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Hermione had made it through two weeks of school. Two difficult, exhausting, but worthwhile weeks. Things were getting better, she even found herself sleeping a bit more soundly, but unfortunately it didn’t last long. Hermione’s birthday was just a week away, and the thought of it passing without the usual letter from her parents was something she didn’t think she could bare. Her intention was to skip classes on her actual birthday, and spend the day alone, as far away from anyone as possible. Her friends didn’t like the idea, but they supported her.

 

She was sitting in the Head’s common room, on the sofa across from the fire, waiting for Draco so they could have their weekly meeting. It had been a good few days, she slept halfway decent and even had the appetite for a couple full meals.

 

Draco came rushing in, still in his Quidditch gear, hair a mess and smears of dirt on his face.

 

“Practice ran late” he said as he threw his bag down and slumped into sofa next to Hermione, “I didn’t intend to be late.”

 

Hermione shrugged, “Doesn’t matter to me. Shall we review the week’s detentions? How many students did you have to give it to?”

 

Draco wasn’t paying attention to what Hermione was saying, he was shocked at how for the first time in weeks she actually looked decent.

 

“Malfoy, are you listening?”

 

“Actually no, I couldn’t help but notice the circles under your eyes have gone from a deep maroon to a pale blue. Been sneaking Madam Pomfrey’s sleeping drought?”

 

Hermione was surprised by his response. She and Draco had barely spoken since school began, and he never once commented on her deteriorated appearance. “I, well, I slept a bit better this week than I have in a while. Anyways let’s get back on subject so we can finish this, how many detentions did you give out?”

 

“Four” said Draco as he began to unlace his boots.

 

“And for what?”

 

“Hmm let me think” he said. “I caught a couple 3rd year Ravenclaws skipping class to sneak into the kitchens, a 5th year Gryffindor was trying to transfigure water into firewhiskey in one of the courtyards, and a 6th year Hufflepuff hit me with his chair while standing up in the library.”

 

Hermione gave him a dirty look, “Hit you with his chair? Really Malfoy? I’m sure it was an accident.”

 

“I don’t believe it’s in your jurisdiction to comment on my reasons for giving out detention, Granger.”

 

Rolling her eyes, Hermione continued her notes. “Alright, and I gave out two. A pair of first years were trying to charm a statue to scare students who walk by. Anything else?”

 

Draco was barely listening, “What? Oh no, nothing else.”

 

Hermione stood and began to walk to her stairs.

 

“Hey Granger!” called out Draco.

 

She sighed, “what Malfoy?”

 

“The nightmares will stop, eventually. It just takes time.”

 

Hermione looked at him for a long moment. She wasn’t sure what she should say, it was really the only time Draco spoke to her other than regarding head’s duties that wasn’t rude or insulting. She nodded, turned back around, and retreated to her bedroom.

 

As soon as Draco heard her door shut, he let out a sigh. He didn’t know where that came from. It’s not like he intended to be kind to her, or even that civil. Hell he still hates her! But there was something inside him that made him say it. It was true, nonetheless, he suffered from nightmares for years when the Death Eaters set up the headquarters in his home. And eventually, they did stop.

 

Suddenly, Draco remembered he invited a 6th year Slytherin over that evening. Half the school may be terrified of him, but he was still quite the ladies man in Hogwarts. He had already slept with most of his year, besides the Gryffindors, and most of the year below. That really only left the 6th years before the age difference became too great. He ran upstairs to shower and change out of his quidditch robes as quickly as possible.


Hermione had gone out after her meeting with Draco to see if Ginny was around. They took a walk to Hogsmeade and got a drink at the Three Broomsticks. It was actually a fun evening for Hermione, getting to catch up with her friend and have some girl time. Ginny talked about her relationship with Harry, and how well it was going. It made Hermione happy to know they finally got to be together without the war looming over their heads. Harry had broken up with Ginny at one point, in an attempt to keep her safe. Things were different now though.

 

Hermione and Ginny parted ways on the staircase to head to their respective dormitories. It was about 11 o’clock in the evening, and Hermione was looking forward to a hot shower and getting into bed.

 

When Hermione reached her bedroom, she not only saw the light come through under the bathroom door but heard the shower running as well. What the hell? She thought. Malfoy was showering when I left.

 

As she got closer to the door, she stopped dead in her tracks. Hermione could hear a girl’s voice coming from the bathroom. The girl was moaning, and it was getting louder. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, she thought. She was about to bang on the door and tell them to get out of her shower, but then stopped herself. It was Malfoy’s fault, not the girl’s, and Hermione didn’t want to embarrass her. She decided it was best to wait, and confront Malfoy after the girl left. Hermione doubted Draco was the type to invite his dates to stay the night.

