Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione or Draco. They are creations of J.K. Rowling and I am merely borrowing for a bit. I will give them back to her.

Author's Note: This fic was inspired by Imogen Heap's song, Say Goodnight and Go. Hence the title. It is NOT a song fic. Hope you enjoy….

Hermione couldn't believe what she was seeing with her own eyes. She blinked once, thinking that the image might waver and disappear. Her mouth hung open slightly and she snapped it shut when she realized that people had begun to stare, at her. Her lips twisted into a grimace. She couldn't believe it.

Draco Malfoy was enrolled in The Healer's Institute. How the overgrown prat had managed to follow her here was a mystery. Had his grades at Hogwarts really been good enough to attend, or had his Daddy paid his way into the prestigious institution? She stared at her quill; she had it twisted it into a feathery mess. Sighing, she threw down her writing instrument, ran a delicate hand through her curly mane, and stared once again at her former schoolmate.

Any boy who looked that handsome ought to be fined, she decided.

"I agree," said a voice from the other side of her.

Hermione jumped in her seat. She forgot that her new roommate Selena was sitting next to her. They had just met two days ago when they moved into a dorm room together. It was orientation day, and it was seven o'clock in the morning. Hermione was never at her best early in the morning.

Selena seemed unfazed by Hermione's edginess. "He is definitely worth drooling over."

Hermione wiped her mouth quickly, embarrassed that she found just a little bit of saliva at the corner of her lips. Selena grinned and flipped her long, sleek black hair over her shoulder. Her green eyes twinkled and she smirked, knowingly.

Hermione glanced over at Malfoy one last time. He was flirting shamelessly with a couple of girls right in front of him. "He's not that cute," she declared, leaning her elbow on the little desk that was in front of her. It slid out from the side of the seat. They were all sitting in a huge lecture room, waiting for orientation to begin. Hermione tried her hardest to allow her curtain of hair to hide her face from her old schoolmate.

Selena snorted, an indelicate sound from a lovely girl. She rolled her eyes and said, "On a scale from one to ten, that guy is a twenty." She shrugged and pulled out her own quill and parchment from her bag. "Well, if you're not interested, I am."

"Be my guest," mumbled Hermione under her breath.

A middle-aged witch in stylish green robes walked onto the dais in the front of the room. A hush fell over the room as she cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. Hermione stole a last glance over at Malfoy before turning her attention to the woman who was currently introducing herself as the Program Director for first-year training healers. Why did he have to be so cute? She thought.

Hermione ran into Malfoy later that day at lunch. Literally. She was carrying her tray piled high with salad and fruit to her table when she turned a corner and ran smack dab into a very male figure. A yelp escaped her lips as the tray flew from her hands and her food exploded all over them. Blood rushed to the tips of her ears as she bent down to pick up the remnants of her lunch. She was not having a good first day of classes.

"I am so sorry," she said, as she reached out to pick a piece of lettuce off the black cashmere sweater of the young man. She couldn't look at him, she just couldn't.

A hand fell heavily on hers and gently pulled her hand away. "Granger, it's okay."

At the sound of his familiar voice, Hermione yanked her hand away forcefully, losing her balance and falling unceremoniously on her bottom. Groaning, she closed her eyes, wishing the floor would open and swallow her. She heard a chuckle and opened them cautiously. Draco Malfoy was crouched on the floor in front of her, lettuce all over his front and a strawberry plastered on his cheek. She looked down at herself and realized that she didn't look much better. She picked a tomato from her skirt before snapping her knees together. If she wasn't mistaken, Malfoy had just gotten a pretty good view of her knickers. How humiliating!

He stood and held out his hand, as if to help her stand. Cautiously, she took it and he pulled her to a standing position. She brushed herself off unconsciously.

Draco grinned at her and fished around in his pockets for his wand. "I don't think you'll be able to salvage that plate, but I can at least clean us up." Using a quick spell, he magicked away the remnants of her lunch.

Hermione barely managed a thank you before Malfoy swept past her, whispering in her ear, "Purple is a good color on you, Granger."

