lifted an eyebrow, momentarily forgetting her problems with him. What is he, a dog? She stepped aside, letting him see the mess on the counter, and the shiny 2-inch cut on the top of her hand.

His eyes widened, taking her hand and looking at it. "Feel like explaining?" She struggled not to turn crimson, managed to remain only at a flushed pink. "No, not particularly."

He rolled his eyes. "Stubborn onna no ko." She smiled. "You know it." Suddenly she realized exactly how they were positioned. She was backed up to the counter, with him right in front of her, blocking any escape, dressed in his black robes, her hand held softly in his, their eyes locked.

This is a lot like that time at Platform 9 and 3 quarters…Only this time…no whistles…

And she was right; his mind was on the exact same thing. How they had walked towards each other like in a dream, dazed and spellbound. Something twisted in his heart. Could he be feeling…possessive? He couldn't imagine her kissing any other man other than him, and it was scary and intoxicating all at the same time.

His eyes narrowed slightly. He was attracted to her, he could admit it, to himself anyways. And if they were going to have to pretend to be in love, then they might as well start…practicing, his mind reasoned.

Hermione's heart was beating so loudly she was quite sure all of Hogwarts could feel the powerful tremors. She was so captured in his beautiful, enticing eyes. And without either of them even making a conscious decision, they leaned in, their lips about to meet softly, the sun painting them with its rays through the window.

"WHAT THE HELL?!!"

Hermione jumped away from Draco like she had been burned. Or at least, she attempted to, but ended up banging her head on the cabinet behind her. Draco himself swiftly glided away from her, looking at the infuriated Weasley behind them with cool eyes.

Hermione gasped. "Ron? Wh-How did you get in here?"

The redhead turned his glare onto her. "The door Hermione, bloody hell and I thought you were smart."

Draco and Hermione shared a glance. That tapestry was only supposed to open to the wearer of the un-removable necklaces saying the password. Ron caught the look, but in his heated rage assumed it was a look of guilt.

Draco sighed. 'Just becuase it was nice at the Gryffindor table, doesn't make me like this red-head anymore than usual...'

His posture calm, he casually slipped his wand out of his sleeve.

Hermione's eyes widened as she saw Ron slip his hand into the pocket of his robes. "Oh no you don't! Ron, I don't know why you're here but there is no reason to fight foolishly over this! You'll hurt yourselves, and then I'm gonna have a huge mess to clean up!" Muttering under her breath, she waved her wand, and both of the off-guard boys' wands flew into her outstretched hand.

Ron was looking at her like a puppy who's Master had just yelled at him. Hurt, and unbelieving. "H-Hermione! You're gonna stick up for this bloody arsehole?!" His ears were turning steadily red, and that was never a good sign.

She sighed. "Ron, go to your classes." She threw him his wand. Quidditch reflexes let him catch it, but he was still looking at her like she just came from a different planet. But then his eyes hardened, and with a final glare at the smirking Malfoy, stormed out, slamming the door/tapestry behind him.

Hermione sighed, sinking onto a nearby couch, tossing Draco his wand too. "Great." But almost immediately she was up again, to go get her bag from the main living room. He watched her with eyes full of unreadable feelings. She sighed almost imperceptibly. I should've known. This is just my luck. Things couldn't be more confusing now, and it looks like I just lost one of my friends to help me through it. I can only hope Harry and Ginny will stay on my side.

The thought of her friends hating her made her heart stop for a moment, and tears leak out of the corners of her eyes, which she instantly hid. Steadying her voice, but with her back to him, Hermione walked to the door, pausing only to say "You should probably come down in a while, to sit next to me for breakfast. We have to get farther on the whole.. love, thing."

She then walked swiftly out, intent on getting to Great Hall to salvage her friendships.

What she didn't notice, was the state of the tapestry door.

Draco's eyes widened. He, however, did. The tapestry was shredded. The picture was unrecognizable, and it looked like a bear had clawed at it for hours, in desperation. And…what was that hanging from it?

A/N: OK, I know, I haven't been doing many class scenes, and Rhea seems to have disappeared. Well, don't worry. She was actually supposed to be in this chapter, but then this would've been long, and the next chapter would be way too short, so you guys have to wait one more chapter if you wanna see her and Depp. :D So…there was the beginning of the Draco Hermione romance. No, it wasn't a French kiss, just the soft lips touching.