A/N: Yes, I purposefully went from chapter 4 to 6. Five does not exist. If you want more of an explanation, feel free to ask.

Draco raised an eyebrow as Hermione dropped a stack of movies onto a table, a muggle television hooked up behind her. 

"So, what's the point of this again?" Draco asked as she laid out the movies and pondered which one to show him first. 

Draco felt very confused. Hermione was bent over the table in her school robes, but her unruly hair was shoved back into a ponytail. There was one short curl that had escaped from the ponytail, and he felt the urge to reach over the table and tuck it behind her ear. This small desire was very strange to him. Why was he so obsessed with fixing this one curl? He'd never cared about things like this before. Or maybe it was that there was a small part of him that just wanted to be close enough to her to touch her hair.

Wait.

What?

Why the hell would he want to touch Granger's hair?

What the hell was he thinking about?

What.

The.

Hell.

?

"The point," Hermione began, snapping him out of his trance. She blew the hair out of her face, but it only swung back. Draco's itch to move it grew. 

Stop it, he warned himself. You can't just attack Granger and touch her hair- what kind of sick person would do that?

"Is so that you know what a movie is and how amazing they are, and to try and find a song for us to sing." Draco snapped back to reality, realizing that she had spoken.

"Oh, yea, that makes sense." he agreed, playing it off. Hermione eyed him suspiciously.

"You have no idea what I just said, do you?" 

"Not a clue." Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes. She held up the movies. 

"Pick one. These are my favorites." she explained. He glanced at the titles.

Moulin Rouge? What is that, a make-up product? 

La La Land? Sounds bizarre.

Phantom of the Opera? Why the heck is that guy wearing a mask?

Mama Mia? Now THAT is a ridiculous name.

Beauty and the Beast? Which one's which?

Grease? What the hell is Grease?

He looked up at Hermione's hopeful expression. 

"Uh, let's go with La La Land?" he guessed. She nodded in approval.

"Excellent choice. But we'll have to save Phantom for last."

"How come?"

"It's the best one, next to Moulin Rouge, of course." She put the movie on and sat on the opposite side of the red leather couch. 

As the movie started, Draco raised an eyebrow. There are people dancing on cars? Why? And why are they singing? And why was there a band in the back of a van? This isn't making any sense!........Great merlin- STOP REWINDING THAT STUPID TAPE OF MUSIC! Wait why is she flipping him off? Well, if I heard him repeating the same two seconds of a song eight times, I'd probably flip him off too. Wait, what?

Hermione bit back a laugh at Draco's confused face. He really had no idea what he was watching. 

Several hours later....

They were nearing the end of Grease before Hermione noticed it. She had glanced over at Draco to spot his reaction to Sandy, only to find that they were oddly close to each other. Her guard immediately spot up. When had she moved? When had Draco slid over to be closer to her? She could not remember moving- except for getting up to put in the next movie, of course. When had they gotten so close?

Later....

As the ending of Phantom of the Opera began, Draco looked down and noted that their hands were nearly touching. Hermione wasn't paying attention- she was smiling at the ending. He couldn't really explain it, but he really, really wanted to hold her hand. He knew she's freak out of course. 

What the hell, he thought to himself. I'm Draco Malfoy. I can hold Granger's hand. The world's not going to explode if I do. 

He looked back at the movie and slowly inched his hand towards hers. He smiled at the irony of the ending and held her hand. Hermione stiffened slightly, but then relaxed. Draco bit back his surprise at how well their hands interlocked. 

They remained that way for the rest of the credits, both of them pretending that the movie hadn't ended.

A knock on the door interrupted their silence. 

"Time's up for today you two!" Flitwick's voice called. They broke apart and quickly stood up. Hermione quietly switched off the movie before turning to Draco.

"Hermione..." he began, not sure what to say. His hand tingled slightly, the ghost of her touch lingering. She waited patiently for the rest of his thought. "...Thank you."

"O-of course." she insisted, her face flushing as if she had done something illegal. She quickly turned back towards the TV. "Anytime." 

Draco smirked at her turned back and left.