He was gone before Hermione understood. She whipped around to admonish him, but he was gone. She only had one thing on that day with purple in it, and it wasn't something Malfoy should be looking at.

Blushing for the second time in the last five minutes, she ran from the cafeteria to get a hold of herself before the next class.

When she entered History of Healing I, Hermione chose a spot in the second row, right in the front of the professor. She was determined to do as well in university as she had done at Hogwarts. Everyone knew that of the one hundred students who had entered the Healing Institute yesterday, only twenty-five would graduate. Those were the statistics. Hermione was determined to be one of those twenty-five.

Hermione checked her watch. She had ten minutes before class started. Pulling out the books that she had already purchased for the class, she began to reread the first chapter. She was on page ten when someone tapped her on the shoulder. Whirling around, she found herself nose to nose with Malfoy. He was sitting in the elevated row directly behind her.

"Oi, Granger!" Malfoy's eyes were alight with mischief.

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned back around, determined to ignore the oaf. He was not going to ruin her career aspirations to become a healer. She would refrain from cursing or hexing him. She didn't want to get into trouble. She wasn't going to jeopardize her schooling because Malfoy had said something inappropriate to her.

She felt him lean down next to her.

"Seems we're going to be spending a lot of time together, Granger. Want to be study buddies?" he asked, his tone mocking.

"Shut up, Malfoy," Hermione ground out.

His only answer was a derisive laugh. Malfoy was about to say something else when he was interrupted by the professor, who had just walked into the room. He kept quiet the rest of the hour, but Hermione knew that he was staring at her the entire time.

As soon as they were dismissed, Hermione shoved her notebook into her book bag and headed straight for the door. She had made it outside the building and was walking determinedly towards the student center before Malfoy caught up with her.

She had known that he was following her, but they were in a well-trafficked area. He couldn't do anything to her. She felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned around, gripping her wand. She pointed it directly at his neck. Malfoy paused a moment.

Hermione glared at him, her unruly hair coming loose from her ponytail. In a low voice, she said to him, "I'm not taking your shit anymore, Malfoy. You and I both know that I could hex you so badly right now that it would take the most accomplished healers to sort you out." She paused, letting that statement sink in. He just stared back at her, his grey eyes steely and boring into hers. "Enough is enough. Grow up. We're nineteen years old." She took a step towards him, her expression threatening. He took a step back, off the path. "You aren't going to call me a mudblood; you aren't going to curse me behind my back; you are going to stop making comments about my purple underwear. Do you understand me?" Malfoy didn't respond.

"Do you understand?" Her voice rose and her hand shook.

Malfoy nodded slowly. Hermione, still on guard, lowered her wand an inch.

"Fine," he said finally. "But, I have a couple of things to say to you, too."

Hermione's eyebrows rose incredulously. Who was Malfoy to bargain with her?

"I'll be nice to you, but you have to agree to do one thing." Hermione eyed him skeptically. "You have to agree to study with me."

Hermione's wand hand dropped to her side and her mouth fell open. "What?" she cried in disbelief. "Why would you want to study with me?" She crossed her arms, analyzing his stance and expression. She had known Malfoy for years; she knew his body language.

A sardonic smile crept onto her face. "Oh, I get it," she said, nodding her head. "You want to copy all of my notes. You want to skip classes and get top grades."

"No." He sounded insulted. Copying her stance, he stood to his full height. Hermione had to lift her chin to look at him. He was around six feet now, with broad shoulders and well-defined arms. He wasn't gawky or awkward. He had grown up, and he was extremely attractive. She understood why Selena had been interested in him.

"Of the one hundred students who walked into this program yesterday, only twenty-five will graduate. I plan to be among those twenty-five. And, if I study with you, I'm sure to accomplish that goal," he explained.

Hermione paused. "Did you just compliment me?"

He shrugged and glanced away from her.

Hermione rolled her eyes and then pursed her lips. "Fine. But, no derogatory comments about me for the rest of the year."

