"Bloody hell!" he cursed as he rolled out of bed the next morning. His dream had not woken him yet he still felt like he hadn't slept all night. Reluctantly, he walked up to his mirror and looked in it, his mouth forming a perfect 'O' in response to what he saw.

Being a Malfoy, he had always strived to look his best but today his lack of sleep had begun to show. Slightly faded dark rings circled his bloodshot eyes and contrasted awfully with his skin, which seemed to be getting paler each day. He sighed and headed to the shower.

As he watched the soapy water swirl down the drain, his mind too began to spin and he suddenly felt light-headed. As he began to fall, he lunged at the shower head with a vain hope that this would keep him upright. Instead, he pulled it off the wall, letting out a low groan before falling into the blackness of his mind.

"Draco...? Draco...?!" she whispered his name as he began to move, his head still spinning, and her voice brought him back to reality. He raised a hand to his head and winced as he found a sensitive spot. Slowly, he sat himself up on his elbows and saw that he was in his bed, Hermione sat in the chair beside him.

She stood up and poured him a glass of water from the jug on his desk. While her back was turned he found himself looking her up and down, quietly assessing her petite figure. A smile crept across his lips before he remembered himself and collapsed back onto his pillow, groaning in a mixture of pain and confusion.

I must be concussed or something...

Draco took the glass from Hermione and nodded his thank you to her. He avoided looking into her eyes, or at any other part of her body for that matter. As he sat up to take a sip of the cool liquid, he felt Hermione walk behind him and plump up his pillows. He peered at her over the top of his glass.

Once he had finished his drink he began to feel more awake and it was then that he realised he was still naked. Suddenly very conscious of the situation, he pulled on his bed covers, raising them higher to cover his chest. He looked up at Hermione to see her blush and face the floor.

Damn it! The Mudblood saw me naked! I feel... I feel violated!

Draco desperately tried to remember what had happened that morning. All he could recall was ripping the shower off the wall as he sunk to the ground. Hermione must have seen his confused look as she sat herself back down in the chair and turned to him.

"You blacked out in the shower -" she began.

"Yeah I got that!" Draco interrupted her. She raised an eyebrow at him and continued.

"I didn't realise you were unconscious until water began to spill out from the bathroom. You took the shower with you as you went down and the bathroom flooded. I came in, and threw a towel over you," she added as she saw him stiffen, "and levitated you to bed." She clapped her hands together in her lap as if to say 'that's that!'

"So... how's the bathroom?"

"Fine. I cast a spell to dry it out."

"Oh well of course you did!" he mumbled and rolled his eyes.

"It's ok," she said as she stood, "no need to thank me or anything!"

Draco sighed. "Thanks... Hermione." he struggled to say slightly.

As she left the room, Hermione looked slightly shocked that he hadn't called her Mudblood or Granger, but didn't say anything.

Hermione? Hermione?! Since when have you called her Hermione?! He held his head in his hands and shook it disbelievingly. What is happening to me?

He lent back into his pillow and placed his hands behind his head, his eyes scanning the ceiling as if it held the answer.

After a short while of lying there he rolled out of bed, having produced no answers to the millions of questions that were running through his mind. He put on his robes, pleased to be dressed again, and walked into the lounge to see Hermione sat on the sofa, peering over something.

Homework or something no doubt! He scoffed before he began to hear strange noises coming from where Hermione was sat. Her back to him, he couldn't see what was happening.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Just watching a film..." she threw at him over her shoulder.

"But... we don't have a TV..."

She raised her hand above her head so that Draco could see a silver compact object but lowered it before he could tell what it was.

"It's a portable DVD player." she said as if she had read his mind. "My mum and dad gave it to me for my birthday."

"Nice..." he said before walking forward and bending over slightly to see what she was watching. As he took in a breath and smelt her sweet aroma he suddenly realised how close he was to her and jerked back quickly.

"Is everything ok?" Hermione questioned, pausing the DVD and turning in her seat to face him.

"Yeah, fine." he said before walking over to the window sill and perching on it. He wrenched open the window and allowed the wintery wind to fill his head, replacing her fragrance. Staring out at the grounds and the Forbidden Forest that lay beyond them, Draco didn't notice Hermione set down her DVD player and walk closer to him.

"Draco..." She said his name with such softness he was somewhat startled for a few moments. "...why aren't you sleeping?"

"I am sleeping!"

"Then why did you pass out in the shower?" she took another step towards him.

He said nothing and turned his attention to the Forest again.

"Draco?" The closeness of her voice shocked him and he turned his head just as she put her hand on his shoulder. He quickly shrugged it off and jumped up.

"Don't touch me Mudblood!" he yelled at her before running across the room and out the portrait hole, not daring to look back at her for fear of seeing her hurt by his much used insult.

Soon he found himself high up in one of the Quidditch stands, not quite sure how he got there. He sat in silence for a while, watching the occasional owl fly by and letting the cool air soothe his face.

"I hate her..." he whispered into the wind. "Stupid dreams, they mean nothing..."

He lowered his head to his knees and held it in his hands.

"She's an arrogant stubborn little know it all! A self absorbed immature little..."

She's perfect for you...

"Shut up..." he grunted, smacking his head down onto the bar in front of him.

A/N: Sorry if there are any mistakes here, it's un-edited as I am in a rush