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Chapter Six: Movie snoozes.

Before the argument could break out a tapping noise could be heard on the kitchen window.

"That will be an owl." Malfoy shrugged and sat back down.

"How do you know?"

"Please, Granger, I've lived with that noise all my life, it's an owl at your window."

"Whatever you say Malfoy." She walked to the window slowly before rushing to it, "Hey Hedwig." The owl held the letter forward for her and she took it, "Sorry, I haven't got anything right now." She petted the owl before it took off.

"Told you." Malfoy smirked as she walked back in.

"Shut up pervert."

"Back to that, are we?" He chuckled.

"Yes pervert we are."

"Grow up Granger and read your damn letter."

"Don't tell me what to do! I'll read it when I want to read it."

"Fine I'll leave so you can read your letter." He got the subtle hint-women he thought.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

"Pervert." He just chuckled as he shut the door behind him.

Hermione smiled as she took in the familiar writing. Gosh I miss you all. She told the letter before opening it.

Hermione,

Hope you're having a nice summer. Anyway, I just wanted to know when you're supposed to arrive because we all miss you. Hope to see you soon!

Ginny.

She wasn't surprised Ginny had used Hedwig instead of Errol-what with the unreliability-and the fact she was Harry's steady girlfriend meant he wouldn't have minded.

"Well?" Malfoy came in five minutes later with parchment, a quill and ink.

"How did you know I would want them?"

"Please, of course you would want to reply." He shrugged it off, "You always have to have the last word."

"Thanks and yes, yes I do have to have the last word." She chewed her lip before smoothing out the parchment and inking up her quill.

"No problem, so who was it from?"

"Ginny actually."

"What'd she want?"

"Nosy much…just to know when I was going to the Burrow."

"Oh."

Ginny,

I told you before school ended that I'd be coming tomorrow! Honestly your memory sometimes. I've had a

She paused and looked at Malfoy before turning back to her letter.

Interesting summer-I'll explain more later. See you soon.

Hermione.

"Back soon." She told Malfoy before heading into the garden-having to run through the rain-and in the shed to get her owl-Circe-before sending him to the Burrow with her letter. Heading back inside Malfoy stood at the door and held out a towel.

"Here." He wrapped it around her shivering figure-stupid British weather and not knowing what season it was!

"Thanks." She murmured awkwardly.

"No problem." He took her shoes off her and left them in the hall before sitting with her on the couch, "Are you cold?" He asked.

"A bit." She said reluctantly.

"Okay." He waved his wand and two seconds later he was magically making hot chocolate.

"Cheat." She smiled as he handed her a cup of steaming goodness.

"I don't care, it's easier." He sipped his.

"It's good." She nodded.

"Exactly, only magic hot chocolate can taste this good."

"So you've tried Muggle?"

"No, I just know."

"You just know?"

"Fine then, later you can make some the Muggle way, and we'll try it and see which is better."

"You're on." She accepted the challenge easily.

"Now what?"

"Um…we could watch a movie?"

"Movie?"

"Yeah, it's like a television programme but not in separate chunks."

"Okay…"

"You'll love it." She smiled, "I have the perfect film."

Later that evening Hermione was crouched in front of the television clad in her pyjamas when Draco chuckled behind her.

"That looks girly."

"It's Romeo and Juliet."

"Shakespeare?"

"Well done, now hush." She sat back on the couch nursing her hot chocolate-made the Muggle way, "Is it better?"

"Mmm…I don't know." He smirked.

"In other words, yes."

"No, it's different without the crackle of magic."

"Okay…" She smiled smugly-he liked it, she just knew it, only his pride would never admit it.

Gradually as the film continued they shifted unconsciously closer until Hermione and Draco sat pressed up together, then Hermione's eyes started to droop and her head lolled onto his shoulder tiredly.

"Granger?" He whispered to her.

"Mmm…" She mumbled half asleep.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." He shifted her into his arms and slowly stood up and walked up the stairs. He eased her onto her bed as he pulled back her covers. As he tried to tuck her in she mumbled to him.

"Malfoy…" Her arms stretching towards him.

"Yes Granger."

"Stay…please…" She sighed, her eyes closed still.

"Sure." He carefully climbed into her bed with her and she snuggled onto his chest. Hesitantly he stroked her curls from her face as he watched her become more relaxed, no lines and a slight smile. He pondered those perfect, full lips. Wondering if he should push his luck he cautiously leaned down towards her face.

Then her eyes fluttered open and he braced himself for the hounding from hell but instead she leaned towards him but paused just an inch away seeming unsure of what to do next. So he took the lead and cut through that last inch and covered her mouth with his softly. Tentatively she responded with kissing him back. Mere seconds later, they drew back and gazed at each other. She offered him a timid smile before resting on his chest once again and falling quickly into a content sleep as if the last fifteen seconds hadn't happened at all.

He touched his lips slowly and a smile, not a smirk, a genuine smile covered them before a saddening thought crossed his mind making his smile falter and him to lean back slowly against the enticing pillows, falling to sleep in Granger's bed happily.

I'm going to pay hell for that later when she wakes up.