Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Author's Notes:

So…. It's been 5 years since I posted last. Wow. Didn't realize it had been that long…. Since then, the last book has come out, the last movie is coming out in two months, and I've gotten five years older and realized that apparently when I was 16 I couldn't spell quiet and there. Sorry about that…. Anyway, now that I am my 21 year-old self, I have made it my mission to complete this story. I have 80 reviews and quite a few of you who have added this to your favorite story list. I will do my best not to let you down again….

If you don't want to go back and read the whole thing (which actually only took me about half an hour or so) I will recap with you what's happened: Draco set fire to the Gryffindor table and got sent to live in Gryffindor for the year. All the 6th years were required to do a project where they were forced to live with the person that they sat next to in class for at least a month to prepare for the real world. Hermione and Draco were partnered up. Their job is to create a star chart with the characters backgrounds. Fred and George visited and tricked Ginny and Hermione into a shampoo that they were testing that turned their hair into "mood hair" where it would change based on their mood. See chapter 5 for details as to what each color represents.

Without further ado, chapter 6.

I'm In Gryffindor?

The Start of Something New

The rest of the weekend passed without much excitement. Draco and Hermione, while still not close, no longer avoided each other at all times and would occasionally share small talk. On Sunday evening after a long day in the library researching how to magically un-dye her hair, Hermione walked back into her dorm utterly defeated. Draco was sitting on the couch, flipping through a book on potions (however, Hermione noted, it was no potions book that they had ever used in class and it looked rather dark) and he casually glanced up as she walked through the door.

"Granger…. You look… tired? Defeated? Not entirely sure what look you're trying to go for here. But the hair is black so I'm going to go with stressed." He added, a small smirk appearing on his face. Unlike the old Draco, and by old, she meant the one from three days ago, Hermione noticed that his smirk wasn't as cruel as it used to be. Maybe it was just that she was getting used to it, or perhaps Draco was actually changing.

Hermione granted him a small smile as she fell into the armchair beside the coffee table and sighed. "Library. All day. No hair solutions."

Draco looked at her with a slight look of pity before adding "And no dinner. I noticed you didn't make it to the Great Hall." As if on cue, her stomach gave a small rumble. "I thought as much. That is why I, the best roommate of all time, and quite the good thief, got you this." He reached to the floor beside the couch and pulled up a large, covered serving plate. He set the plate down on the coffee table and pulled off the lid to reveal that night's dinner. And a lot of it. He had grabbed a serving of every dish on table!

"Draco… how did you…." She decided it was better not to ask. Scooting closer to the table and taking the fork he offered her, she simply looked up at him, cheeks slightly red, and smiled. "Thank you, Draco. This was really kind of you."

"Yeah, we'll, don't go telling people. I have a reputation to uphold, you know."

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me." She said as she took a big bite of minced pie. She considered as she swallowed, "Besides, who would believe me if I told them?" She laughed a little, her hair turning from black to gold rapidly.

"Fair enough." He smiled and sat down next to her, grabbing a piece of pie with his fingers before she could stop him. "Look at me, sharing food with a mud…. A Gryffindor" he quickly corrected himself. He was learning that calling Hermione a 'mudblood' was not gaining him any favors and he wanted to get out of this situation as soon as possible.

Hermione, choosing to ignore the word he started saying merely replied, "You'd be surprised what a bit of kindness can do for a person." She smiled, completely forgetting about her long, wasted day.

As she ate, they returned to a comfortable silence, Draco returning to the couch and his book and Hermione using her wand to conjure a glass of pumpkin juice, took a large swig before finishing the entire plate.

When she pushed it away from her now very full body, she sighed audibly. "Bloody hell, Granger, you finished that entire platter? How are you so thin?" Draco blushed at commenting on Hermione's figure and Hermione flushed that he had noticed.

"Well, I don't normally eat this much…" She tried to defend herself unsuccessfully. "This was kind of a very long day and I'm not used to not getting the results I want…."

Draco shrugged and leaned against the back of the couch again. "Well, however you put it, I just have to say I'm impressed." He rarely complimented anyone, let alone a Gryffindor, but after seeing a girl her size finish a platter that large definitely got his attention.