 

Hermione made sure she heard the common room door completely close before saying anything. She immediately marched through the bathroom and knocked on his door.

 

“Malfoy!”

 

No response. She knocked louder.

 

“Malfoy!! I know you’re in there and not asleep.”

 

“Go away Granger, I’m exhausted.”

 

Hermione felt her anger rising. “I’m sure you are. Open the damn door right now!”

 

Again, no response. Her patience was officially tried. Hermione took a step back, waved her wand, and the door flew open. She marched right in.

 

Draco was laying on his bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. He quickly reached to make sure the towel was still in place and shot up, “Granger what the fuck!”

 

“I would appreciate it,” she started, trying not to look at his chiseled abs, “if you didn’t shag random girls in OUR shower! It’s disgusting.”

 

“But a shower shag is the best shag” he said, giving her a serious look.

 

“I don’t care! I have to use it as well and don’t want strangers doing God knows what in there.”

 

“I mean hey I’m all for experimenting, but the girls at Hogwarts are a bit vanilla. There’s really only one thing going on in there” he said with a smirk as he leaned back into his pillows. He was going to have fun with this conversation.

 

Hermione rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips, “I’m serious Malfoy, you might have grown up getting everything you’ve ever wanted, and never having to think of others, but you have to learn to be even the slightest bit considerate.”

 

“Granger I’m starting to think you’ve never had a proper shower shag, otherwise you wouldn’t be giving me such a hard time.”

 

“What? Oh shut up Malfoy. You must be drunk.”

 

“Only tipsy,” he said as he stood and walked towards Hermione, “my lovely lady friend and I shared a bottle of firewhiskey. But I’m serious, I bet you’ve never done it in the shower. No doubt Weasley kept things strictly missionary on the bed.”

 

He was mocking her, and Hermione wouldn't stand for it. She took a step towards him and slapped him, hard, right across the face. When he turned back, his eyes were dark and narrow.

 

“You have no right,” she started in a dangerously low tone, “to ever speak, or even think, about my sex life. And don’t ever talk about Ron and I together again.”

 

Draco looked down on her. He took another step towards her, bringing them just inches apart, both boiling with anger. He could see her chest rising and falling with her breath, faster and faster. “He probably didn’t know what to do with a girl like you” he said, in a husky, yet angry voice.

 

Hermione looked at him for a moment, then quickly regained her composure and stepped away. As she reached for the bathroom door she paused, and turned back to face him.

 

“At least when I shag in the shower, it’s with halfway decent quidditch players.”

 

It took Draco a minute to realize she must have been referring to Viktor Krum, Hermione’s old boyfriend. As the room began to spin, Draco stumbled back into bed. “Fucking firewhiskey…”


“You slapped him?!” asked Luna as Hermione recounted the events of the night before to her and Ginny.

 

“Right across the face. I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to say all that.” The girls were enjoying the sunshine that Saturday by the Black Lake. Hermione was still livid from the night before.

 

“Am I wrong to have gotten angry? I’m trying to be more civil to him, I really am, but come on. Shagging in my shower? No thank you.”

 

Ginny shook her head, “No, I don’t think you’re wrong. It’s not hygenic. Though I know a great cleaning charm if you want it.”

 

“Thank you, I’m glad you both agree. Do me a favor though, don’t tell the boys this happened.”

 

“Sure Hermione,” said Ginny, “whatever you want. But if you don’t mind me asking, why?”

 

Hermione thought before she answered, she wanted to say the right thing. “I just don’t want them getting the wrong idea, that living with Malfoy is so awful. It’s actually been significantly better than I thought it would be. But I don’t want them worrying. And if Ronald found out I saw Malfoy in just a towel he’d have a fit.”

 

Ginny nodded in understanding. "I agree, he wouldn't take it well. I just can't get over the fact that you've now struck Draco Malfoy, twice!"

 

Hermione laughed and thought back to that day in their third year, "Oh I was even angrier with him that day. Laughing at poor Hagrid who was about to loose Buckbeak. Malfoy was such a little prick back then."

 

"And now?" asked Luna with a shy smile on her face.

 

"Now?" asked Hermione.

 

"You said he was a prick back then. What about now?"

 

Ginny caught a glimpse of Luna's expression, and smiled knowingly.

 

"Now, now he's different," started Hermione, "still selfish, definitely conceited, and I think he's suffering from severe narcissism. But I don't see him taking the same pleasure in other's misery as he used to."

 

"I don't see him taking much of an interest in anyone these days," said Ginny. "I only ever see him talk to Blaise Zabini. Did you see the other day, at breakfast, when Pansy sat down next to him?"

 

Luna and Hermione each nodded and laughed, "Oh yes," said Hermione, "he stood right up without a word and walked out!"

 

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