V. Wakeup Call

Sunlight streamed into the Heads' room through the carefully hand crafted crystal window. Black ashes left over from a previously raging fire sat in the cold fireplace. The room began to absorb the sun's faint heat and a clock chimed over a bookcase. Hermione's eyes fluttered opened and she yawned. Draco's arms tightened around her and Hermione's widened even more once she realized what sort of position she was in and just what had happened yesterday.

It seemed that in their romantic little moment last night, the two had fallen asleep on the couch. Draco lay on the couch and Hermione lay on top of him. His arms were wrapped around her waist and her head on his chest. She could feel his heart softly beating in his chest and the rise and fall underneath her as he breathed.

Thoughts of last night came rushing at her and Hermione's cheeks flamed in embarrassment. She had kissed Draco Malfoy, the pure blooded bane of her existence. Why? Why had he kissed? Why had she responded? Why did she-Merlin, she was sick- like it? Why, why, why? She looked at him, so peaceful in his sleep. She brushed back a stray hair from his face and his arms tightened unconsciously. What had happened yesterday that had compelled him to kiss her, Hermione Granger, whom he had tormented for years? The thinking made her head pound so she shook her head and looked at the clock. Merlin! It was 11:15, they'd missed breakfast and lunch too if they didn't wake up!

Hermione cleared her throat and tried to wake him up.

"Draco, wake up," she whispered. Saying his name was foreign to her but it was nice all the same. He didn't stir, just kept sleeping. She tried again, a little louder. Again, nothing. Merlin, he was a heavy sleeper.

"DRACO MALFOY! WAKE UP!" He awoke with a yelp and Hermione fell out if his grip. She landed on the floor and Draco rolled on top of her. He landed with a thud and knocked the wind out of her. He pulled himself up on his arms and knees and looked down.

"Good morning, Granger. Care to explain for that rude wakeup call?" Here, he smirked and kissed the Head Girl on the nose. She blushed furiously and smacked his arm.

"If you weren't such a heavy sleeper, we may have woken on time and not missed breakfast, thereby allowing you a much more pleasant awakening."

"Oh, but it was nice. I woke up to see you." Hermione rolled her eyes and yet she couldn't suppress a smile. Here Draco Malfoy was, praising her ever so subtly and being the gentleman she longed for and she would be a fool not to take advantage of that. Plus, it was nice hearing him speak kindly of her, be it sweet nothings murmured in her ears. It made her feel special, appreciated; a sensation coursing through her that she had never felt when Hermione was with Harry and Ron, and even then, it was usually to help them with homework. Why ruin the moment? She pushed him off of her (earning a grunt from him as he rolled onto the floor) and sat up, running a hand through her bushy mane. Hurrying to stand up, she walked towards her room and opened the door. Before she entered, however, Hermione turned to Draco and smiled.

"It was a nice wake-up for me, too." And then she entered her room and locked it. The gold and scarlet room was ornately furnished, with dark mahogany floors and a gilded bed frame with scarlet bed sheets. To the right of her bed stood a polished side table with a lamp and several textbooks scattered over the surface. To the left of the broad room was a wide window that ran from the floor up and curved once it almost hit the ceiling. There was a balcony that faced the Forbidden Forest outside the window where Hermione would stand on clear nights. The Head Girl was rummaging through a dresser across from the bed and changed as quickly as possible. She pulled on her uniform and her robes, straightening the gleaming Head Girl Badge.

After changing, Hermione conjured up a flask of sparkling Gillywater and reached into her sock drawer. Fumbling through her assortment of jumbled socks, she grinned once her hand hit a cold, glass flask. Hermione pulled it out and popped the cork out of the top. The pearly liquid let off a wisp of steam and against her better judgement, she leaned and sniffed the potion. The Head Girl could smell fresh parchment, books and a musky scent similar enough to the aroma that clung to Draco. Strange...Shaking her head, Hermione poured the pearly potion into the Gillywater. She closed the flask and shook it around to ensure that the potion blended with the Gillywater. The Amortentia had been a gift from Ginny who thought that "love never hurt anyone" and that Hermione would end up "living with cats" if she didn't find love. Hermione snorted. Oh Ginny...

