Hermione woke up next to Draco again, however this time she remembered the bandages being replaced. "Draco, wake up! Don't you dare leave your socks in my room again!" He wandered out of her room, his pyjama pants slipping down and showing the band to his briefs. "Don't you dare go back to bed! We are not being late for Snape!" Draco grunted incoherently and collapsed on his bed.
Hermione woke him up again five minutes later. "Draco! Get up, Get dressed, and Get your socks out of my room! They are horrible and grungy and bleh!" She stormed back into her room to get dressed,and when Draco wasn't ready ten minutes later she stormed into his room. "Oh my Merlin! I am so sorry, I didn't realize!" He just stood there, trying to cover up his manhood "Get Out!" He shouted and she ran out of the room. "I'm really sorry Draco. I'm really really sorry." Hermione said as she headed through the portrait.
Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table, looking extremely red. "Where's Draco?" Harry asked, curious as to the colour of her face. "He's um. Still in his room. Getting dressed." Hermione mumbled awkwardly. "What happened?" Ron asked curiously. Hermione blushed even more. "Umm. I may have seen Draco getting dressed. "So. We all saw him in his briefs last week..." Hermione buried her face in her hands. "He wasn't wearing any briefs..." Everyone looked confused, "What Hermione?" The curious Gryffindor's asked, "He wasn't wearing any!" She said a little too loud, earning stares throughout the Gryffindor table. "No way! How big was it?" Ginny asked.
"Ginny! Now is not the time." Hermione snapped furiously. Ron ended up more red than Hermione. "How did it happen?" Harry asked, trying to forget Ginny's comment. "Well, I kicked him out of bed, and specifically told him not to go back to sleep. Which he did. So I reminded him again, I didn't want to skip breakfast or be late for potions. I went to get dressed, and I thought he still wasn't up. So I stormed in, only he was up, and naked." Ron stuck his finger at her in disgust. "What do you mean kick him out of bed?!" He spat. "Ron, honest to Merlin - It is not what it sounds like" Harry reassured him, but he was having none of it. "It was a platonic thing Ronald. I had a bad dream, he helped me out." Ron stood up and shouted "With Sex?!" The whole room was staring at them and Hermione sank further in her seat. "Ron, sit the heck down and Calm it or leave!" Ginny shouted, "Ahh Draco, can you come clear everything up over here?" Draco gulped and looked at Hermione. She nodded and he swaggered up to the table. "It is true she saw my junk." Hermione slammed her head onto the table - right into a bowl of gravy. "She wasn't talking about that... She was talking about the sharing of her bed in a non sexual way." Harry explained as delicately as he could. "Not so non-sexual on the night of the party." He smirked, as he saw Hermione slide under the table. "Alright, alright, mind your own now. What happens between Draco and Hermione in her room, is purely their business." Ginny announced across the hall in her attempt to diffuse the situation.
"Are people still around?" Hermione asked Draco, who was now sat under the table, "Not yet, I'd give it about ten more minutes." Harry popped under the table. "I am so-so-so-so-so-so Sorry Hermione. I didn't expect the whole hall- I'm sorry." She shook her head, "It's okay Harry." She reassured him. "You've got a little... Gravy? In your hair." Draco said swishing his wand and muttering it clean, "Thanks Draco. I guess. It's kind of your fault my face ended up in the gravy bowl." Draco feigned innocence, "How was I to know what situation they were referring to? You're lucky I didn't blurt out that we kissed" Hermione stared at him wide eyed. "Everybody who went to the party knows about that guys." Harry said grinning. Draco nodded slowly, "Yes of course they do. But other people didn't. And I'm sure that would be big gossip stuff. You know, sexy slytherin god Draco snogs Grythyfindork know-it-all Granger." He bluffed. Hermione groaned staring at the now extremely interesting floor. "From where I was standing, it looked more like Hermione kissed you. Just saying." Harry smiled, winding him up. "Yeh, but I was a man about it. I had to throw someone first. And flip a sofa." Harry looked puzzled. "No you didn't." He said, recapping the evening, "Sure I did. It was The-oh shit." Harry looked shocked. "You kissed again?! But I thought you liked Blaise." Harry asked Hermione, who inspected a fleck of dirt on the hall floor. "Who likes me?" Blaise asked.
