Disclaimer: However much I'd like to, I don't own Harry Potter.

I woke up again to the feeling of strong arms around me. I turned my head to see if he was awake. He wasn't. I found myself watching him. He slept so peacefully. Blond hair a mess, not held up with its usual gel. He had a slight smile on his face, looking as though he hadn't a care in the world. "Like what you see Mione?" His voice was still thick with sleep, making it husky and damn attractive. Umm. Draco wasn't attractive? Ugh. I can't ignore it anymore. I definitely think he's attractive. I may even kind of like him. I shuddered. I had a crush on Draco Malfoy. Merlin that's embarrassing. If Ginny ever found out she'd never let it go. I'd spaced out and he was looking at me like I was crazy. Great.

My eyebrows furrowed. "Wait…did you just call me Mione?" He blushed. I didn't know he could. "Sorry. It just kind of happened." I smiled. No it's okay, that's a nickname I actually like." He smiled and pulled me closer. My eyes widened. Oh my Merlin he's shirtless. I'd almost forgotten about last night with the scars.

"Draco what are you doing?" "Sleeping." He mumbled back. I rolled my eyes. "It's already 12!" He made no inclination that he cared." I sighed. I'd have to bribe him out of bed. "You know, as Head Boy and Girl, we have the right to go to Hogsmeade whenever we want. I could be persuaded to go if you got out of bed." His eyes shot open. "Okay." I shook my head.

We got dressed and I pulled him towards the front door. He stopped me before we got there. "What?" "It's just, aren't we supposed to tell the Headmistress if we decided to go to Hogsmeade?" I shrugged indifferently. "I'm not feeling very fond of our Headmistress right now, she yelled at me in case you've forgotten. We're perfectly capable of looking after each other and ourselves. Besides. She was the one who told us to get along."

He smirked. "Hermione Granger voluntarily breaking the rules. Who'd have thought." She snorted. "You really don't know me very well do you? Do you even know how many times I've broken the rules in the last eight years? I should be expelled by now." He stared. "What do you mean?" I smirked. "Let's see, deliberately trying to get to the Philosophers stone, bribing a teacher to let me get into the restricted section for un academic reasons, brewed polyjuice potion in the girls bathroom in broad daylight when I was twelve, helped break a convict out of a cell, stole a Hippogriff that was about to be be headed by the Ministry, helped Harry with his tasks in the Triwizard Tournament, I was the one who came up with and started the DA right under Umbridges nose, I tricked her into thinking Dumbledore had a weapon and got her carried off by centaurs, I broke into the Ministry and damaged tons of Ministry property in the department of mysteries, I confounded McGlaggen in Quidditch tryouts, went on the run from the law, aiding Harry Potter, undesirable number one, broke into Gringotts, and infiltrated Hogwarts from the outside. So I've broken plenty of rules."

His jaw had dropped halfway through my speech. For the first time in my life, I'd rendered Draco Malfoy speechless. "You brewed polyjuice potion successfully when you were twelve?!" I smirked. "It was to interrogate you actually." His jaw dropped even wider. "What?! Did you manage to do it?" "Of course. My transformation didn't work, but Harry and Ron became Crabbe and Goyle and questioned you." He blanched. "I didn't even notice. Goes to show how thick Potter and Weasely are." I rolled my eyes. "They aren't nearly as dumb as you make them out to be. Harry's actually very smart. And Ron is definitely smarter than Crabbe or Goyle."

By then we had made it to Hogsmeade. I felt my stomach rumble. "Before we go anywhere, do you think we could eat? I'm starving." "Sure." He agreed. In mutual understanding we headed towards the Three Broomsticks, only to find that it was still closed for repairs from the battle. Slightly sobered, weventured towards the Hogs Head but yielded the same result.

I scowled. "The only other place to eat is Madam Puddifoots." He groaned. "Why us." I raised an eyebrow. "I thought you would like that place. You've probably been there enough times." "I've actually never been in there. I wasn't about to take anyone I wasn't serious about on a date. And seeing as I was never serious about anyone I've never been in there." Is studied him curiously. "Anyways, I guess we should go in. We'll match all the other couples, what with us holding hands and all." I shook our hands that were still stuck together.

He smiled. We sat down in the small restaurant. I was quite uncomfortable. The tables all around us were filled with couples much too close to each other for my liking. Not that I particularly minded people snogging, I just don't like having to watch people snog. We sat in a slightly uncomfortable silence while we waited for our order.