Merlin, last night had been wonderful. That kiss had sent fireworks off in her soul, and her head had hammered from the passion poured into it. Her head was still reeling from the intimate contact and the way he had held her as she slept. Hermione's smile stopped as she thought of today. What was she supposed to do? Act normal? Merlin, she had snogged her enemy but a few hours ago and now she was supposed to go on with her life as if nothing had happened? That would be agonizing…and Draco; what was he going to do? Act as if he had nothing to do with her? Resort back to his name-calling and being the slimy git she had always known? And here she thought he actually liked her; for all Hermione knew, he could have been toying with her feelings. Merlin, she'd made a fool of herself. He would probably run off and tell the entire Slytherin population. How would she find out if he was being truthful in his actions and his words? Those sweet nothings that sent shivers up her spine against her will…

This was the only way to embarrass Malfoy, right? So what if he had kissed her? He was still a right git. And what would that mean for them? Hermione bit her lip and stopped shaking the flask. What was wrong with them? Why had he kissed her and why did it feel nice? Why did she sort of want him to do it again? The Head Girl thought of all those times he had insulted her or her friends. He was an arse and he was playing with her. Yes, he deserved to be humiliated...He was toying with Hermione Jean Granger and she wouldn't stand for it.

Hermione found Draco fully dressed in the common room and couldn't help but ogle at the sight of him. His clothes were pressed neatly and they hugged his body, outlining his lean build that helped him in Quidditch as the Slytherin's seeker. His blond hair fell into his gray eyes that looked just a smidge warmer than usual, like molten metal rather than cold stone. It was a very subtle change but Hermione could tell that it was a result from last night, although she tried to tell herself he was only pretending.

"We'll probably be late for lunch so I brought you some Gillywater. I know its your favorite." Hermione tried to suppress a smirk as she handed him the flask. He wouldn't know what him, the arrogant git.

"Thank you, Granger." Draco smirked at her and pocketed that flask. "I have to use the loo for a moment, do you mind waiting?"

"No, not at all."

Draco walked into the Heads' bathroom and chuckled to himself as he opened the flask. Really, he never thought he'd see the day when the pious little Head Girl would use a love potion and on him no less. The now silvery Gillywater smelled of Firewhiskey, hair gel and sort of a coconut scent he associated with Granger...Hmm. He dumped the Amortentia filled water down the sink and sniggered. Poor Granger. Draco decided he's give her a taste of her own medicine; he'd pretend to be under the potion's influence. That'd be a laugh.

He was honestly a little disappointed that Granger had bothered trying to slip him a love potion. Didn't she know that Pansy had attempted to seduce him with such potions numerous times through that he knew every single trick in her book on trying to give him said potions? He sighed; Granger would be in for quite a surprise. He walked out of the bathroom and towards Granger.

"Right. Let's go to breakfast. Thanks for the Gillywater, Hermione. It was delicious." Here, Draco inserted a smile, one so rare and breath-taking that, had Hermione not known better, she would have thought it to be actually sincere (which, ironically enough, it was).

"Mmm, yes. You need a little pick-me up once in awhile other than Firewhiskey." Hermione blushed a little and smirked.

"'Course, Granger. Can't go through the day without our nutrition for extra-curricular activities." Draco winked at Hermione and walked over towards her.

"What kind?" she asked warily, not entirely sure she wanted to hear his answer, but then reassured herself that it was just a result from the potion.

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and grabbed her arms. Hermione's heart pounded and she began to flush as his face came closer and closer. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. "You know the kind, Granger." And then he leaned in for a kiss. Just like the previous night, Hermione melted in his arms and slowly kissed him back. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him closer and she could feel him smiling against her lips. When Hermione pulled back, she looked into Draco's eyes, her brown ones boring into his gray ones and smirked.

"I suppose I do," she replied before she pulled him back down for another kiss. She might as well enjoy these gestures while they lasted. Little did she know that Draco was having the time of his life.

The walk down to the Great Hall was yet again a blissful experience for Miss Granger as she walked alongside the Head Boy. Seeing as the halls were deserted, he had entwined his hand with hers the entire way. Looking down at her, he smirked at her and pulled her hand up to kiss it. Hermione blushed but had to continually remind herself that these intentions were not acted out of his own free will though they were convincingly real. She looked up at him and spoke.

"So, I don't think we'll be telling anyone about…you know…this," she said, gesturing at their hands.

"What? The miraculously beautiful bookworm Hermione Granger doesn't want to announce to the world that she, by some strange circumstance, has bewitched the infamous Draco Malfoy? And why is that, pray tell." Draco had a smirk on his face as he said this. He was, of course, pretending to be enchanted by the potion but he could still keep his infamous sarcasm about him. Hermione rolled her eyes at the sarcasm and swung their arms back and forth as she prepared to answer his question.

"Well, don't you think people will take it the wrong way and, I don't know, hurt us? I mean, honestly, what do you think Ron and Harry will do? Dance and throw confetti at us as they give me a blessing? Doubt it. And your friends, what will they do to me? Hex me as I walk out of the loo?" Draco frowned and looked down at her.

