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One brick at a time	By : Cheichei87 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5246 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A.N:

Apologies for the delay in updating, unfortunately life can get in the way sometimes and to be honest I struggled with where to end this chapter. Hopefully I'll have chapter 7 up in better timing!

Chapter 6

Too good to be true, she knew the magic of Hogwarts wouldn't transcend into her current sleeping habits, or lack thereof. Readjusting her pillow for what felt like the hundredth time, attempting to avoid the dreamless sleep potion she had in her toiletries bag.

Her toiletries bag... ugh it's in the bathroom...

Just as she was contemplating getting up and getting the potion, a light under the door caught her attention. There was a shadow passing across her door, but no sound, obviously a silencing spell had been cast. The shadow didn't linger near her rooms, but seemed to settle on one of the wing backed chairs.

So, do I go out, go to the bathroom and get my potion; or alternatively stay in here and hope for the best?

Normally, she would just get up, storm passed Malfoy and get her things and storm back. However, she's not even sure she has the energy to rebuff a smirk or the mental capacity to come up with a jiving retort. Ironically, she was so tired; tired of all the immature dribble, the name calling, the insecurity of it all. She just wanted some normalcy, some peace, a place to find herself again.

Ugh, this is way too deep for 2am. Oh fuck it, I'm just going to balls up and go get the bloody potion. He can sod right off.

She swung off her blankets, slid out of bed, and made her way to the door before she could convince herself otherwise. Her hand on the door handle, she took a deep breathe, at least semi conscious of not ripping the door open and making a fool of herself, and slowly opened the door. She choose to not even look at the lounge chairs in the centre of the common area, instead walking towards the bathroom. Once there, she quietly closed the door and went to the cabinet she had designated as hers. She found the dreamless sleep potion easily, then began the internal debate of weather to take it now or wait until she was in the safety of her own room. There would only be a small window before she essentially passed out, so the decision needed to be made. Sighing, Hermione opened the bathroom door, potion bottle in hand and was met with a pair of intense grey eyes boring into hers, from the wing backed chair. Deciding she needed to return to her room eventually, Hermione began taking steps towards her destination.

"If you add peppermint essence to the vile and swirl, it takes away the cotton mouth feeling, and doesn't effect the result" Malfoy's voice echoed off the walls. Hermione stopped and turned to him,
"Excuse me?"
"The dreamless sleep", he glanced in the direction of the small bottle in her hand.
"And how can I be sure it won't make the potion ineffective?" She maintained the eye contact, refusing to step down.
"Snape taught it to me" he replied, as if this was the only explanation necessary.
"He never mentioned it in class?" She replied, shocking herself that she was even buying into this advice, if you could even call in that.
"Yes, well he chose do divulge that little gem, after the Darkest Wizard of our age moved into my family home, and I couldn't sleep." He sighed, his internal debate slated across his face,
"Snape said he refrained from revealing the information, in order not to tempt one into using it on too much of a regular basis."
Hermione took deep, almost shuddering breathe;
"Well thank you for the advice, I'll be sure to add it in." She dropped her eyes away from him, turning her body to return to her room, wondering if she had any peppermint essence in her bag.
She was almost at her door, hand raised to escape this way too revealing conversation, at 2am.
"It's effectiveness ebbs away you know?" He spoke, only a tone louder than a whisper "Eventually you either take more and more or go without.... Its a slippery slope to be on Granger"
She took a shuddering breath , afraid that once she responded, it was out there. Out in the universe, making it a bit to real, and all to Draco Malfoy.
"Regrettably, I too have already learnt that lesson Malfoy."
She opened her door and slid inside, finding herself leaning against her door, for the second time since her return to the school.

'Since when do I even have civil conversations with Draco Malfoy? Let alone at 2am, about our darkest secrets, in my pyjamas'

It was only then that it occurred to her to glance down at what pyjamas she was wearing that evening. Hermione let out a little squeal, as she realised she was wearing her floral shorts, which sat just on her thighs, a baby blue singlet and no bra.

'Fuck, just give him a bloody show as well as let out all my worldly secrets on the first night'

Trying not to beat herself up too much, Hermione downed the potion, and climbed into bed. Setting her muggle alarm clock so she'd actually get up, she allowed herself to pass out.

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The following morning was welcomed with the irritating ring of the bell on her alarm clock. Hermione slightly fumbled to stop the noise, but her hand made impact finally. Rolling from the comfortable confines of her bed, she made her way to the shower, towel in hand. There was a slight bounce to her step that she'd been missing, to be honest for the last couple of years, a sense of purpose, without an under laying of fear; of injury, death, murder, capture the list goes on.

Emerging from the shower, Hermione was in luck and didn't bump into Malfoy in any way. Her typical organisational skills coming out, as Hermione reached for her shirt, from the pile of her allotted clothes for the day, she also had a red and white patterned scarf to tie around her hair, just as Ginny had shown her. Although most of her time was spent naked and shagging Harry in every room of the house, once she heard Hermione was returning to the school to help out, Ginny had been more than helpful.

"Hermione, just because you're going back to the school grounds, doesn't meant you have to look drab a dreary", the young witch remarked, "the war is over. Put your best food forward I say"
Hermione had smiled at Ginny, as she was organising her belongings.
"I know you've never really cared for knowing any of these, but I've got a list of some really great hair charms for you" she looked at Hermione with such pleading in her eyes, she took the list from her.
"I was always focusing on school, or researching, or making sure the boys didn't kill themselves" she replied.
"I know that," Ginny replied, moving towards Hermione, " but it's time to focus on you. And you my friend, need to look like every part of the amazing witch that you are."
Hermione found herself giggling, and spending the afternoon perfecting the wand movements for each hair style. In retrospect, this truly would save her time, and the afternoon with Ginny had been just what she needed.

Hermione glanced into the mirror, her overalls sat nicely on her body, easy to move in, but still showing her shape, over her old black tshirt, she was feeling good. Her hair was currently wrapped in the patterned scarf, a French twist contained beneath it. She had added some mascara and lip gloss, to finish her look. This may not have been a fashion show, but Hermione felt good.

Step One on the mission to find myself; give a shit about what I look like for once, instead of trying to stop Harry and Ron from getting themselves killed or expelled, complete, for now.
With a deep breath, Hermione gathered the papers and clipboard McGonagall had assigned her yesterday, and made her way out of her quarters.
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