Nitwit

Hermione rolled over to face the wall. On the opposite side of the room was Draco Malfoy. The Draco Malfoy who had picked on her, the Draco Malfoy who's life she had saved.

'What do I know about Draco Malfoy?' she asked herself. She could never just fall asleep like some people. She had to deliberately put herself to sleep. It was a trick she had learned when she was a little child. That way she could go into a 'half-sleep' and ignore everything around her without having to dream.

'I know that he is the son of Lucius Malfoy. Lucius is a Death Eater and Draco is not. I know that he has abs. Very sexy abs. I know that he has a scar on those very sexy abs. He sleeps in his boxers. He wears boxers. He just took a shower in my bathroom.'

It was when she finished up this list that she knew very few facts about Malfoy. Assumptions and accusations and acquired thoughts were, of course, there. If she removed her previous experiences with him, she realized she knew very little.

"Who are you?" she whispered before turning over again and methodically slipping into sleep.

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The next morning Hermione woke up before dawn. Draco was still sleeping, thankfully, and Hermione grabbed some clothes to go take a shower. She turned the shower on and let the water warm up before stepping in. She stood for a minute with her head just flopped over and water running through her hair and down her body in streams. She thought about the previous day's activities and was startled by a knock to the door.

"I'm coming in," announced Draco in a familiar cold voice. "I need to use the bathroom. Don't get out."

Hermione was slightly appalled at this. Didn't he have any decency? She waited a moment and when the smell of shaving cream reached her nostrils she realized he wasn't going to the bathroom, he was using the bathroom. He was shaving.

This both intrigued her and furiated her at the same time.

"Hand me the towel, I'm coming out," she said in a bossy voice that had hints of her first-year personality in it. "I'm not going to stand in here while you shave."

"You've been warned," he said. Hermione turned off the water, wrapped herself in the towel, and stepped out.

Draco was just finishing shaving and was washing his face and rinsing the sink. He stood in jeans (only) and Hermione saw a pale network of spiderweb scars across his back.

"Stop staring," he said automatically. Hermione stood and dripped uselessly until Draco left the bathroom.

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"Where are you going to go?" Hermione asked Draco as she packed.

"I don't know."

Several moments of silence passed.

"You could come with me. Harry and Ron won't like it but you can bunk with me. You won't be any trouble at all and you might be some help."

"You don't really want me to come, do you?"

"Have any better idea? Maybe you can stay here with my mum. I'm sure you'll love an entire year without magic."

"I'll come."