Darlings!

I don't know if you guys are still following this story but here's the next chapter i promised a while back :S I'm ashamed of myself for taking so long but I'm here to redeem myself! And yayyyy winter break has started so hopefully I'll be able to focus on finishing this! :D

Ok then, I hope you'll the chapter!

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Chapter 5

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As Hermione was getting ready to leave her room to go to Draco's, a soft knock on the door pulled her out of her reverie. With a small frown, she walked over and cracked it open just enough to see a flash of blond hair.

"Draco?" She whispered, shocked to see him anywhere outside of his room or the conference room.
"I thought I'd come and see your living quarters for a change..."
"Oh..." Hermione smiled, stepping to the side to let him in. "I was just about to leave for your room but we can stay here tonight..."
He walked in, his eyes making a quick sweep of the room.
It looked just like he imagined it would: a whole wall filled with books, a cozy sitting area to the left right in front of the fireplace, a small cherry red desk with a plushy black chair that looked worn out, a big bed with sheets the gryffindor colors and just about 20 pillows, a small balcony right across from it with a view of the whole backyard and a small part of the forest.
All in all, the room was well designed for Hermione's personality.
"What's that?" Draco asked, looking in the direction of the square box sitting on the wall above the fireplace.
"Oh it's a telly. Blaise had it installed for me when we moved here but i never turned it on."
"What does it do?"
"Hum it diffuses images so muggles can watch the news or sports or just a movie... It's an entertainment if you will"
"I see..."
Dropping down on one of the sofas, Hermione looked up to find him still rooted to floor.
"Well don't just stand there... You're making me nervous! Sit down..."
He looked at her slowly, his eyes seeming to want to open her up and read her.
After what felt like almost a year to her, his lips stretched in just the slightest bit and he sat down slowly.
"It's nice in here..."
"Yes, I like it. It gives me a sense of home..."
He only nodded, looking out to the balcony as his expression darkened.
"So... How was your day?" Hermione asked softly.
For some reason, she loved looking at him. The skin around his face - and anywhere else she had seen- was so smooth, so porcelain-like she sometimes wondered if it could break easily. And his hair...
"It was fine. Yours?"
"Tiring and uneventful... Harry had me paired up with Cho and I don't like her very much..."
His eyes snapped back to her, a twinkle behind them.
"Cho Chang? How is that so... ? You like nearly everyone with the exception of some slimy slytherins of course..."
"I'll have you know that I do not like everyone mister" she smiled gently. "There are actually quite a good amount of people I have a couple of curse words I would like to yell at them!"
"You don't curse Granger!" He said with a small smirk.
"Of course I do! I actually have quite an extensive vocabulary when it comes to cursing!"
"No you don't!" This time he let out a small laugh which had Hermione frozen.
She couldn't remember him laugh... Not counting those times he used to laugh to the detriment of some poor first year at Hogwarts.
In response, she beamed at him. She liked the sound of that deep laugh. It was strong and resonated all the way to the pit of her stomach.
"Well then..." He urged with a sly smile, his eyes boring into hers, "Let me hear you curse!"
"What? Right now?" She whined. "Well I can't think of anything just like that! but I can assure you that I curse!"
"Of course you do Granger!" He laughed again. "For future references, cursing isn't something you have to think about!"
"Whatever Malfoy!" She grinned. "You're in a good mood today... I don't think I've ever heard you laugh before..."
He shrugged.
He really was in a good mood and even he couldn't remember the last time he'd been in such a state.

