Not Even Malfoy's Deserve Angels.

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He didn't sleep. Not that he had expected to. How in Merlin's beard could one expect Draco Malfoy to sleep in the same bed as Hermione Granger, one of the top members in the Order of the Phoenix, and actually have a good night's sleep?

So he rolled around tirelessly. No position was comfortable, he always felt like he needed to be moving. What was even more unnerving was Hermione. She kept mumbling, and every time he looked over she looked a little closer to him.

As he watched her inch closer, probably in search of warmth, he formulated a foolproof plan in his devious little mind.

He was going to make Hermione fall in love with him, invite Ron over, have Ron catch Hermione and himself in a promising position, have them fight, have Ron end the relationship and engagement, comfort Hermione, earn Hermione's trust, escape. It was genius!

Just then he felt something warm rest on his bare stomach. He looked down to see Hermione wrapping her arm around his torso and bringing her close to him, laying her head on his chest. She flung a leg over his waist and entangled their legs. She moaned and he wondered just what kind of dream she was having.

"Draco," She moaned out.

Draco didn't move for another five minutes after that. He just stared wide-eyed at her. Now he found he didn't want to know what kind of dream it was. But then again he really did. He sighed, just deciding to relax and wait for her to wake up so he can start his plan. Suddenly she stirred.

He looked down at her curiously as she pushed herself up on her arms and looked down at him sleepily.

She smiled lazily and slurred, "I missed you Draco." Before she leaned down to peck him on the nose. She then lied down like nothing happened.

If he had had any chance of sleeping before, it was hopeless now.

Hours later her amber eyes fluttered open. Her eyes flicked to the window first, out of habit, and sighed inwardly when she realized she'd woken at four again.

She decided to get up and make some tea for herself. Until she noticed she was draped over Draco Malfoy who was staring at her in an affronted manner.

"Uh," was her articulate start to a conversation.

"You're laying on me, Granger." He said, pointing out the obvious. She nodded slightly, as if understanding.

"I noticed. Sorry, I get cold in my sleep." She said with as much dignity as she could manage, then untangled herself. Draco smirked when he saw her obviously eyeing his body.

"Want me, Mudblood?" He said, then bit his tongue. He had to put his plan into effect. He had to be nice to her. The thought had been put away ever since the moment back in the Three Broomsticks when she said, "Draco Malfoy, I don't care if you think I'm cheeky or whatever. I don't love you, never have, never will. You're a sick man. And I hope you are prematurely bald." She had added as an afterthought.

Draco inwardly scowled, but gave Hermione a small smile to give her the pretence that he didn't mean the harsh words.

She glared at him, but said nothing as she removed herself from the bed. The red nightgown she worse was modest enough. It wasn't hideous but he thought she could show a tad more skin.

"Hermione," He started, trying to sound polite, "what's for breakfast?" He asked as he felt his stomach clench at the thought of food.

She hesitated, "…For me? I'm thinking a nice hot plate of pancakes and bacon. Now, you…I think I could spare a bowl of porridge." She grinned at his misfortune.

Draco frowned but didn't dare complain to her, for he might let words slip. He nodded and stood, donning a pair of sweatpants from his wardrobe.

She exited the room in front of him, a delicate silk white robe on covering her, as if the nightgown weren't enough. He rolled his eyes and branched off to the bathroom. He closed and locked the door. He inhaled deeply and stared at himself in the small mirror above the sink.

His face was set in a frown, that seemed to settle naturally on his face. He tried to smile or smirk or even grin, but nothing felt right. He just wanted to leave.

The darkness around his eyes gave an example of his haunted mind. Had he seen his appearance like this a year ago, he would have chuckled and muttered that he looked like he had bloody eye make-up on.

But now he just stared at himself. Eventually he washed his face and the darkness yielded slightly. He frowned again and exited the bathroom.

Hermione was just taking the tea kettle of the stove, pouring it into a mug with a tea bag in it, instead of making tea the correct way. Or the magical way.

"Tea?" Hermione asked, holding the kettle up, like he didn't know what she was talking about.

He shook his head, suddenly not feeling hungry at all, "I'm not thirsty. Or hungry." He said, eyeing the ingredients for pancakes on the counter.

"Well, if you say so." She muttered, putting the kettle back on the stove and sitting at the table, across from Draco. She eyed him blankly over the rim of her tea.

He ignored her as his eyes raked over the kitchen again, in search of something, anything. He sighed and came to the conclusion he was really going to have to go through with his plan. His eyes snapped to Hermione's and he wasn't surprised to see her still looking at him.

"What?" He finally asked reluctantly, he really didn't want to talk to her. He'd be forever grateful if she just let him go, but there was no chance of that ever happening.

"Malfoy, when was the last time you slept?" She asked, putting her tea down, now that he had initiated a conversation.

"Last night." He lied easily. He didn't need her forcing him into bed, when he needed to be up and about, doing something. He couldn't just lay there.

"Don't lie to me." She warned, her eyes now narrowed and a firm frown on her face.

"I'm not lying, Hermione." He said, using her first name to distract her. It didn't work. She studied his face and frowned further.

"You look like you haven't slept for days." She said worriedly. He rolled his eyes.