The two of them made eye contact and as Hermione quickly flushed and looked away, she noticed Draco did not. She noticed yellow highlights were creeping in around the gold in her hair, as she got nervous from a gaze she had never seen from Draco before. "Well, I'm beat. I think I'm gonna head to bed." Hermione faked a small yawn and stood up, walking toward the bathroom.

Draco's gaze fell to his hands as he realized that he had been staring at Hermione for quite some time. "Oh, right, well, goodnight…Hermione." Hermione stopped in her tracks. It was the first time that he had ever called her Hermione before. The way it rolled off his tongue sounded so natural… so right. It sent goose bumps all the way up her arms and down her spine.

"Goodnight, Draco." She kept her head turned away from him as she walked into the bathroom, a grin plastered on her face.

After brushing her hair and teeth and washing her face, she walked out of the bathroom to find that Draco had gone into his room for the night. Part of her wanted to knock on his door and the other part wanted to bolt into her room as fast as possible in case he came back out. Instead, her body did both. One leg went toward his room and the other leg stepped as fast as possible toward her door. She fell flat on her face.

Draco, hearing the fall, came out of his room quickly to see what the commotion was about. When he saw Hermione lying on the floor, he laughed out loud. "Granger," (Back to that I see, Hermione thought bitterly) "What the bloody hell are you doing on the floor?"

"Tripped… over a towel by the door." She made up stupidly.

"I don't see a towel." Draco observed, looking into the bathroom.

"Oh…erm, well, I don't know what it was then, but something definitely tripped me." Hermione felt her whole face flush and her hair turned bright orange, as she grew very upset over her stupidity. When a hand came into her vision, she took it and Draco lifted her with ease to her feet. He was very strong, she noticed.

"You sure you're all right, Granger? Your hair is turning green again."

Curse my hair, Hermione thought bitterly. It's becoming is nuisance again. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little embarrassed." She realized that they were still holding hands. She quickly let go and blushed. "Well, goodnight, Draco."

Draco walked over to her room and opened the door for her. "Goodnight, Hermione. Sleep well." After she walked in, he closed the door silently behind her and walked into his room.

The next morning Hermione awoke early to find Draco's door still closed. He was probably still sleeping, she figured, so she walked into the bathroom to take her sweet time in the shower. When she walked in, she realized Draco was not sleeping at all, but just getting out of the shower. If she had come in a second earlier, Draco wouldn't have had the towel wrapped around his waste. As it was, he was just tucking the loose end into the rest. "Not bothering to knock anymore, Granger?" Draco said, raising an eye at her. He was always very confident about his looks and did not bother to hide himself at all. As Hermione glanced him up and down she noticed he was confident with good reason. Draco noticed her glances and let it go a moment longer before clearing his throat to make sure she still knew he was there.

"Not bothering to look the door anymore, Malfoy?" She quickly recovered from her momentary stumble and looked back into his eyes. Their gazes met and Hermione knew that he was waiting for her to make the next move. "Right, well, I suppose I'll just wait for you to finish."

"No need, I was just about to step out. Without waiting for her move from the doorway, he slid by her, his back rubbing against her side in the process. She visibility shivered from the contact but took a step forward to try, unsuccessfully, to hide it.

"Um, well, thanks. I supposed I'll take my shower now."

"You do that." Draco suggested, winking.

Hermione closed and locked the door, turned on the water and stepped in. At least she had plenty of hot water to use. It would seem Draco took a quick shower this morning. She took her time in the shower this morning, mulling over what she witnessed this morning. Draco really did have an amazing body. His was rippled with muscles and tanner than he looked with his black robes on and just his face against his bleached hair visible.

When Hermione realized she'd been thinking about Draco Malfoy's body in the shower, she quickly hopped out and grabbed her towel. Realizing that there were still suds in her hair, she turned the shower on cold and rinsed out before drying off. She tucked the towel tightly around her body and brushed out her long, curly, navy blue hair. Navy blue… navy blue… what was that one again? She flipped through her memory and remembered that sheet of paper that explained the colors. Oh my god. Romance. Really? With Malfoy? She nearly gagged. Okay hair, not cool. This is Malfoy we're talking about. That's disgusting. What she was really ashamed to think is that she wasn't all that surprised. The two of them have had a lot of built up rage toward each other, it was bound to come out in one form or another. But Hermione absolutely refused to accept this form. He does one nice thing for me she thought to herself okay, two, the rose and the dinner, oh, and I guess I should probably count the Astronomy Tower, too. Wow, that's really adding up. But that's all within a week. We have 5 years of bad blood! Literally, our bloods don't mix….

