Chapter 13

                                    

                                          


                          
Draco's POV
                          
Did I hear him correctly? Was I really supposed to walk Granger to all of her classes, take care of her, not to mention sleep in the same room as her? Like I was her boyfriend? The thought gave me a strange feeling. I saw Granger looking at me and I realized I had made a very weird face.
                          
"Wow and I thought I had resting bitch face," Granger said with a forced chuckle. I could tell she was just as displeased with the situation as I was.
                          
"Well you do, it's like looking at a pissed off cat." I met her eyes smirking. She had a slightly annoyed look on her face.
                          
"Hey, you said it first, I'm just meeting you joke for joke." I said putting my hands up and surrendering. To that she smirked a little.
                          
"Anyway I should probably get going, we are going to be spending every waking moment together starting tomorrow so I should spend my last remaining hours independently." I said standing up. Granger just rolled her eyes and turned to lay on her bed.
                          
As I was leaving I thought I heard her saying "Goodbye Draco" I just shook my head. I was just imagining things. 
                          
Hermione's POV
                          
What was Dumbeldore thinking! Me and Draco, together, 24/7? This is probably funny for him. Now I would have to miss class. What could possibly be worse! All I had were a few scratches. It couldn't possibly be bad enough to require constant care. And what was that about Ron saying we were back together? I thought I made it clear to him that we were done? 
                          
There were so many thoughts rambling through my head, most of them about Draco. Wait, when did I start thinking of him as 'Draco'? What was happening? One minute I am in love with Ron, next I am forced to spend every waking moment with Malfoy. I shook my head in distress at my shambled life. I found myself thinking about all of the embarrassing moments that happened with Draco, the flying lesson where we both ended up half naked in a lake, the Slytherin party I attended where I got drunk. I even caught myself blushing thinking about seeing Draco's toned topless body. 
                          
Oh my god, what the hell was wrong with me? Thinking about some guy that way. Though I would have liked to question myself further, I was so tired I ended up falling asleep. My last thoughts consist of Draco and nothing else.
                          
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I awoke with a horrible headache, it felt as though the dark lord himself was bouncing up and down in my brain. Just when I thought my pain couldn't possibly get any worse I remembered that for the next week Draco Malfoy was going to be at my side every moment of every day and night. Ugh, I groaned. Why was the world so cruel? What did I do to deserve this hell?
                          
Just then Madam Pomferey stepped in with a tray of various disgusting tasting potions. 
                          
"Good morning dear," she said in her normal cheery voice.
                          
"I wish," I muttered under my breath. 
                          
"Here, take this." She ordered, handing me a green goopy liquid. I scrunched my face up  in disgust. I quickly swigged the potion trying not to gag. Madam Pomferey nodded a goodbye to me before walking out just in time for Malfoy to walk in. Oh god, here we go. I braced myself.
                          
"Morning Granger." He said smiling. I looked suspiciously at him. What was it that made him so uncharacteristically giddy today?
                          
"Malfoy," I greeted tartly.
                          
"Oh come on Granger, do you have to be so bitter?" 
                          
"I find it hard not to when I am forced to be in the same room as an insufferable asshole." I said glaring at him.
                          
"Well I am being forced to be in the same room as an insufferable know-it all and I am doing just fine." He retorted. I just continued to glare at him.
                          
"What's got you in such a good mood today?" I asked.
                          
"Well I realized something good could actually come out of this situation."
                          
"Oh, and what might that be?" I looked at him warily.
                          
"I just  can't wait to see the faces of Mr. Perfect and Weasel when I walk you to all your classes." Malfoy said with his trademark smirk.
                          
"What do you mean?" I was a little confused.
                          
"They are going to totally freak out when they see you beside the likes of me. Especially Weasel, I can assure you he will not be thrilled to see you with someone other than himself." Malfoy explained, continuing to smirk.
                          
"Ah, now it's clear." I joked.
                          
"Are you ready to go to the Great Hall?" He asked.
                          
"I guess, why?" 
                          
"Our mighty headmaster asked me to accompany you to all of your meals." He replied, faking enthusiasm.
                          
"Oh lord. I think Dumbledore has reached a completely new level of insanity." I said, grabbing my bookbag and standing up.
                          
"That I can agree with." Malfoy said, leading me to the door.
                          
Draco's POV
                          
As we entered the Great Hall all eyes were on us, in their defense this was a sight that would only be possible if hell had frozen over. I realized that Granger had started walking over to the Gryffindor table. Oh hell no am I sitting with those prideful bastards.
                          
"Uh Granger, where the hell do you think you're going?" I asked, grabbing her arm.
                          
"To eat?" 
                          
"No, I mean why are you going to that table?" I said tightening my hold on her small arm.
                          
"You know I can't sit over there, I would immediately be pelted with various foods and hard objects." I told her.
                          
"Tough, as you may remember Dumbledore assigned you to accompany me to all of my meals. Meaning, you have to sit at my table." She said grinning like a madman.
                          
"But I-" I didn't have time to finish as she had already started dragging me over to the Gryffindor table.
                          
"Hi Hermione- wait what the hell is Malfoy hiding behind you?" Potter asked, pointing to me.
                          
"Trust me Potter, you don't want to know." I replied for her. I received a couple of confused looks from other people who had been listening to the conversation. I just sat next to Hermione trying to hide from the glares and mutters of confusion.
                          
"Why is the ferret sitting at our table?" I groaned as I heard Weasley screech.
                          
"If you must know, he is going to be my caretaker for the next week or so. Since he is the only other person with access to our dorms, Dumbledore thought it would be best for him to do it." Granger responded in a calm but annoyed voice. 
                          
"Why does someone need to take care of you?" Potter asked with his usual stupidity.
                          
"I have a small concussion from hitting my head on a bed post." She said looking a little annoyed at the constant questioning.
                          
"Oh okay. So that means Malfoy is going to be joining us for every meal for a whole week?" 
                          
"Unfortunately yes." Granger said, beginning to eat her food. I just glared at her