"So. I've told you about me, it's your turn." He raised an eyebrow. "Alright, what do you want to know?" I studied him thoughtfully. "What are your favourite things to do?" He smiled. "That's easy. Play Quidditch, read, hunt magical creatures, just to see them not to kill them, and then take pictures of them, and I love to play piano." My eyebrows shot up. "I didn't know you play piano." "No one does. Except mother, and now you." I blushed. "You know Hermione, we actually have a lot in common. I enjoy studying and learning new things, I'll do anything for my friends, I've got scars, I think there's always time for a good book and I'm pretty smart if I do say so myself."

I smiled up at him. "I guess we do. And I play piano too. Beethoven's my favourite." He smirked. "Chopin." I raised my eyebrows. "I had you pegged for more of a Bach enthusiast." He smiled. "There isn't enough feeling in Bach for me." There was electricity in our gaze. "I'd love to hear you play Chopin." He smiled at me. "One of these days, I promise you I'll play you my favourite Chopin song."

I was actually having an amazing time; he was a great conversationist, and also a great debater. We debated about house elf rights for a good half hour, but it was never rude or overly heated, and his opinions were surprisingly thought out and accurate.

We'd been enjoying each other's company for hours. I started at the time. "We'd better head back before McGonagall sends out a search party. Which she will if we miss dinner." We walked back to the castle hand in hand in amicable silence. Dinner was once again a quiet affair, Ginny was still in the Room of Requirement with Harry, and Blaise was seen sitting at the Ravenclaw table beside Luna.

"When did that happen?" I asked Draco, nodding my head to the Italian. He smirked and leaned in closer confidentially. He was very close to me and it was very distracting. "Since the start of term. They're good together in a weird sort of way." I smiled. "They look great together." He nodded. "Hermione, I'm Quidditch captain this year and I need to practice a bit before tryouts so I look good. Are you up for a broom ride later?" "No. Absolutely not. I refuse to get on any sport of broom. Besides how are we supposed to fly with our hands stuck together like this?"

He frowned. Then his face lit up. "You sit on the front and I sit behind you with my normal hand where it should be and my left arm crossed over you so it can hold the front of the broom too." I growled. "My answer is still no." "Aw come on Mione I promise I won't let you fall. And I haven't flown a broom in a year, I need to make sure I'm up to par. A captain has to be good or else the whole team falls apart."

He pleaded with those eyes of his and I hated myself for caving in to the look. "Fine. But I make it back to the ground unharmed or you're going to be in so much trouble." He grinned widely. "Deal."

He all but dragged me back to the dormitory to change and then grab his broom. We awkwardly got on to the broom, maneuvering so he could steer. I could feel every inch of his chest pressing into me, his breath was tickling my ear. "Ready?" He asked. Gulping, I nodded. "Ready."

He pushed off from the ground and I closed my eyes fast as I felt us gaining height. I cursed the fact that I was in front and gripped the broom and his hand with a vice like grip. After a little while, I felt us level out at a slower speed. "Hermione open your eyes you've got to see this view!" Very reluctantly, I did as I was told and gasped at the sight. "It's gorgeous!" "Yeah, it is." He replied. There was a different quality to his voice, an emotion I've never heard in him before. I couldn't place it, so I ignored it.

We turned around and headed back to Hogwarts, and this time I managed to keep my eyes open the whole time. As we neared the Quidditch pitch, I saw two figures standing there. I paled as we got closer. Ginny and Blaise. Draco groaned. "Do you see them too?" "Yeah."

We touched down right in front of them. "How'd you know where we were?" "Well after dinner we saw you guys going somewhere so we nicked the map from your trunk and decided to see where you were going. I can't believe Malfoy got you on a broom. How much convincing did that take?" I glared at my best friend. "Not very much actually." Draco answered for me. I turned and glared at him. "What? It's true." I growled. "Oh is it now?" Blaise looked very amused.

"Shut it Zabini. So you and Luna hey? Didn't see that coming." Ginny's jaw dropped. "You're going out with Luna? Sorry guys, Mione, I'll see you later. I've got some details to catch up on." I rolled my eyes at her. "Anyways, we have classes tomorrow so Draco and I are going to bed." He raised an eyebrow. "Oh it's Draco now is it?" I growled and dragged a laughing Draco up to the tower.

We repeated our changing routine and got into bed. I inhaled his scent. Merlin I was done for, I'm sniffing him. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice.

"Goodnight Draco." "Goodnight Hermione. Sweet dreams."