The Best Year Yet

8: Things get Interesting

When Hermione finally got back to her common rooms after a very VERY long day, she dropped her bags and sunk into the couch. Her head felt like someone had taken an ax to it. She held it in her hands, leaned back against the couch, and decided that she should take a shower to calm herself down.

When Hermione walked into the bathroom, she looked in the mirror and almost screamed at her reflection. There were dark circles under her eyes, her hair was more of a rats nest than usual, and her skin was so pale it was almost translucent. What was happening?

She tried to think, but he crowded her mind... She couldn't think of anything else, his blonde hair, his stormy but beautiful grey eyes, his soft lips... Hermione shook her head and started the shower. She turned it to cold and stepped in, the cool water running down her face as she sighed. It felt good and cleared her mind for a few minutes. When she got out however, her body burnt and reached a fever. She struggled to get a towel wrapped around herself before she stepped out of the bathroom. Right when she got one foot out, her legs gave way and she fell towards the ground.

Hermione closed her eyes and waited for the impact, not sure if she would be able to get up again, but it never came. Two strong but slender arms came out of no where and caught her before the floor could do more damage than her thoughts. She looked up dizzy, into the smirking face of Draco Malfoy. She suddenly had a strong urge to kiss him...

"Are you drunk Granger?" He asked, his smirk widening at her expression, "or, do you just, have something on your mind..."

The brunette looked at him astonished at what she was hearing. She wanted to say something and she opened her mouth, but all that came out was sod Malfoy, off... Tired. (Or something along those lines.) She closed her eyes and went limp, even though she wasn't unconscious. All she wanted to do at that moment, was to curl up in Malfoy's arms and fall asleep. And that's exactly what she did, but not before she heard him mutter something about a hex...
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When Hermione woke up she was surprised to see that she was in her own bed with her pajamas on. Wait, but that meant...

"Malfoy!" She screamed into her empty room, she wasn't positive he was here because it was Friday and she wasn't sure what time it was, he was probably in class. Her head still hurt but it was better now that she had slept.

But a few seconds later he swung open her door and leaned against the frame.

"That was quiet the scene you made on Thursday night Granger, almost lost your towel." He smirked at her expression.

"What does it matter if I lost my towel?! You obviously didn't feel the need for it when you dressed me last night!" She yelled at him, though, the urge to kiss him had grown stronger.

"Not last night." Said the blonde, thankfully interrupting her thoughts.

"What?"

"It wasn't last night," he said, amused at her confused expression, "it was two nights ago, it's Saturday, you slept all of yesterday."

"I what! Oh no! McGonagall is going to be so mad! What did I miss... Malfoy, Homework there's going to, Draco, be a lot of it." The brunette ranted on and didn't notice her slip ups until the boy in her door way looked at her with a slightly confused expression, which was weird for him.

"Oh Granger," he said as a slight smirk played on his lips once more, "what have you gotten yourself into..."
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A/N: Yay another chapter! This one was later than the rest but I think I'm going to start having a scheduled post so I can be more organized... So now I will be posting on Wednesdays from 7-8AM. This will be the last one that is randomly posted. I might start also posting on Saturdays or Sunday's if there are enough requests.

All character rights go to J.K. Rowling.