Hermione figured that she would only be in one or two classes with him anyway. An hour or two of studying a week with him couldn't be that bad, right?

Before she turned to go, Malfoy snatched her schedule from her hands.

"Well, let's just see what courses we have together." He perused her schedule. A grin slowly spread across his face. "Oh, Granger. Oh, yes. We will be spending quite a bit of time together, now won't we?"

Hermoine grabbed her schedule from his hands. "Will you ask before taking, ferret?"

"Oh, no, no, no," cried Malfoy, wagging his index finger in front of her face. "If I can't call you mudblood, you most certainly will not be calling me ferret or anything related to that vermin. You got it?"

"Fine." A worried frown crossed her face as she glanced down at her schedule again. "How many classes do we have together?" she asked suspiciously, wondering what she had gotten herself into.

Hermione had five classes total that semester—History of Healing I, Physiology and Anatomy, Magical Maladies: Part 1 (there were seven other sections that she would have to take as well), Curing Charms, and Common Emergencies of a Wizarding Household. By the end of her second day, she knew she was in trouble.

Draco Malfoy was in four out of five of her classes; and Professor Slipnitch had assigned them to be lab partners in Physiology and Anatomy. It was impossible to ignore the git when he was five inches away from her, and she could smell his cologne. She breathed in deeply, desperately trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach. She barely managed to catch the assignment that Slipnitch gave them. Day Two wasn't going much better than Day One. With a grumble, she gathered her things together and traipsed out of the classroom.

Malfoy didn't bring up studying together again. He was perfectly polite to Hermione throughout all of their classes, but that didn't mean that Hermione trusted him. She kept one eye and ear on the professor and the other on him. He didn't necessarily acknowledge her presence in every class, yet she knew that he watched her like a hawk. She was completely aware of him, of the exact moment he entered the classroom to the time he left.

By the end of the first week of classes, Hermione Granger discovered something about Draco Malfoy that she never knew before. Draco Malfoy had a sense of humor. A really good sense of humor. Sometimes it was malicious, sometimes it was stupid, sometimes it was just plain witty. He drove her crazy, sneaking up behind her, whispering silly, useless facts in her ear.

"Did you know that a pig's orgasm lasts thirty minutes?" They were standing in line for lunch and Hermione had just ordered a ham sandwich. She had choked on the gum she was chewing. She hadn't known he was next to her until he was walking away from her, whistling the tune to the latest Weird Sisters song.

Or, there was the time when he had found her in the library at a table on the third floor in the back left-hand corner. He had bent down close to her ear and whispered, "Did you know that everyone's thumb is the same length as their nose?" She gave a shriek before catching herself. She whirled around in her chair, only to have him walk away and flash a sly grin at her. And, damn him, then she had checked. She really had, once she was sure that no one was around. It was true. How had he known that?

She had also researched the pig fact. It took a little bit of time, since it was harder to gain access to the internet in the magical world. Hermione got her chance a week after he told her. She had brought her laptop to a coffee shop around the corner from the school, in muggle London, and found it fairly quickly.

In class, he had begun to slip her notes. She felt like they were at Hogwarts again, only these notes were not drawings of Harry falling off of his broom during a Quidditch match. No, these were elaborate, drawn-out detailed jokes.

"Three vampires walk into a bar and sit down at a table. The waitress comes over and asks the first vampire what he would like. The first vampire responds, "I vould like some blood."

The waitress turns to the second vampire and asks what he would like. The vampire responds, "I vould like some blood."

The waitress turns to the third vampire and asks what he would like. The vampire responds, "I vould like some plasma."

The waitress looks up and says, "Let me see if I have this order correct. You want two bloods and a blood light?"

Hermione turned to him, lips twitching, but he paid no attention to her. He was carefully taking immaculate notes in his pristine notebook. That was another thing about Malfoy that Hermione had never noticed before. He was meticulous in his schoolwork. Very organized, and very detailed. She was shocked. Maybe he had gotten into The Healer's Institute on his own, without Daddy's money.

Three weeks after the first day of classes, Draco attempted to speak to her again about studying together. They were walking to Physiology and Anatomy.

