*Sigh. I'm not all too proud about this chapter; I think I'm losing my touch with the characters in this story. *Sobs.
Note: The term, crispies, is something I say all the time and I thought it'd be appropriate since I didn't know the "real" word. Okay, let me explain; y'know, when you wake up in the mornings and you rub your eyes? - Then, you feel that "crispie" in the corner of your eye? Yeah? - Well, that's what I mean. Enjoy.

I felt the warmth of the sun's rays on my face and I opened my eyes to the bright light - good morning, sun. I covered my mouth and tried to suppress a yawn with no luck; it was refreshing. I stretched my arms over my head and my legs towards the edge of the bed. I sighed contently and brushed my hand against my eye, getting rid of any morning crispies.

It was then I realized I was wearing something I didn't know I owned - or remember putting on. It was a myrtle green robe; flocks of memories came hoarding at me - Draco. I sat up and thought to myself. He hadn't kicked me out? Or apparated me away from him? Where was he, anyway? I had slept in his bed last night. It was then I realized the sound of running water coming from behind the door to my left - the bathroom? The sound hadn't lasted long, not even more than three minutes. Draco stepped out of the bathroom, a robe around his body. His hair was dripping wet, I suppose he didn't bother drying it by hand because with a flick of his wand, it was dried, and his platinum locks fell onto his forehead. I could see his eyes probing into mine, and then, he did the oddest thing.

He titled his head ever so slightly.

And smiled - ever so slightly, of course.

"Good morning," he greeted as if it were the first time we were meeting.

I sputtered for a response, "G-Good morning."

I crossed my legs under the blanket and dug my hands against the mattress in between my legs. I was nervous. Is he angry that he had to go out of his way for me last night? Did he want me to leave so he could change? I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and my heart fluttered quicker than it should be fluttering. I heard him shift and walk over to the front of his bed, standing in front of me and towering over the trunk that sat at the bed's foot. He sat on the trunk and kept his gaze on me, eyeing me; I shivered.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Something in his voice was different - his tone was ... it was kind; mockingly kind.

"Yes, it was," I stopped and bit my lip before continuing, "I'm sorry, I'm sure you had a rough night; y'know, me taking your bed and all."

He smirked, "You didn't take my bed, I practically had to give it to you."

I was flushed, "I'm sorry!" I squeaked.

I felt the bed dip and he was suddenly sitting not further than three feet away from my crossed legs. The way the sunlight basked in his presence - yes, he didn't bask in the sunlight, the sunlight basked in him. The sunlight made his expression much softer and his white-blond locks glinted. I adored his cloud-gray eyes, I could feel them dancing as they bore into mine.

"I could've just left you on the cold floor, y'know."

Suddenly, I understand what he was getting at, "Oh, thank you - very much, actually. I do hope you slept well, Draco."

The mention of his name made us both feel awkward, I saw him tense, but he remained in composure.

"I've had better," he stopped and looked away before continuing, "Sorry, I was going to say your first name, but your last name just has more of a ring to it, Granger," he smirked - the Malfoy smirk.

I couldn't help but stifle a giggle, though, my expression gave it away, "You seem a bit more civil than usual, Malfoy."

He turned to me, "Ha! Me? I'm being more civil? Why, Granger, I think I'm being quite casual; you're the one being civil, I'm sure you would've gouged out my eyes right about now!"

"Are you kidding? Me? It's you who has changed in attitude! You left me on the cold floor for who-knows-how long!"

"Hey," he accused, "you're were in this bed, alright? I didn't leave you on any cold floors; like I said, I gave you the bed, Granger."

"Yes, about that again, I'm sorry I intruded. I just - well, this may sound horridly ridiculous, but I had a dream and I just ended up here. I tried to apparate, but I -" I stopped midway as my memories of last night continued to pop up at me in my mind.

I could feel Draco's discomfort as well because he shifted and turned away from me once again. Honestly, at that moment, I wanted to take his hand - I wanted to live my dream.

He cleared his throat and shot a glance at me from the corner of his eye, "I'm done occupying the bathroom, so if you want to prepare yourself ..." his voice trailed, as if he had forgotten what he wanted to say.

I took that as my cue to leave the room, rather quickly, I swung my legs over the bed and stood up. The dizzying feeling of an early morning get-up overcame me and I felt myself falling sideways. Instinctively, I reached out my right hand and landed it on the side, preventing me from falling any further, but the other half of my body was unstable, I nearly slipped, but I re-grounded myself. I looked in front of me, just half a foot away from me. I could smell his scent - whether it was from him or the robe I was wearing. His cloud-grey eyes bore into mine and I was in a trance. His lips were ever so slightly agape. He was propped on his elbows, his neck craning towards me. I felt my legs give way and I landed my left hand on the other side of his body. His arm wrapped around my waist in hopes of stabilizing me, but it came down with such a force, I fell forward. He was there, in front of me, on his back, his hands pressed gently against my stomach. His hair fell evenly to the sides of his face and I felt his hands trail around to my back. I felt I had invaded his personal space, I felt the urge to apologize.

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered, barely over a whisper.

My hair fell over my shoulder and landed on either sides of his face. One of his hands trailed from my back to grasp a handful of my hair gently, and he pressed it gently against his nose, sniffing the scent, "Lavender."

I nodded and he smirked, "I like lavender."

He let go of my hair and his hand trailed the outlines of my face, from forehead to chin and back, he ended his little adventure at the bottom of my bottom lip - I felt my breath hitch. He bought his other arm onto the bed and lifted himself halfway on his elbow, his other hand still at my face, finger against my lips, feeling every breath as it passed through my lips. I felt myself pull back as he hoisted himself up towards me. His hair fell back into place and I could feel another strong urge to just stroke it.

"Dra-Draco? ..." I mumbled.

He smirked and trailed his finger away from my lips and onto my collar bone, his touch was intoxicating. He lifted himself towards my ear, "Revenge; for teasing me last night in my half-slumber."

I gasped, he knew? - He felt it? Why ... Why, that conniving little - ! Then, I felt it; his breath against my ear lobe and he bit it just gently. He skimmed his lips against my neck and up to my jaw line and stopped at the corner of my lips. I yearned for this last night, but the feeling I got today was much more of a sensation that I wanted to feel - it was heavenly. It was slow, gentle, and most of all, teasing. He captured my bottom lip and it all went uphill - yes, uphill, not downhill - from there. My arms felt as if they melted and I fell over to my side with Draco following, his lips never leaving mine. He wasn't fierce, no, he was rather gentle - it wasn't what I was expecting, but it made the pleasure peak. Automatically, I wound my arms around his neck, my hands reaching back to caress his hair - I knew he enjoyed it; I felt him relax against my touch, even such a small action like that made my heart flutter - it made me feel as if he wanted to do this.

All too soon, it was over. He gently pulled away and stared into my eyes as if he'd never seen me before. I felt my breath - hot and warm, I could still taste his breath - I could still taste him. He slowly rose from his position - away from me. He cleared his throat as he stood up, reaching for his wand on the table beside the bed, "The bathroom is clear if you want to use it," he repeated under his breath before he apparated.

I remained on the bed - dazed. Slowly, I rose to my senses and made my way to the bathroom. The bathroom, I thought, a conversation about a silly bathroom that started all this. I sighed and looked into the mirror, my face still red as a tomato. Draco ... Draco had been more upbeat today, hadn't he? I'm glad he shared that side of him with me today.

I walked downstairs to the Slytherin main hall. There, the royal Slytherin family had gathered, waiting for me to take my seat. I smelled the delicious scent of a morning breakfast meal. I smiled, "Revenge was sweeter."

*Groans. I swear, I will write an even better chapter after this; darn it, I will. I'm practically burning with anger that I feel so detached from this, grr. By all means, thank you for reading. I promise to do my best next chapter.