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Hermione woke up confused. 2107? What does that mean? She wondered what significance it had. Was it a lucky number? The date of Draco's final birthday at Hogwarts? She was really beginning to worry that she would be stuck in Draco's body forever. What if she didn't "love her enemy by the final evening"? She felt scared all of a sudden. She cursed as she remembered that she had to shower again. She showered respecting Draco's privacy as well as his wish.
Draco woke up and sighed. Still in the Gryffindor dormitories. Still Hermione. He thought of the dream he'd had. It had felt exactly like the dream the previous night. He, like Hermione, wondered what the number meant. He knew Hermione would have an idea of what it meant. He jumped into the shower, respecting Hermione's modesty as much as possible and quickly got ready. He made a mental note to ask Hermione the best way to brush the enormous amount of hair that he had to deal with without it hurting.
"Draco, when's your birthday?" Hermione asked Draco when they were sat in the library later that morning. He looked confused. "It's just, that number last night. I thought maybe it was the date of your last birthday here."
"My birthday is June 5th. Definitely not any relation to "2107"."
"No. I suppose not. Draco, what if we don't turn back before the Christmas holidays?" Hermione asked, sounding very serious.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked.
"I mean, if I have to go to your house and you have to go mine? What will we do?" She asked.
"Then we'll just have to help each other as best we can and fill in the details when we get back." Draco suggested.
"I suppose. So, how are you holding up?" Hermione asked.
"I'm alright. You?"
"I'm fine." She smiled. He smiled back. I've never seen him smile before. I wish he was in his own body; he'd look so gorgeous smiling. Shit! Where did that come from? Hermione collected her thoughts. She'd never thought of Draco like that before... ever. She dismissed the thought and they both went to Charms.
Before they knew it, it was a week before the Christmas holidays and there was no sign of Hermione and Draco turning back to normal. They had both grown quite accustomed to each other and had become quite close.
"Draco, there's only a week left before the holidays. We need to help each other. I wouldn't know what to say to your parents. What would you say to mine?" Hermione worried to Draco one morning.
"That's a very good point, Hermione. You'll hardly see my father because he'll hardly be there. My habit is also to spend most of the day in my room, so you'll have little to worry about. You'll only really have to spend meal times with them and it'll probably only be mother. And you?" Hermione thought of how she spent her holidays. She, like Draco, spent most of her time in her room, reading and writing letters to Harry and Ron.
"Similar to you. My parents are dentists so you'll hardly see them. You'll only have to spend meals with them and suffer through the "stupid muggle television programmes"." Hermione laughed. "If you want my advice, if they ask if you want to watch The X Factor, don't bother."
"OK. I don't even know what a "television" is. What does it do?" Draco asked, obviously confused.
"It's hard to describe. It's like a metal box that shows moving and talking pictures. But, unless it's the news or it says otherwise, it's not real."
"OK… there's obviously a lot of stuff I don't know about the muggle world, so you're gonna have to help me. And I'll help you as much as possible."
"This'll be fun. Now, how much have you listened in Muggle Studies, so I know where to start?"
"Don't forget that you've got detention tonight." Draco laughed as he left to go to the Gryffindor common room and "read and do homework" as Hermione normally would do.
Hermione groaned in remembrance and went to the Slytherin common room to actually do homework.
The day went by quickly and Hermione slowly trudged her way to McGonagall's office and knocked on the door. This is it. My first detention. It sucks.