She towel-dried her hair and, making sure the towel around her body was securely fastened, she hurried out of the bathroom and grabbed the handle to her bedroom door.

"Not so fast, Granger." Draco stopped her before she could turn the handle. "You see me in a towel, I get to see you."

Hermione turned around and glared at him. "You already saw me in a towel when you burst into the bathroom the other day."

"Yeah, but that was to save your life."

"Doesn't matter, you still had your chance."

"Yeah, well, I've gotten plenty to see just now." He said and winked.

Hermione had forgotten that she was only wearing a towel and quickly rushed into her room to change. Men were such pigs.

Draco smiled to himself having seen Hermione in a towel twice in one weekend. This was good even for his standards. Granted, Hermione was a Mudblood, but still, she certainly had a nice body." Draco grabbed his bag and walked out the door, thinking of Hermione the whole way down to breakfast. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even think to grab his friends on the floor below on the way down. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't remember that he hated everyone in his house and sat down next to Ginny in the Great Hall for breakfast. She stared at him, a spoon laden with oatmeal inches from her mouth. Her eyes grew as wide as saucers as Draco grabbed a ladle of oatmeal for himself and poured it into his bowl. Ginny finally came to her senses and set the spoon down.

"Something I can help you with, Malfoy?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope, just eating breakfast." Draco responded, still not fully realizing what he was doing. He had grown so accustom to his new relationship with Hermione that he had forgotten that he was still on very bad terms with the rest of her friends. Quickly regaining his composure, he looked at Ginny in the eye and turned his charm on full blast. "Sorry, Ginny" it physically hurt him to say her name, but he knew it was for a good cause, "I just thought that I would try to get to know you and that brother of yours and your boyfriend better since, you know, I'm stuck rooming with Hermione."

Ginny blushed when Draco had called Harry her boyfriend and her hair turned temporarily back to its original fiery red before shooting back to green. For a second she had thought that the stuff had worn off, and then she realized that the red meant love. Oh no, I'm not going to be able to talk about Harry to anyone anymore, am I? She thought bitterly to herself and she checked to make sure that her hair was back to its obnoxious green color. She was just glad that Hermione had filled her in on what the colors represented.

In order to attempt to distract Draco from making any comments about the hair, she quickly responded to his statement, "Well, Malfoy, if that's what you really intend to do, I guess you can sit with us for now. Just remember, I'm the nice one." She said with a glare that left no room for mistake of what Ginny would do to him if he tried anything funny to Hermione or any of them.

"Noted." Draco said with his best attempt at a smile. It was hard to smile naturally to his mortal enemy.

At that moment, Harry and Ron sat down across from Ginny. They took a moment to take in what they were seeing before looking to Ginny for an explanation. "He says he wants to be our friends. Looks like Hermione's really done a number on him." She said with a laugh while Draco looked embarrassed.

"Not true, I was just saying that I want this project over with as quickly as possible and I'm pretty sure that it's safe to assume I'll have to get along with Granger's friends if I'm going to pass." He said quickly to cover his embarrassment.

"Right, well, just to be clear, I'll be chummy with you until this project is over because I know the hell we'll get if Hermione doesn't get a good grade. But, I still think you're a worthless git. Understand?" Ron told Draco sternly.

"Understood. And likewise." Draco replied, not breaking eye contact with Ron.

Hermione arrived just in time to distract the two. She seemed very confused about Draco sitting with her and her friends, but it didn't seem to faze her much as she said down beside him and grabbed some food for her plate.

"How are you hungry again?" Draco looked at Hermione, astonished.

Hermione blushed and looked at her plate of food. "Threw up after seeing you in a towel." She smirked.

Draco opened his mouth to retaliate, but for once, he had no comeback.

Everyone else just stared at Hermione, wondering why on earth she had seen Draco in a towel.

Authors Notes:

All right, well, if you all want to review, that'd be great just so I know that after FIVE YEARS I still have some readers out there. Thanks guys. Hope you liked it. I know this chapter wasn't too funny, I'm just trying to get into the swing of things.