The Summer House.

A/N: Hey guys, so I came up with the idea for this story about a year ago, I've been writing it for ages but with a lot of abuse from my bestie I have decided it's time to finally get this up here. Sort of following my own storyline, set the summer after 6th year. Dumbledore's still alive, Voldemort is still the bad guy and Draco, well he's sort of good, in a weirdly Slytherin way. I apologise for any spelling mistakes now. I am now rambling so I'll shut up and I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

Draco and Hermione sat across form Professor Dumbledore, a shocked look on Draco's face looked rather out of place on the handsome Slytherin, Hermione on the other hand looked almost please with herself.

"So the arrangements have been made, you leave tomorrow. 10am"Dumbledore smiled at them, he approved of this arrangement and made no effort to hide it.

"Well, we best go start packing then" Hermione said. Draco rose from his seat and Hermione followed at a more normal pace.

"Very well then, and if I don't see you tomorrow. Have a good summer.

With that, they left.

Once in the hallway Draco turned towards the dungeons and started storming off. He was not happy, how dare that Mudblood go behind his back and make plans like that. Spending the summer with a Mudblood was bad, spending it with Mudblood Granger; well that was a whole new level of bad.

After watching Draco turn the corner Hermione turned and made her way back to the Gryffindor common room, she would have to explain to Harry and Ron why she was leaving school two weeks early, with Draco Malfoy. And she couldn't see them being so understanding.

Hermione knew that Draco wouldn't be happy spending the summer with her, but what she would never know, what Draco would never admit was that even though he hated her, he was glad to be away from The Manor. He couldn't really go home, everyone knew that Voldemort had taken The Manor form his father and was currently using it for 'The Bad Side'. Draco may be a Death Eater but he would never work for Voldemort. Ever.

Hermione reached the common room to find Ron asleep on the sofa and Harry struggling with an essay, most probably from Snape, probably due in tomorrow and by the looks of it, Harry hadn't even started.

"Hermione there you are, where have you been? We couldn't fine you after Defence Against The Dark Arts" Harry pushed his work aside and looked at Hermione who was sitting in her favourite armchair by the fire.

"I had a meeting with Dumbledore"

"Oh ok" Harry went back to his work.

"S-s-piders! Big, hairy things, following me!" Ron sat bolt upright. Harry turned to look at Ron, who was sweating and panting.

"Mate, you look like you've run a friggin' mile" Harry was teasing him.

"No, spiders. Chased me, through the forest" His breathing had eased and he's stopped sweating slightly, Harry just laughed at him.

"Now that Ron's awake I have something I need to tell you. As Harry knows I had a meeting with Professor Dumbledore and-" Hermione paused, how was she going to explain it? "-Well Malfoy was there and you know his situation"

"Yeah he's a git!"

"Ron. Just shut up." Hermione stood and started pacing. "Everyone knows about Malfoy Manor and Dumbledore feels it's unsafe for Malfoy to return there while He's there. So I spoke to Dumbledore and he has agreed that Malfoy has to spend the summer somewhere safe, so, he's spending it with me"

"What the hell Hermione! He's a death eater, he's one of THEM!"

"Hermione, Ron's right. He's not safe." Harry's concern was genuine. Ron was just pissed.

"There's nothing we can do now anyway, we leave tomorrow morning. I'll write I promise and don't worry about Malfoy, he won't even think of stepping out of line." Hermione smiled at the two boys who in their own time, smiled back.

Draco was sitting on his four poster double bed looking blankly at the mess surrounding him. When he had arrived all his stuff had fit in his trunk, now it didn't. Still staring at the mess there was a knock at the door, no one in Slytherin knocked, they just waltzed in, often to more than intimate moments, Draco invited the person on the other side of the door in. The door swung open and revealed an unusually scruffy looking Hermione Granger in tracksuit bottoms and a tight vest top.

"Granger? What are you doing here? And how the bloody hell did you get in?"

"Well I finished packing and I thought I'd come see if you needed some help. Blaise let me in."

"Why did Blaise let you in?" He looked confused

"You could've told me you weren't going to tell your friends and Blaise thinks I'm doing your homework" Hermione stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips and looked round the room

"Well do you want my help?"

"Normally I wouldn't accept your help but quite frankly I can't be arsed to do it all by myself so, Yes, I would like your help"

He nodded his head to invite her in and signal for her to shut the door, she kicked it and it closed with a loud thud. Hermione sat on the floor next to the trunk filled with unfolded clothes and started to fold them neatly, Draco may be a Malfoy but he was still a boy and as a result was unable to fold his clothes. Draco stared for a minute at Hermione folding his clothes before turning to a pile of books.