[Hermione]

It had been a week since I had been on the bathroom floor with Draco. It had been a week since Draco had spoken to me. I didn't even hear him in classes. He never even insulted me or my friends and as far as I knew, he wasn't even seeing Crabbe and Goyle anymore. He just spent his spare time in him room.

It was tuesday evening and I was sitting on the red sofa in front of the fire reading a book. Harry, Ron and Ginny were all at Quidditch Practice and I was due to start my rounds in a few hours. Rounds with Draco. He would have to speak to me then.

I laid my book on my chest and thought about that night. Why had he trashed his room? Anger? Was this the same reason he had smashed the mirror causing him to have an accident?

What was even more surprising was that he allowed me to touch him. I'm sure that was the last thing the Slytherin King would want. A humble muggle born touching him.

That night, I woke up after having a bad nightmare. I went out to the bathroom to get a glass of water and I saw Draco spread out on the sofa. His thin body laid casually with a blank expression on his face, his arm up, covering his eyes. I guessed his room was still a mess and he hadn't had the energy to clean it up.

I had tiptoed to his room and cleaned it silently. Whether he knew it was me or just the House Elves, he didn't say thankyou none the less. Or for helping him. Typical Slytherin, I sighed.

Speaking of, Draco just slouched in through the door. Without even looking my way, he headed straight for his room. Better say something now.

I cleared my thoat. "Uh Draco?" I asked.

"Yes?" He stopped and turned to look at me. His voice seemed like it belonged to a stranger from having not heard it for so long. His face was pale and thin with dark rings uner his eyes like he hadn't slept for weeks, his voice flat and no emotion.

"We're starting our rounds tonight," I told him.

"What time?"

"Uh...8 until 2 I think," I replied remembering the times Professor McGonagall told me this morning.

"Well, if you don't mind waiting, we could have dinner at about half 7 then go straight to the rounds? I'll wait for you in the Entrance Hall after," He said, his voice adding a small amount of interest.

*"Yeah that sounds good," I smiled and with that he turned and headed back to his room. He stopped just in front of the door.

"By the way, thanks for sorting out my room,"

"Your wel..." But he had already left. I sighed again and snapped my book shut. I stood up and went in to my room looking for another book. Then something caught my eye on the small armchair next to my mirror. It was Draco's cloak. I had forgotten all about it. I picked it up and his sweet smell difted to my nose and scenes of that night came to my mind. Just us close together. That was it.

I shook myself and left my room. "Malfoy?" I asked knocking on his door not really expecting him to reply.

"Come in," He quietly replied. I took a deep breath and walked in. Draco was sitting at the head of the bed reading a book, his back supported on the pillows, one arm behind his head, his legs crossed at the ankles. "What do you want?" He asked not taking his eyes off the pages.

"Uh..I brought you your cloak back and I wanted to say thanks for giving it me..." I said quietly. Even though he was casually laid back, he still seemed to be so intimidating, my heart was pounding against my chest.

"That's okay." He replied, his voice not seeming bothered.

"Okay then, well I'll be in my room..."

"I'll come get you when it's time for dinner," He cut me off. I put his cloak on the arm chair and left. What is with that guy? I slumped down on my bed and stared at my canvas. We spent most of the years hating each other, all of a sudden he want's to be friends, he acts incredibly sweet by giving me his cloak, we spend a few hours being extremely close to each other, then he blanks me completely, says thanks then acts like he wants nothing to do with me!

Uh, I don't understand guys. Then there's the feeling I've been getting around him. He always seems to be so intimidating and strong, and I just wanna hit him in the face but there are times when I see a look in his eyes which makes him look like a small, lost child. I want to comfort him. But no matter what, there is always the butterflies in my stomach. Who knew being with Draco this much would cause me to think about him so often....

The room was poorly lit, the candles that covered every surface didn't do much for my vision which was for some reason in black and white. I looked down at myself to see I was wearing a red silk dress which was low cut and straps but bare feet. It was simple yet really pretty, I was the only thing in colour. The place had books all around the edge stacked in piles but...there were branches winding their way up the walls. Was it art work? I reached out my hand and surely enough felt the rough texture of the bark. The candles which were balanced on the books sent shadows dancing across the room making the branches look even more magical.

I glanced around the 'room' and saw an armchair, the grey scale colour looked worn and there were a few rips from all the years of being used. It was stood in a corner surrounded by books but without candles which cast a dark, crepuscular shadow across the object.

I turned away from it in search of a door but no luck. There was nothing but books, candles, branches and the one armchair. I turned back to go sit down but the chair was already occupied. Whoever it was, was wearing a black suit by the look of it. He was wearing a red tie and a red rose in the button hole which were both in colour. His legs we're crossed over and his hands were resting on each arm rest. The shadow came down to his neck so I couldn't see his face.

I walked over to him slowly, my bare feet making a soft noise on the dusty floor. I stopped right in front of him in a hope to see his face but no luck. The man stood up, he had a skinny, tall body and the suit fitted well. He was about a head taller than me. Now the shadow was only on the top half of his face. I saw him mouth something but I couldn't hear him. I asked him what he said only to realise no sound came out of my mouth.

He took his hands out of his pockets and took mine, leading me over to the middle of the room. He pulled me close, placing one hand at the base of my back and the other holding my hand. We started dancing slowly to no music. I stared at his shadowed face trying to see past the darkness to his eyes. Then I would know who it was.

We danced for a few more minutes before he took both my hands and draped them around his neck and pulled me even closer. We carried on dancing gently. It wasn't until we were this close could I hear that he was humming a sweet little tune under his breath, I could only just hear it.

I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes....

A/N I hope that was okay! Not much happening yet but things will pick up soon!

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