"I think that we should study for the Charms test together," he announced to her, hoisting his books underneath his arm.

Hermione tilted her head. "That test isn't for another two weeks."

"I know. But, I wanted to let you know that I am ready to cash in." He shrugged his shoulders and looked forward, not meeting her gaze.

"Cash in?" Hermione smirked. "What have you done for me?"

Malfoy stopped in the middle of the path and turned to face her. "Excuse me?" he asked. "I have done a lot of things. I have refrained from calling you mudblood at least twenty-three times in the past two weeks. I have opened the door for you twice already today, and I haven't made a comment about that ponytail you have perpetually been wearing since the first day of classes." With that announcement, he continued walking.

Hermione had to jog to catch up to him. "What's wrong with my hair?"

He stopped again and tugged on the offending object, letting her hair fall through his fingertips. "Nothing. You should just wear it down a little more often. Maybe get the split ends cut off." He seemed to wake from his reverie. "Come on, we're going to be late."

They took off down the path and reached the lab just in time.

They decided to study in the Student Center that evening at seven o'clock. It was a Wednesday night, and the hall was crowded. They managed to find a small table with two chairs. They were so close together that their knees knocked together at first. Malfoy readjusted his long legs to get comfortable, and Hermione suppressed a shiver as her bare legs brushed his pants. She leaned down to pick up her notebook and to hide her face.

Since the semester had begun, Hermione had spent many hours with Malfoy. Besides class time, they usually walked to and from lunch together and often ate at the same table during lunch with a group of other people. After classes, she had seen him in the library and in the fitness center at least four days out of the week. He disappeared late at night, since he didn't live on campus. He would usually acknowledge her presence with a nod of his head and then continue on with his own activities. He seemed to have developed a small circle of friends, and Hermione had noticed Selena hanging out with him more than once.

This was the first time they had hung around each other in a more social situation all by themselves. Hermione felt a little awkward. She usually studied alone now. At Hogwarts, Ron and Harry had never helped her. She was the one who was helping them.

The test in charms was on Basic and Intermediate Healing Spells. It was nothing very complicated, but the quantity was great. In three weeks, they had already been asked to recognize, memorize, and perform over forty charms. Hermione noticed that Draco knew the basic charms fairly well, and by the end of the hour, they had covered over ten spells.

"What are you doing this weekend?" Malfoy asked suddenly.

Hermione paused and bit her lip, nervously. "What?"

"Do you have plans this weekend?" he repeated.

"I'm not sure yet," she replied. She eyed him skeptically. Where was his question leading? "I'm probably going to study all Saturday. I've got the essay to finish up for History, and then I need to review what we covered today for the char….."

"Why don't you go to Covent Garden with us on Saturday?" he asked, quickly.

"Who's 'us'?" she responded, watching him gather his notes and avoiding her eyes.

He shrugged. "Selena, Nora, Jack, Will, Sam, Lily, and I."

Hermione didn't say anything for a long time. "Okay. What time?"

Malfoy imperceptibly relaxed. Hermione would never have caught it if she wasn't so aware of his every move. Had he been nervous to ask her to go with them? Why hadn't he just had Selena ask her?

"We're going to apparate around eleven a.m. We're meeting in front of the library." He stood up and waited for her.

"Okay." Hermione didn't know what else to say or to do. She followed him out of the hall. A chill was in the air, and she hugged her coat around her tighter.

Malfoy flashed her a grin. "Do you want me to walk you to your dorm? It's getting a little late."

Hermione shook her head. "No, that's okay. I'm just across the street."

Malfoy nodded and shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat for warmth. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow." The next moment, he had apparated away.

Hermione stood there, confused and frustrated. Had Draco Malfoy just asked her on a date? He had seemed very nervous when he was asking her to go with the group. And, if she was honest with herself, she would admit that they were getting along extremely well lately. They weren't best friends. They just weren't enemies any longer.

Slowly, she crossed the deserted street and wondered what she had just agreed to do on Saturday.