"Me, I do. Only a little though. I mean, I'm not gay or anything but. Have you been working out?" Draco spluttered, red faced. "Yes I have actually, with you. What's going on? Is this part of your prank? Hermoine, where are you going? Hermione?" Hermione crawled out from under the table and sped walked - very respectively - back to her common room, leaving the three boys sat awkwardly under the Gryffindor table. "Draco?" Blaise asked. The slytherin shook his head. "Harry?" Blaise asked again. Harry just shrugged and left. "Can you please tell me what's going on Draco? I'm really confused." Draco just shrugged, mimicking the Gryffindor, and left. "Well this is awkward." Blaise said to himself, before leaving the safety of underneath the table. Noticing too late, the bubblegum on the edge his hair met. "Draco! Draco quick. It's in my hair! Draco Help! Drake! Drakey-poo?" Realising Draco was no longer there Blaise continued his ascent from beneath the table. The remaining students laughed as Blaise Zabini ran out of the hall, gum in his hair, tears in his eyes. Person in front of him. Person in front of him?! Blaise stopped suddenly, but wasn't fast enough. He crashed into the potions teacher. "You know I hate to do this, 15 points from Slytherin. Now get of me!" Snape bellowed.
Draco ran to catch up to Hermione, "I'm really really sorry Hermione. Honestly." Hermione shrugged and shook her head, "It's fine Draco. Apart from you just outed our kiss to Harry." Draco smiled, "Sorry?" He asked, and she smiled back. "It's fine." Draco wiped fake sweat from his forehead as he walked along side her to the common room. "I think we're doing really good at this staying out of trouble thing ya know." He said, attempting small talk, whilst wanting to ask what was really on his mind. "Are you serious?" Hermione asked and Draco laughed politely. "So, the weather is kinda nice..." He said, attempting small talk yet again. With no avail. "It's raining..." she frowned. He sighed, "What class do you have next?" He tried, third time lucky right? Wrong. "Same as you. What do you want Draco?" Hermione asked frustratedly. "Nothin', just makin' small talk. Dat okay?" He bluffed. "Aren't you supposed to be good at lying?" Hermione answered, an eyebrow raised sceptically. "I'll have you know, I am the best at lying. I am the master of lying. First years come to me, so that I can teach them to lie. They are new at this. They didn't even know magic existed. I'm like, like" Hermione jumped in, "Obi-Wan?" Draco looked confused. "I'm sorry, who?" Probably a muggle thing... "You know. Star wars..." He looked confused. "A muggle thing." She explained. Bingo. "What do you want Drake?" Hermione asked again. "Do you like Blaise? I mean I know you fancy him. He's all muscley and stuff. But so am I! And he has boring eyes. Look at my eyes! They're like a stormy sky, or a stormy ocean or-" Hermione cut him off, "I don't like him like him. If that's what you're getting at." Draco continued to babble, "And I'm smarter than him. And clearly more responsible - hense I'm head boy. And I've got awesome eyes, and abs. I've got abs. And I'm like the god of sexy. I brought sexy back!" Hermione laughed, "Alright Timberlake!" But stopped upon realising he was serious. "Who?" He asked confused - yet again. Probably a muggle thing...
"Are you really that closed off? You don't know what Start Wars is, you don't know who Justin Timberlake is. What if I said Frodo? Do you know who he is? Or Elvis? Or MJ?" Draco shook his head at each suggestion. "You know what we're doing tonight? Tonight, I am going to muggle you up." Draco's face fell at the idea. "But I like being magic!" He complained. "Does it make you feel special?" Hermione mocked in a patronising tone. Draco huffed and crossed his arms as he stood outside the portrait to their room. "I've got Awesome eyes though. You have to admit that. And abs. Amazing abs. Honest. You've seen them. This morning, the other day. I can show you again if you li-" The portrait closed before him, as Hermione headed into her room, shaking her head disapprovingly.