"You expect me to sleep when I'm in danger?" He laughed once without humor. He couldn't help the cold look in his eyes.

"You're not in danger," Hermione said slowly, "You're actually safer here than where you were two days ago." She muttered.

The platinum blonde raised a brow, "In Moody's basement? How's that different from this…home?" He struggled with his need to insult her.

"…Because it's not a basement." She sighed wearily, "you know basements, collapse at any time, they could."

Draco eyed her strangely but nodded anyway.

"So…I didn't say anything in my sleep, right? I've been known to do that." She muttered, looking into her tea cup and apparently seeing something in the past.

Draco hesitated. Did he tell her that she moaned his name and then told him that she had missed him, then kissed him? No, he decided, secrets make friends. He sighed, "No, just nearly molested me."

She laughed nervously, "Sorry about that, I told you I get cold."

Draco rolled his eyes and muttered a short, "right."

Draco was bored. Completely and utterly bored out of his mind. Hermione had said she had a meeting with the Minister of Magic, who happened to be Kingsley Shacklebolt, but he didn't expect it to be this long. It'd been three hours and forty-eight minutes, and he was still magically bound to a waiting room chair being watched closely by an Auror outside Shacklebolt's office.

Just when he thought he'd lose his mind, the worst possible thing ever happened. Harry Potter came strolling down the hallway. He took one look at Draco, tied to a single chair with magic and a look of shock and hatred on his face, and burst out laughing. He clapped his hands as his laugh turned silent. He clutched his stomach and gasped for air.

"I'm sure this is just so funny, Potter, but you look and sound like a dying gorilla." Draco sneered. Harry was sent into another wave of laughter and soon another person came strolling down the hall, tailed by two others.

"Oh, now it's a party." Draco said, watching as Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and George Weasley all glanced at Harry, then at his shaking finger, then at Draco.

"Draco Malfoy." George said with amusement in his voice.

"WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT THIS!" Harry yelled from the ground, sounding tortured as he punched the ground, still laughing hysterically.

"Hermione said it was a surprise." Ginny said, giggling at Harry's mirth.

Ron was to busy glaring at Draco hatefully to laugh at him.

"Weasels." Draco greeted them viciously. Ron was about to say something back, but Harry interrupted.

"OH MERLIN! I HAVE TO HEAR THE STORY! SOMEONE TELL ME THE STORY!" Harry shouted hysterically from the ground.

George stepped forward and said, "Hermione sent Malfoy here a friendly little invitation to the Three Broomsticks for a birthday lunch. Malfoy was stupid enough to walk straight into our trap, and we got him. Hermione gave him a good speech on how she's used him all these years. And now he's stuck with her for the year."

Harry was quite literally crying now, and shouted, "SERVES THE BASTARD RIGHT! STUPID DEATHEATER!"

Draco had had quite enough of Potter, and was just about to yell at him with Hermione exited Shacklebolt's office with Kingsley himself in tow.

Hermione looked at the scene before her and glowered at her friends and fiancé, "What's going on here?"

Harry immediately stopped laughing like a switch had been turned off, "Granger, I believe I was having a chuckle with your prisoner." Harry said in an overly regal voice that sounded strangely like Draco.

Ron snorted and Hermione rolled her eyes, "jerk."

"I am what I am, Hermione." He said.

Hermione laughed, "Impossible?"

"I was going more for incredibly handsome and irresistible."

"Oh."

"Anyway," Harry said, "I just got back from France to see Draco Malfoy looking like he got caught playing a prank in Hogwarts, sitting in the Headmasters office." Draco glared harshly at Harry.

"Oh, well, seeing as I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, it only fits. Now if I could just find a way to steal Kingsley's office." She muttered the last part as a joke, and Shacklebolt, who had kept quiet, chuckled lowly. Draco, however, was looking quite shocked. How had he not known Hermione was the new Headmaster?

"I'd like to see you try." Kingsley said in that deep, accented voice.

"I'm sure you would," Her joking tone suddenly turned serious, "I was just talking to Kingsley about how I'm going to handle Hogwarts and Draco at the same time. We've come to the conclusion that I'm taking the year off. Luna will be filling in for me, while I take Mr. Draco here to my vacation home." She informed them.

"Which one?" They all chorused in annoyed voices. They found it irritating that they all only had at least two, when Hermione had purchased over ten.

"I'm thinking Siberia." She grinned. The others nodded their approval.

The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Hermione invited Ron over, so they were acting all lovey-dovey on the couch. Draco felt sick at the sight and excused himself to their room.

He lied on the bed, staring at the ceiling and he suddenly smirked. They were probably getting all their love in while Hermione was still here. They'd be leaving soon and Ron wouldn't be able to visit because most of Hermione's houses were apparently secret safe houses.

Draco would make Hermione love him. He was sure of it. And looking back on the night before, he didn't think it would be to hard.

But then the moaning started from outside the door and Draco wasn't so sure.

A/N: Hello! Thanks to everyone who reviewed/favorited/alerted! Thanks bunches!

I know Hermione isn't the Headmaster at Hogwarts, but I felt like it fit for her. We'll just say Minerva retired. Any other thoughts?

I felt the need for a quick update. Plus I'm bored out of my mind. So enjoy!