"Is this seat reserved, Lady Hermione," Draco asked and sat down.
"Yes," I whispered and looked him right in the eyes.
He stood up awkwardly and stared at me.
"For whom," he wanted to know and bit his lip.
"For the young Sir Draco," I answered and giggled.
Draco sighed in relief and sat down again. Goyle sat to my left and Draco to my right. Crabbe let himself fall on the chair to Draco's right. Pansy, who came late, frowned at Draco and sat down next to some Slytherin girls, I didn't know. She threw nasty looks towards us, muttering under her breath. Snape also glared at us - well especially me.
"He still hates me," I complained.
"You're a Gryffindor and he can't give you bad grades," Draco explained and laughed.
Potions have been the same as always, Snape asked something and I was nearly the only one, who could have answered. Still he would not ask me, but Gryffindors who didn't know the answer. I sighed in defeat and continued my homework. Why did Snape hate Gryffindors so much? He could also hate Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs. Especially Ravenclaws, as they would never fail to give him an answer.
Lying in bed, my head resting on Draco's chest, I felt the strange urge to apologize to Ron. I didn't have to explain myself to Ron, but a simple apology would probably help calming him down. Deciding to say sorry right away, I sat up, gave Draco a short kiss and packed my stuff. The best thing about Draco was, that he never asked questions. He did not bother asking me what I was up to, he just embraced me tightly and kissed my forehead. I exited the Slytherin common room and rushed towards Gryffindor tower. Slytherin and Gryffindor should be fused together. Slythindor or Gryfferin. Definitely Slythindor.