A/N: Tis an update ;)

I know I'm a terrible writer as I haven't updated any of my fics in ages but rest assured to those of you who have read UMS, the wedding is in progress :D

-crosses fingers and hopes for the best!-

It was nearly 6 when Draco returned to the Dormitory. He was unaware of how long he had been sitting alone on the Quidditch Field, but he hoped the passing hours had given Hermione some space to forget what he had said.

It's doubtful…

He pushed open the portrait to find her sat in the Lounge. He took in a deep breath and, with less dignity than he had hoped for, said "I'm back."

"I noticed." Hermione muttered, not looking up from her books. He rubbed his hands together and sighed as he sat opposite her.

"What are you doing?" he asked, fishing desperately for conversation.

"Care of Magical Creatures research." He could almost taste the bitterness that dripped from her words.

"Cool…" he replied, ignoring his own disdain for the subject, "want some help?"

There was a slight pause before finally, she looked up at him. He shrugged and made his best 'I can be helpful' face; this caused her to raise an eyebrow before returning to her reading.

Merlin, this apology thing is harder than I thought…

He continued to look at her for a good 5 minutes or so, wondering what it would take for her to forgive him. Feeling his eyes constantly upon her, she looked up. "Can I help you?"

"Look," he began, "about earlier. I - "

"I don't want to talk about it." she interrupted him.

"But I just wanted to say I'm so - "

"I don't care anymore Draco. I really don't. I mean you've been horrid to me now for 7 years… why the hell did I think anything would change?" Draco tried desperately not to look her in the eye, but found that he couldn't ignore the slight glisten in the corner that resembled a tear.

"I really am sorry this time…" he knew he meant it. Hermione shook her head.

"Why do you even care if you hurt my feelings?" The edge to her voice had returned and he was currently being glared at with such force he was slightly worried.

Something inside of him flipped and he returned to the old Draco.

"Fine. If you don't want to believe my apology then fine. It doesn't make the slightest bit of difference…"

He stood and stormed into his room, slamming the door so hard that the books atop his trunk fell to the ground. He was furious.

"How dare she not accept my apology?!" he yelled into his pillow as he flopped onto the bed.

And why should you care if you hurt her feelings?

"Well I don't care."

Course not. That's why you're sulking in your room after she rejected your apology.

Draco was beginning to tire of conversations with only himself and his dazzling conscious; nevertheless, he couldn't deny that Hermione had looked upset. More so than usual.

You have to do something…

...

The creak of the portrait as it opened brought Hermione out of her trance. She had thrown herself into her work the second Draco left to cease the tears that she could feel just beneath her lids from falling. "Yes?" she said when no-one appeared.

A small cough made its way over the edge of the sofa and she stood. Looking over the other side, the pointed ears and balding head of a house elf could be seen. He looked up at her and smiled.

"Pardon me Miss, but Master Malfoy asked me to bring you this." As he bowed he raised the tray he had concealed behind him and balanced it on the arm of the sofa. Placed upon it was a hot chocolate, one that Hermione knew was so extravagant that only the Malfoys could afford to have it imported specially, and the biggest, most delicious looking cookie she had ever witnessed, even in the Wizarding World.

"Thank you." she smiled down at the house elf.

"May I go Miss?" Hermione realised that Draco must have requested the house elf with the best manners, purely for Hermione's sake, so she planted a kiss on his head before dismissing him.

She looked down at the elaborately made substitute meal before her and smiled. Picking up the cookie, she split it in two and placed it on a second plate.

"Draco?" she called. There was silence for a while before his door opened and he stepped out into the light of the Lounge. Without another word she held out his half of the cookie.

"I want you to have it all." he said quietly. His voice was croaky, as if he had been talking a lot, though to whom Hermione was not sure.

"I like sharing." She smiled at him. He finally smiled back and took the plate from her. "But you're keeping the hot chocolate."

"I'm fine with that."

Draco laughed and sat down. "So, apology accepted?"

Hermione took a long sip of the chocolatey liquid and sighed. "Oh yeah."

"Good." They sat together in silence, slowly making their way through their half of the cookie. For the first time in a few days, ever since the dreams had begun, he felt happy again.

A/N: Well, there is your update :P

I know I am a pathetic excuse for an FF writer but I have my GCSE's now in the next few weeks so I may not update… I'll try though (: