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A/N: Thanks so much for all those that are reviewing! Really appreciate it! This chapter was originally combined with chapter 6, but then I realized it would be way too long, so I split it up. Enjoy:D

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She reached up to touch that white-blonde hair. It looked so soft, so touchable. He pushed her away with brutal force, and her body banged against the wall behind her. She felt a soft trickle of blood ooze its way down her face. But she didn't care about the blood. She didn't even care about the raging pain vibrating in her head.

She looked up at him towering over her small, fragile body. His eyes flashed dangerously.

"Don't you ever even dare try doing that again. Filthy little Mudblood."

Filthy little Mudblood. Filthy little Mudblood. Filthy little Mudblood. Filthy little Mudblood...

Hermione jolted awake, a scream on her lips.

Just a dream, Hermione, just a dream.

She glanced out her window, the sleepiness in her eyes getting attacked by the harsh sunlight. She stifled a yawn and stretched.

Just then, her door banged open.

Malfoy, shirtless, was indeed a good sight to wake up to. So beautiful, she thought, as her eyes travelled down his well-defined chest, following the fine wisps of hair right down to ... She blushed. She tried focusing on his eyes instead, which only ended up rekindling the fire inside her. She sighed, attempting to ignore the burn.

Only after all her musing at his otherworldly beauty, did she notice the wand clutched in his hand.

"I heard screaming," he said, by way of explaining.

"Oh, uh that was me," she said. Then she felt stupid. Who else would be screaming?

He looked at her, his eyes asking the same question.

"Right. Of course it was me. I had a, um, bad dream."

"Oh," he said, visibly relaxing. "I thought -" he stopped.

She had gotten out of bed and was now stretching. His eyes bulged, and then he caught himself. "Do you want to put on a gown or something?"

Confused at his question, she looked down at herself, and gasped loudly. Merlin! She was clad in just her underwear! She felt the rush of heat to her cheeks, and attempted to cover whatever part of her body she could with her hands.

"Uh, could you please excuse me?" Hermione requested, not trusting herself to look at him.

"Not a problem," he said politely, and did as she asked.

Why is he being so polite? She wondered, as she hastily slid her gown on. He hadn't even teased her; he didn't even comment on her revealing attire.

She grabbed her wand and muttered, "Indassio!" and her bed made itself up. She had mastered non-verbal spells so perfectly, but right now, she wasn't in the mood for them. She had other things on her mind. Like the events of last night. She shivered at the memory.

His soft hands, his warm lips ... but then suddenly her perfect little bubble popped when she remembered him breaking off the kiss with a "Sorry". But what was he even sorry for?

Hermione compiled a mental list:

Perhaps he was apologizing for all the years he had tormented her? No, he had already done that. Why say it again?

Maybe it was a sorry-I-have-to-go-now kind of sorry. Hmm, possible.

Was he sorry that he kissed her? She went cold at the thought.

I'll just have to ask him.

She made her way to their Common Room, and spotted him lying on the couch, already clad in his uniform, reading. Malfoy reads? She shook her head. Focus, Hermione.

She strode up to him, demanding his attention. She looked at him, choosing to forget the underwear incident she just had, and said seriously, "Malfoy, we need to talk." His name tasted sweet on her tongue.

He glanced up at her, and enquired, "Why is it that you seem to want to do a lot of that nowadays?" He went back to his book.

"Malfoy, I'm serious." He didn't look up. She waited for him to say something, but when he didn't, she said, "Look, about last night -"He jerked his head up at that, holding up his hand to effectively cut her off.

Before she could say anything, he said, "Yes, I'm sorry about that. It won't happen again. I took advantage of you, and that wasn't right." She stared at him, dumbfounded.

He closed the book and stood up, stashing it in his bag. He slung the bag over his shoulder, and strode over to the portrait hole which swung open for him. "Don't be late," he threw over his shoulder. "Classes start in an hour." She nodded dumbly, even though she knew he couldn't see her, and turned around so that she didn't have to see him go; to literally walk out on her.

She dragged her feet to the bathroom, feeling the sudden urge to have a steaming hot shower. Whilst she got the water running, she shrugged out of her clothes. Stepping in, she leant her head back so that the water fell directly on her head. It was easier for her to order her thoughts, and when she did she felt tears sting her eyes. So she was right about him being sorry for kissing her after all. It was obvious that he didn't feel what she did last night. She was just another girl, right?

Did he regret it?

Hurt painted her feelings first, then rejection took its place, and finally, rejection moved out of the way to make way for anger. Yes, she very angry, and if he was going to carry on as if nothing happened last night, and act coldly polite towards her, then so would she. Two can play that game.

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A/N: I apologize for the uneventful chapter ... will do better in next one.

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