Forever and Always<3

Chapter Three: Hogwarts, a History; Second Edition

9. I want my book to be published.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Draco exclaimed, announcing his arrival as he apparated straight into Hermione's living room. He had presumed that she would be there, watching another movie while eating popcorn. He made a mental note long before that he would forbid Hermione to eat popcorn because it was bad for her health and she was sick. But, who could blame her? He liked eating popcorn, too.

Draco frowned when the brunette was nowhere to be seen. He walked briskly to her kitchen, expecting to be welcomed by a mouth-watering aroma. Alas, there wasn't any. Hermione was still nowhere to be seen. So, he was left with one last option – go to her bedroom.

The blond trudged up her stairs and walked straight to her bedroom. He wondered if she was still asleep. Not that it bothered him, though. Actually, he wanted to see her asleep. Draco had seen her sleeping before. There were times where she would fall asleep while they were watching movies. There were times where she would fall asleep in his house and he had no choice but to bring her to his bedroom (even though there were guestrooms in his house). In the times when she was dead to the world, he could show his true emotions. He could have stared at her all day. Goodness, masking his true feelings from her was harder than he had though even if he was trained to mask all emotions other than hate and disgust.

He then opened her bedroom door (thankfully, it was unlocked). What greeted him, though, was a crumpled paper bumping his forehead. "Ow," he said, rubbing the spot. He glared at the crumpled paper on the floor.

"Oh, hey Draco."

"What, no 'I'm sorry'?" he asked, frowning.

"Yeah, right. I'm sorry," she said distractedly.

Draco's frown deepened as he looked around her bedroom. It was a total disaster. Hundreds of crumpled pieces of paper were scattered around the brunette who was sitting at the very middle of her room. She bewitched her desk to be shorter than normal so that she could still write on it while sitting on her carpeted floor, Indian Style. It made him amused, though, upon seeing her ferret stuffed toy sitting on her lap. Hermione's chin would constantly fall on top of it while she furiously scribbled things on a piece of paper only before crumpling the paper again and throwing it away from her. Draco ducked, wanting to avoid the bloody thing.

"Granger, you should be ashamed of yourself," the blond said, wagging a finger towards her mockingly. "We're currently experiencing a natural phenomenon called 'Global Warming' but here you are, wasting so much paper. Shame on you, Beaver. You should at least have sympathy to our Mother Earth."

"Oh, shut up," she growled, throwing another sheet of crumpled paper towards him. Unfortunately, it caught Draco off guard and he was hit squarely in his chest.

"Hey!" he exclaimed. The brunette rolled her eyes and stood up. Draco raised an eyebrow upon seeing that she was still wearing her pajamas. Her hair was tied into a loose bun and a frustrated look adorned her face.

Hermione stretched luxuriously before making a mad dash towards her bed. She gave a half-jump before plopping down. She had been clutching her stuffed toy the whole time.

"What just happened?" he asked, amusement evident in his voice. He walked towards her bed, sometimes stepping on some crumpled paper. "Hermione, what are you doing? And what are these crumpled pieces of paper doing on your floor?"

The brunette moaned when she cricked her neck. Draco blushed briefly. He didn't really need to hear those kinds of noises coming from her. "I'd been up the whole night finishing my book," she informed him. The blond bent down and peered at her. As proof, dark bags were seen below her eyes.