But today, just the thought of Granger wanting to be in his company changed everything. He had found himself wanting to see her all day long and as his patience worn out from waiting for her, he had come to her room, almost scared she didn't want to be his friend anymore.
All the talk about not needing anyone had always been fake. He had just never met anyone that wanted or ever made the effort to get to know him so in turn he had convinced himself he didn't need anyone.
"I think it's the effect your room has on me. It's so much less cold than mine..."
The way he just kept his eyes trained on her all the time always made Hermione's stomach feel funny. And this time wasn't an exception.
"Well you're welcomed to come over anytime you want."
A string of his all too blond hair fell in front of his eyes. But he made no move to put it back into place.
"Do you think the war will ever end Granger?" He asked after a while, averting his gaze.
She took a while before answering. Indeed, she had asked herself that question many times before but she never put her hopes high...
"Sometimes I don't know... Some other times I just don't think we'll ever be able to end it or that I'll die before we do... But... On some very rare occasions, I think we will win and kill Voldemort once and for all..."
The wind outside blew fiercely, seeming to want to drown out her last sentence, but Draco had heard her clearly. Unlike her, he had no hopes for the war. He simply dreamt sometimes about what it would be like to live in peace for once.
"I hope you're right..." He murmured.
After a moment, Hermione got up quickly with a large grin across her face:
"You know what, for tonight, I say we forget the war!"
"And how do you propose we do that?" Draco asked after a moment, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
"We should have a movie night!"
"A movie night? Whatever might that be?"
"It's a night where we stay home, watch movies and eat junk food"
"I suppose those movies you're talking about is what we watch on that telly of yours?"
"Oh how brilliant you are Draco Malfoy!" Hermione grinned. "Ok so I'll fetch us some food from the kitchen. While I'm doing that, you can browse through my small and petty collection of movies and pick one."
Looking like he had ended up in fairy land, Draco watched her leave the room, more excited than she had been in a long while.
With a sigh, he got up and walked to the television where he picked up the 6 movie boxes she had pointed out to him.
He was about to have a 'movie night'. With Granger nonetheless. He didn't even have the first clue as to what a movie was.
For a second, while he turned the boxes over and over, he contemplated going back to his room.
He hadn't indulged in activities that didn't round up to killing, chasing or fighting in almost 3 years and he wasn't sure he knew how to live a normal life anymore.
Before he had any further time to ponder on whether or not he should go back to his room, Hermione waltzed back in with a pile of food in her arms.
"I wasn't sure what you liked to eat so I got us marshmallows, crumpets, treacle tarts, cauldron cake, acid pops, bean boxes, jelly bellies and I was even able to find us some butterbeers!"
She beamed at him, her whole face lightning up in the process. She almost looked like her old self Draco noticed and that forced his lips to stretch a little bit.
"You're planning on feeding a herd with all this food Granger?" He said with wicked sly smile.
For some reason, Hermione thought he looked like a predator just then, with the right side of his lip lifted up like that and the wolfish look behind his eyes.
"Ever planning on calling me by my first name Draco?"
"It's a habit. You can't blame me for it Her-myo-nee" he said before laughing along with her at his pronunciation of her name. "See, it even sounds weird when I say it!"
"Fine then, suit yourself!" She grinned as she set up the food on the coffee table. "So did you pick a movie?"
"Considering I don't know what a good movie would consist of, I just picked the one with the better image and the better description, so that would be... 'Bridget Jones's Dairy'?"
"Ohhhh you picked well! That's one of my all time favorite movies!"
"If you say so..."
He watched as she popped the CD into the DVD player, turned off all the lights and came back with a blanket to sit on the opposite end of the couch.
"Are we allowed to speak during this movie?" Draco whispered as he leaned back into the couch.
"Well some people don't like to do so but I'm a talker! My mom always complained about that..." She said in a smaller voice.
They sat in silence for a few minutes while the previews started.
"Well you said it yourself Granger... Let's forget about the war... For tonight at least..."
"Yes you're right..." She sighed.
The last preview was just ending when Draco said something he had never said before in his life:
"But Granger... If you ever want to talk about what happened... To your parents I mean... I can listen. I'm probably no good at giving advice but I can always try and if all else fails, you can use me as a punching bag..."
Letting out a small laugh, Hermione relaxed before moving closer to him and laying her head on his shoulder.
"Thanks Draco... For everything I mean..."
After the shock of her proximity passed, Draco put one arm around her and grab some food with the other.
The movie started.
Bridget had just began complaining about the lack of males in her life.
And that's when both Draco and Hermione allowed themselves to leave their world behind for another one where Ben & Jerry's were boyfriends and where Bridget Jones's weight was all the problems she had.
As Draco kept questioning Hermione about every little muggle details in the movie, laughter filled the room to find Hermione and Draco cuddled together while enjoying each other's company.
A weird picture which was slowly becoming not so odd anymore.

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Soooo?

What did you guys think? I'm kind of feeling like maybe that was a bit too soon? Is it just me? Well loves, i'm counting on your opinions so don't leave me hanging! See you soon with the next chapter (which is halfway dooooone! :D) haha

Kisses,

MrsMalfoyy