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Being friends with Draco had made dance class a bit less uncomfortable. Over the past two and a half weeks Rebecca had moved on from the tango, to the swing which meant a little less physical contact in a sexual way, and this was good news to Hermione. She was having trouble pretending she didn’t see something more than friendship in Draco’s eyes every time he held her close. She had been lying to herself, desperately trying to convince herself it was only a love for the dance, not anything for her.

She had told Ron and Harry about her new friendship with Draco, and things had not gone well, especially with Ron. They failed to see that Draco had changed, and told Hermione that it would be better if she just stayed away from him. She had screamed back, reminding them that they were in no position to tell her what her best interests were seeing as they have been too busy ignoring her for the past year. She told them to come find her when they could accept that she and Draco were friends. She didn’t expect to be hearing from them any time soon.

Late one night Hermione was sitting at one of the desks in their common room finishing up her homework for her Muggle Studies class, while Draco was stretched out on the couch in front of the warm fire. The room had been silent for quite some time, and Hermione had a feeling that Draco had fallen asleep so she said, “Hey Draco, are you alive over there?” A noise that sounded vaguely similar to “Nuhghn.” Replied. She stood up and peered over the back of the couch, and there was Draco. Sprawled out and taking up every inch of the couch. Suddenly an idea popped into her head. It was kind of mean, but the look on his face would be priceless. She crept around the couch and crouched down so she was right next to his face. She leaned in and whispered, “Dracie poo, daddy’s on his way up here and he isn’t very happy. By the way, have you seen my panties?” His eyes shot open and he frantically looked around the room.

“Wha…Pansy how’d you get in here? Why are you…?” He looked down and saw a pretty brunette shaking and rolling around on the floor laughing uncontrollably. “HERMIONE!!” he yelled.

Hermione tried to pick herself up from the ground and look at him, but the second she saw his face she hit the ground laughing again. Wiping her eyes, she finally was able to control her giggles and she crawled over to the couch. “Move over lazy buns.” She said.

“No, I’m good here, thanks.”

“Alright fine, if you won’t move over then I’ll sit on you.” She said sitting on his outstretched legs.

“Ok, you do that. Now why did you do that to me?” he asked.

“Because it was funny.” She answered.

“Oh yeah, and that is a fantastic reason to scare the living daylights out of me.” He said sarcastically. She giggled.

“Sorry, I guess I couldn’t help myself.” She said. The two were quiet for a moment before Draco broke it.

“Well Hermione, as your friend there are some things I’m going to need to know. For future reference you understand.” Draco said seriously.

“Of course.” Hermione said in an equally serious tone.

“So if you would be so kind as to answer a few questions for me…”

“Ask away.” She said stretching her legs out over his.

“Ok,” he started. He seemed to be racking his brain for good questions to ask. “Middle name?”

“Jane.”

“Birthday?”

“May 26th”

“Where did you learn to dance?”

“A muggle dance studio by my parents’ house.”

“Ticklish?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Oh no Mr.Malfoy, that’s one you’ll need to find out on your own.” She said with a flirtatious smirk. “Wow, he’s rubbing off on me already.” She thought.

“Alright, fair enough. Favorite food?”

“Chocolate mousse.”

“Best friend?”

Hermione had to really think about this one. For years she had been very best friends with Ron and Harry, but now she was lucky if she even got a chance to say hello to them in between classes. It seemed that they were no longer a big part of her life. Someone else was now in their place. But could she really consider Malfoy her best friend? Not yet, she needed to know more about him first. “I don’t have one.” She said firmly.

He looked at her funny, as if there was something he was dying to ask but was holding back.

“Virgin?” he asked with his famous smirk.

“Draco!!!” she yelled slapping him on the arm.

“What? I was just wondering. Can you really blame me? I’m a seventeen year old guy.”

“That was totally uncalled for.” Hermione said her nose high in the air.

“Oh come on, you know you thought it was funny. And are you going to answer or not?”

“Yes.” She said simply.

“Yes you’re going to answer?”

“Stop playing dumb Draco. Yes I’m a virgin. You got your answer, happy now? Moving on please.”

“Ok, ok, no need to get all defensive it was only a question. Well, I think I’m done interrogating you for now.” He laughed. “Merlin she’s so cute when she’s angry.” He thought to himself.

