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A/N- Thank you all for reviews! I'm going to put your names in the next chapter, because I lost the list I made. Sorry!

Chapter 8- Names

Hermione was cold. Not just cold, as in she forgot her cloak at the house, but teeth-chattering, goosebump-inducing cold. And she wasn't happy about it.

She was cursing her bare shoulders and high heels she was wearing from a couple hours ago. A couple hours ago. In a warm room. Blessed, blessed warm room.

When Bellatrix and her Death Eater friends had crashed the Zabini ball, Draco had fled the house, claiming that "Cindy" was having stomach pains. He had then taken Hermione to the Manor and grabbed a backpack. Then he Apparated her to this forest, and hadn't said anything since.

"Malfoy, you better tell me something soon before I hex you into the next century." Hermione threatened, raising her wand in shaking hands. With her frizzy brown hair framing an angry face (The Cindy spell had worn off), she didn't look quite forgiving.

"Well, you're in luck Granger," Draco said as he suddenly stopped. They had reached a clearing in the dark forest. "We're here."

Hermione stared at the damp ground. "We're staying here." It was more of a statement than a question.

Malfoy dropped the backpack. "Yep. I did my research. The horcrux is here."

"But what about- Bellatrix- she- I-"

"She can't find us here."

"How do you know?"

"I just do. Now stop being difficult and put up the tent." Draco opened up his backpack and pulled out a tent that, without magic, certainly couldn't have fit in the bag. Enlargement charms had done the trick.

Luckily, after the Golden Trio's 7th year expedition, Hermione was quite the expert at tent-putting-up. She was done before Draco had finished unpacking a couple sleeping bags.

"I'm impressed, Granger."

"I'm not a priss, Malfoy."

"I never said you were. It's like you want to start arguments with me."

"As you can see, it's not very hard."

"You know what? I'm going to be the bigger person and tell you to get in the tent. You are obviously quite cold." Draco pointed at the opening flap.

"I-" Hermione was about to protest. "Alright." She said sheepishly.

When she entered the tent, she was surprised to see that it was the ordinary Muggle kind. No extra rooms with a full, built-in kitchen and plumbing. No, it was just big enough for the two of them and their things.

"Surprised?" Draco said as he climbed in after her.

"Yeah, I am." Hermione admitted.

"Magic is traceable now. We want to use as little as possible." He explained as he began to haul their belongings in.

"Oh." Hermione said. She grabbed her sleeping bag from Draco's outstretched hands and smoothed it out on the ground. They worked together in silence until they had all of their things in. Then Hermione realized, blushing, that she still had to get dressed.

"Ah, Malfoy?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah?" He was fluffing his pillow.

"Did you pack me any clothes?"

Draco looked panicked. "Oops."

"YOU FORGOT MY-"

"Shut up Granger! I was joking! They're right here." Draco turned around, grabbed some clothes, and threw them at her.

Hermione looked embarrassed. "Oh." She looked through them and picked a pair of sweats and a plain tee-shirt. She reached to unzip her dress when she realized Draco was watching her. "Uh, excuse me? Turn!"

Draco flushed. "Like I'd want to watch!"

"We all know you do." Hermione said. She quickly got dressed, and slipped into her sleeping back. Draco followed suit. They laid in silence for 10 minutes, in the dark. Crickets were chirping. Although they didn't know it, they were both staring at the ceiling of the tent.

"Malfoy?" Hermione suddenly said, breaking the stillness.

"Yeah?"

"What are we doing here?"

"Looking for the horcrux."

"Are you sure it's here?"

"Yes."

Another minute.

"Malfoy?"

"Yes?"

"You know how I told you there were two more horcruxes?"

"Yes."

"We don't have to worry about the other one."

"We don't?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Harry's trying to find it."

Malfoy didn't even bother to ask how she knew this, or if she was sure, or whether or not Harry was capable of finding the horcrux on his own. If she was trusting him so far, he would trust her.

"Oh." Was all he said.

Another minute.

"Malfoy?"

"Yes?" He was beginning to sound exasperated now.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

Draco couldn't say he was surprised at this question. He had been waiting for her to ask it.

"Would you rather I be mean to you?"

Hermione hesitated. "No. It- It's just that-"

"Death Eaters aren't supposed to be this nice?"

"No! Draco, you're different."

A long pause. A very, very, long pause. Then-

"You called me Draco."

"I- I did?"

"Yes."

"Oh." She was silent. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?"

"Yes."

"I never said you had to be."

"Oh, I just thought, you know…" It was silent for another couple minutes. An awkward silent.

"You know what? It's rather foolish that we call each other by our last names anyway. We are working together, aren't we?"

"Yes. I suppose we are."

"Okay then… Hermione." Draco couldn't help it, he liked the way it rolled off his tongue.

"Okay then… Draco. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

But neither of them really slept. It's hard to sleep when your minds are spinning.

A/N- Thank you all for sticking with me this far. You know what I remembered? I forgot to answer my own review questions… I'm so stupid sometimes. Okay here:

Do I like Twilight? No. (Don't hate me.)

Favorite Ice Cream? Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough!

Favorite HP book? Deathly Hallows or Order of the Phoenix.

Review question for today- Do you think Harry Potter would make a good emo? (I know, random!)