"What, you think I can't protect you? What do I look like, a bloody teddy bear? When someone means something to me, I don't leave it out in the open to be attacked. Believe me Hermione; I won't let anyone attack you. As for Potty and – pardon, Potter and Weasley – well, I think I can take them on." Though he was supposed to be only really praising Hermione and acting rather obsessed with her, it insulted him just a little that she thought him weak. Draco Malfoy was no chicken and he could protect anything and anyone, including the object of his "affections". They had reached the hallway where the Great Hall was and Hermione gently pulled her hand out of Draco's. She kissed his cheek and turned towards the doors.

"All right, I believe you but do you really want to tell them? Please, can we at least, I dunno know, put it off for awhile?" Hermione stuck out her bottom lip and looked up at Draco through her lashes. Draco managed to groan, her face too adorable to resist (at least, that's what the potion required).

"Argh. Fine. But only for a month. And I get to kiss you good night every day, got it?" Hermione rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Deal." She pushed open the doors and walked ahead of Draco and into the noisy Great Hall towards the Gryffindor table as Draco walked away from her to join his friends – Blaise, mainly – at the Slytherin table. He sat down next to Zabini and ladled himself some French Onion Soup into a silver bowl. He watched Hermione as she bit into a rather large piece of soda bread and smirked as the twit Weasel spoke to her and she merely shrugged him off which caused the bloke to turn bright red, clashing with his hair. He took this time to ponder his newfound feelings for said Hermione and was surprised that the idea did not scare him in the least. She was beautiful in a plain Jane kind of way and yet her hair and the ferocity in her eyes made him feel as if she were a lioness and that she was independent, not requiring a male to aid her. Hermione didn't seem the needy sort of girl and she was smart too. Draco was never one for bubble-headed girls who thought that acting ridiculously stupid would attract men. The Head Girl made him feel as if he were floating, like he was full of bubbles and his feet weren't touching the ground. No other girl had ever made him feel like that. It was a pleasant sensation for Draco.

But why now? Why did he all of a sudden like her so after six years of nothing but name-calling and hexes aimed at her? Did she feel the same way; as if their world had turned upside down by that one movement from Draco last night? He wasn't ashamed to admit that he did not regret last night's kiss and that he was glad he had done so. In a way, his facade of being under the potion's influence allowed him to act freely, knowing that she thought it all fake. That little part stung just a little but soon enough, he would declare it to the entire world of his feelings for her. If only he knew what she was thinking...

Hermione ignored Ron's pathetic plea for "help" on his homework (which in reality meant "Please Hermione, just let me copy your homework one more time [which was in fact the 134th time he had copied her homework since their first year] and I'll leave you alone") and looked over at the Slytherin table. Draco was quietly sipping his soup as the rest of his House chattered aimlessly about Merlin knows what. What was he thinking; were the same rambling thoughts pounding his head? She served herself some of the French Onion soup and sipped it, taking care not to eat the pesky onions as Harry stared at her. She could feel his eyes on her; Hermione looked up at frowned.

"Yes, Harry?"

"Is everything all right, Hermione? You missed breakfast and you haven't even bothered to snap at Ron even though he's been nagging you about that worksheet this entire time. Then you come in with Malfoy and your cheeks are flushed." Harry's green eyes bored into Hermione's brown ones as if he could see through her soul. It was a rather unnerving stare, to be honest.

"Yes, yes, of course. Why wouldn't they be?"

"I don't know. You just seem a little off today."

"Is that so?" She licked her lips and continued to eat her lunch, making sure to keep her eyes averted from Harry's. He frowned but decided not to press that matter any further. Hermione would have to act much more carefully around her friends if she was going to keep her "relationship" with Draco a secret for as long as possible. She was glad that Draco had agreed to keeping a low profile for the time being, even it meant Hermione would have to receive a kiss every single night from him. Oh the horror. Should she let Harry in on her trick? Would he laugh and tell her that it was a brilliant plan or would he simply say it was a way for her to get close to him? Ronald...well, she would have to tread carefully around him.

"Yes, it is so," Harry replied, rather too cheekily for Hermione's liking.

"I'm just worried about my Transfiguration exam results. You know how difficult that was, even for me." Hermione knew the boys never could quite tell when she was lying about school work because, quite frankly, that's all she seemed to care about in their minds. If only they knew...

"Bloody hell, I thought I was going to die! I completely spaced on that one question, you know, the one about the particles and -" Harry continued to speak, though it was not his rambling that captured Hermione, no. It was the fact that Draco Malfoy wasn't staring at her despite his recent consumption of the Amortentia...Strange.

A/N: So, this chapter was rewritten because apparently it moved WAY too fast and I completely agree. If anything, I only posted it to put something up and I really didn't get what I wrote. Haha. I hope you guys like this rewritten version because I added a new idea that I think will help the story. :) Tell me what you think and review!!!