Chapter 2

Fighting

Hermione groaned.

" Draco. Will you please go to bed? I have classes tomorrow and I will not be able to wake up early if you keep me up!"

" Well, you are just going to have to live with it. Do what McGonagall said! Compromise."

Draco was driving Hermione crazy. His arrogant drawl annoyed her immensely. She had no idea how she was supposed to live with him.

" You think this is normal? This is not normal. People do not stay up til four each morning!" Hermione argued.

" And it is not normal for a pureblood to have to room with a mudblood. This goes against everything I stand for."

" You can change, Draco. This goes against what your father stands for."

" There is no difference. I will room with you. But I won't like it," Draco concluded. Morning was creeping through the window and Hermione concluded that she would be going another night without sleep.

" I am going to take a shower. You might want to get one when I am done as well. Get your things ready for class."

" You are telling me to get ready for class at four?"

" You kept me up all night, I will keep you awake all day. Let's go!" Hermione walked off to the shower. Hopefully, the warm water would release some of the night's stress. She stepped into the shower room that was to the right of her bedroom. Each room now had its own shower room for convenience. Entering hers, she heated up the water, going over yesterday's events in her head.

Draco strolled around the room, studying Hermione's possessions. She was freakishly organized, and there was not a single object out of place. Draco noticed that even though she had gone for a shower quite abruptly, she had managed to make her bed seamlessly. Draco wondered why he cared. She could clean up after him. That much was evident, but the Gryffindor's fiery temper had shown him that the Gryffindors were not so different from his own house. Draco again reprimanded himself for finding any good in the mudblood.

This organization is scary. She is over obsessive. Her hair looks like a rat's nest and she never stops talking.

Stating the bad about Granger seemed to calm him.

She is just a mudblood.

Hermione went over everything bad about this pairing as she washed her hair. Getting out of the shower would be hard, as she had not brought a change of clothes with her. Changing would be difficult, as would be wearing pajamas. She would always have to wear a bra. She wished they had a curtain between rooms. Hermione started humming. It was a sad song, one her mother used to sing to her when she was upset. It always seemed to calm her down.

When you get upset,

Quiet, don't you fret,

When you disagree,

Listen to me,

And when the night does fall,

The wind starts to swirl around,

Remember in times of distress,

Love can yet be found.

Draco listened to her sing. Her sweet voice carried the melody around the room until it wrapped around his brain. She was only a mudblood, but she sure could sing.

Stop it, Draco. Stop finding the good in the mudblood.

But Draco couldn't help it. She was not as bad as he initially thought.

Hermione squealed. The second she stepped out of the bathroom, Draco turned to stare at her. Hermione pulled the towel tighter against her body.

" Draco! Close your eyes, turn around and don't turn back until I say so!" Hermione demanded. Draco complied, turning, but had enough time to fire out an annoying comeback.

" Why, Granger? Isn't like there is anything to look at anyways. My god. Mudbloods are so uptight!" Draco ranted. Hermione growled as she quickly dressed in her uniform. She was just fastening her tie when Draco turned around.

"Oh good. You're dressed." Hermione looked at him angrily.

" I told you not to turn around until I told you that you could!" She yelled.

" I didn't see anything! You were already dressed!" he protested.

" But what if I hadn't been?" she countered. Draco growled when he headed off to shower. As he entered the bathroom, he noticed that it smelled very strongly of Hermione's soap. It was almost intoxicating.

Stop, Draco! He chastised himself. She is a mudblood Gryffindor, don't betray your family and Slytherin. Draco listened to his inner voice. He searched the bathroom for other shower products. He found none. Looks like he would be going without a shower today. Draco left the room. She had made his bed. Hermione had made his bed and left a note.

" Went to the library. Tonight please try to turn in earlier. Our schedules are on the door. I won't see you today and I have a late study session with the Ravenclaws, so I won't see you until 10:00 to 10:30. Please try to be asleep by then. I know it is hard to change your routine, but we all have to adjust now.

Next time I see you, can you not have a go at me? See you tonight, I suppose.

Hermione "

Draco skimmed the note's contents. She never gave it a rest, did she? Though he was relieved not to see her in classes, he did hope to see her in the halls. He wanted to ask her about the shower stuff. Or maybe he would ask her tonight. Now that they shared a room. Maybe something good could come out of this.

Stop finding good in her!

Or maybe not.

A note:

SO SORRY! This chapter took so long to finish. I had a very long vacation, and finals and it was all very crazy. I'll stop making excuses. I know I posted this, but for some reason I never expected people to read it, much less like it and follow me! Thank you so much! Please review, even if it is just to be mad about the late update. Next chapter soon, I promise.

Annie