“Alright, my turn. Where did you learn to dance?” Hermione asked with a smile. She was going to enjoy this.

Draco blushed deeply. “Uh, my mother and father wanted me to know how to dance so they could show me off at parties and such, so they made me take lessons with my younger cousin Lisa. I kinda liked it though, so I kept taking lessons even after I learned most of the ballroom dances.”

Hermione held in a giggle. The thought of Draco waltzing in the arms of a little girl struck her as very funny. “Ok, favorite food?”

“Ice cream.” He responded without hesitation.

“You mean muggle ice cream? You like a muggle food?” she asked completely thrown off by his answer.

“Yes I do. I find it’s very refreshing on a hot day. I’m not that against muggles you know, they can make good food.” He said coolly.

“Right, ok. So when’s you birthday?” she asked.

“December 13th”

“A winter baby, I should have guessed.” She said.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that your not exactly the warmest person now are you?”

He shrugged. “Point taken. Next question please. This is fun.” He said.

“Ya know, it really is.” Hermione agreed. “Are you a virgin?” she asked with a smirk on her face. She was almost positive of the answer, but she wanted to ask just for the heck of it. His expression changed to something Hermione couldn’t read.

“No comment.” Draco mumbled.

“Oh come on, I answered that question earlier even though I didn’t want to. Its only fair…” she begged.

“You’re going to laugh at me.”

“No I wont.” She assured him.

“Fine. I’m waiting for the right person, if that answers your question.” He said softly.

Hermione was doing her best to fight off giggles. “Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God, the bad boy all the girls drool over, is a virgin.” She thought to herself. “Wow, I was definitely not expecting that.” She turned her head away from him so he couldn’t see the wide grin that had spread across her face.

“See?” he said throwing his hands into the air. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you. You’re laughing.”

“No I’m not, I’m smiling. There’s a difference you know, and besides, I think it’s cute.”

“Cute? You think it’s cute? You really couldn’t come up with a better adjective than ‘cute’?” he spat.

“Hey, no need to be a prat about it.” She said with a hurt tone in her voice.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“It’s ok, now on to the serious questions. Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden? I thought you hated me.” She asked.

“Well, I did. Or actually, I was told that I did. My father wasn’t much of a family man. He was a bit like that muggle bloke, what’s his name? Hibbler? Helter…”

“Hitler.” Hermione helped.

“Yeah, that guy. It was drilled into my head as a child that muggleborns were bad, so that’s sort of all I knew. Plus, my father was not someone you wanted to defy when it came to taking orders. However, I’m a Malfoy, and Malfoy’s don’t take orders from anyone. I will befriend anyone I choose, and for once I made the right decision and stopped trying to make your life miserable. ” He finished.

Hermione nodded sadly. “It couldn’t have been easy for him.” She thought. “Okay, well why me? Why did you always have to pick on me?” she asked.

“You’re a strong person, I knew you would be able to handle it. And I was right too, the broken nose you gave me in the 3rd year is proof enough.” He said touching his nose at the memory. “And it bloody hurt too!” he added.

She laughed. “Well, I’m sorry, but you were and ass back then, you deserved it.”

“Don’t worry, I know I did.”

“Hey Draco? Do you think we could just start over, and forget the past?” Hermione asked.

“No.” He said quickly.

“Oh, um…okay, well just forget I said anythi…” he cut her off.

“No, because if I forget everything in the past then I wouldn’t like you half as much as I do now.” He said. Hermione looked at him shyly and blushed. That was probably the nicest thing he had ever said to her. “Actually,” she thought, “That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Hanging around Ron and Harry for six years meant that Hermione wasn’t used to compliments on anything other than her brain, it was a refreshing change. For the longest time they just sat there, staring at each other, drinking the other in as if trying to figure them out by simply looking at them. Hermione was the first to break the silence.

“I think we uh, we should get to bed.” She said trying as hard as she could to tear her eyes away from his handsome face.

“Yeah, your right. I guess I’ll see you at breakfast then?”

“Yep. Don’t be late.” She said smartly.

“I wouldn’t dare keep you waiting Miss Granger.” He said sincerely before he turned and walking up the steps to his room.

She smiled slightly, “You already are Draco…” she thought sadly.

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