Memo: Sorry for the Long delay. It's been school holidays and I didn't think about updating ; sorry for all those patient people. Also someone told me I've been stealing from breathinwhispers. Its actually the other way around. I told and asked her...nicely to take it down. You see I have this story on two other sites. I've been looking for a good review and I've finally found one 3 Anyway ONTO THE STORY! Please REVIEW as harshly as you can.

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Hermione slammed her hand down on her alarm clock the next morning, a small smile on her face. She felt so lively that morning; she was going to have a good day. She loved her good days… they were just… great.
She stood and stripped out of her outfit quietly and headed for the bathroom. After a quick and exhilarating shower she went to the counter where she had set all of her things. She looked sadly at all of her medication and decided to put that off until later. She couldn't have them until after she ate anyways. She'd have to do it secretly; she didn't want anyone to notice the fact that she was on any sort of medication.
She wanted everyone to just think and accept that she was all right.

She pulled a single pill out of each of the five small bottles and set them in a plastic cup. She brushed her teeth and combed her hair. Sighing, she looked in the mirror, she looked decent this morning. She knew that she would be getting a letter from her parents, checking in on her.

She held the small cup and left the bathroom. What was she supposed to do with it? Looking around helplessly, she found a piece of paper. She used a rubber band and closed it over the mouth of the cup and smiled, slipping it into her pocket.
She walked into the common room and saw Malfoy lying lazily on the couch, still in just those baggy pants, flipping through the Daily Prophet as if he had not a care in the world.

"You've already been to breakfast?" she asked curiously. He nodded, not looking up from the paper. He noticed that the breakfast on the coffee table was untouched. She stood and started walking towards the door.

"Granger," he said gruffly. She turned around and looked at him. "This is yours," he motioned towards the plate of food. "Peace offering," he said simply. She looked at him suspicious, but the breakfast just looked so tempting she couldn't resist. Hesitantly at first, she walked towards the table. She sat at the couch and quietly began to eat. It was still hot.
She wondered if he poisoned it,. She hoped not. She couldn't stop eating. After not having an appetite the night before she was ravenous this morning.

"You seem to be feeling better," Draco, said, still not looking up from the paper. He lazily turned the page. Hermione felt her eyes flicker over his body and then looked away in disgust. Not at the way he looked. She felt disgust at herself for even looking.

"Yes. I think I just had a cold," she lied as if it were the easiest thing to do. She took another bite of toast with blackberry jam spread on it perfectly. She closed her eyes and savoured the flavour.

"That's good," he said simply. She noticed how distant their conversation was, they were both trying desperately hard to get along. Just in the Common Room at least. Outside they would simply ignore each other's existence. Here they could at least carry out a distant civil conversation of simple small talk.

She finished her breakfast quietly. She took out the cupful of pills and poured them into her mouth. She took a big swallow of water and grimaced at the bitter aftertaste.

"What are those pills for?" Malfoy asked, his eyes flickering towards her as he set down the paper. Hermione went pale. He had been so quiet that she had completely forgotten he was there.

"They're just vitamins. Calcium and Vitamin A and Protein… one for my complexion and another to help manage my weight," she said. Malfoy laughed at the last one.

"Granger, trust me, you're thin. You don't have to worry about getting fat," he rolled his eyes and stood up, walking over to his bedroom. She stared at his back; it was strong, with thick shoulder blades and tight skin around his ribs. She could barely see his spine through his skin. His shoulders were wide and proud.
There was a long, thick pink scar that sliced the perfection of his back, diagonal from the top of his right shoulder blade to the bottom of his left.
Hermione was silent and looked away, playing with the small plastic cup in her hands. Guilt filled her. There was more to Malfoy than she gave him credit for. He was just so vile! Why couldn't he develop people skills and actually be nice to her? That would make her year so much easier.
Then again that was exactly what he was doing. He was being nice to her; He had brought her breakfast, hadn't he? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she had seemed sick the night before.
She was sitting on the couch quietly, staring at the cup in her fingertips.

"What are you waiting for?" Malfoy asked simply as he walked out, fully dressed. She looked him up and down and gave him a bright smile.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about what today was going to be like," she said. Malfoy shrugged.

"I could care less. You think too much, Granger."

'Not anymore…'

"Hmm," she just mumbled quietly. She felt something rub up against her leg. Crookshanks purred and hopped up on her lap. She gave him a tight squeeze and buried her face in the cat's orange fur. It was a very pleasant feeling and she was filled once again with warmth and comfort.

"That's one ugly cat, Granger," Malfoy said and pocketed his wand carefully. Hermione glared at him.

"I think he's adorable," she mumbled and kissed the top of the feline's head. Malfoy snickered.

"If you think THAT thing is adorable you must compare me to a Mountain Troll," he said with humour in his eyes. Hermione couldn't help but giggle. Not at the thought of comparing Malfoy to a Troll, but because the night before she HAD compared him to a troll.
The irony made her laugh.

Malfoy looked at her for a moment oddly. She withdrew and cowered at the authority in his gaze. She had never backed down from him before, but this morning there was something different.

"What's that?" he asked and pointed to the back of her head. Her hands went up there and she rubbed the back of her neck. She grimaced when she felt the thick welt there and each individual stitch.

"It's nothing of your concern!" she snapped and tossed Crookshanks aside before rushing out of the room without a single look back at the confused and handsome boy.