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A Note: Well lets keep this short and simple this story is dramione if you do not like this pairing do not read my story. I was originally planning to write an angst-packed fic however this one seems to be more humour and romance (no fluff!). So if you have any comments please review and constructive critism is most welcome (anyone want to be my beta?) or if you simply want to tell me about a great d/hr fic feel free. Any ideas will be much appreciated as I can admit that sometimes my muse goes down the drain (an awful lot) this means that I might not be able to post new chapters very often but i'll try.

Not Predicted

A lady with a petite frame began making her way towards a homely cottage; metres away from her. Taking the last couple of steps forward and about to open the door she paused. Turning around she looked at her unused car and gasped as she advanced towards the rusty old banger. The car still resembled a car but what was on the car was far from resembling anything. A once pale silver car was now splattered in red tinges, blood red tinges. The man who lay on top however was far more of a surprise. It was him. Hermione recalled the incident and how she always felt watched forever and for always. Then she noticed the writing hastily written with his own blood. Save me, for I cannot watch if I am dead. The man hearing yet another gasp managed to open one eyelid and saw a quite amusing yet deadly serious expression on grangers face. The lady noticing the amusement in his eyes realised what the red tinges were. ''Paint!'' she muttered and then louder. Malfoy realising his days were numbered began to get up attempting to escape the tirade of abuse that he was about to receive. ''PAINT'' she repeated. The very same paint that Ron had been selling in Fred and George Weasley's store, she recalled vividly the silly joke they had played on her. She had been grumbling that half of this stuff would not fool her let alone the teachers and they had knowingly shaken their heads and muttered disturbingly: "We shall see about that dear Hermione". They were right, unfortunately.

'Oh dear' thought he, 'she's shouting now' and knowing that she was about to strike he tried to get off the car quicker. The paint however had other ideas as after attempting to jump down he slid down the car knocking himself out cold. His last thought was about how he could possibly get this red paint off his suit.

When he finally arose it was too a large headache and a sighing Hermione.

After long deliberation she realised that she could not possibly put an unconscious Malfoy on the sofa. Her bed being the only bed in the house, she decided that they would simply have to share. After getting in the bed she fell asleep almost instantly. What she did not realise was that Malfoy woke up fifteen minutes after she got in and pulled her closer. When she woke up in his arms she almost had a heart attack but realising that he must have done it in his sleep she rose and got changed. She did not notice two beady eyes on her the entire time.

Malfoy couldn't help but smirk when she got up and looked horrified. Realising that she was unaware that he was awake he opened his eyes and enjoyed the view. He couldn't help but admit that she was beautiful.

Hermione made her way out leaving a note for Malfoy making everything crystal clear to him. Which he later found and read:

Dear Malfoy,

I shall be back by 3:45 sharp and if you are still there I would like to have a word with you about the 'paint' incident.

I would be most grateful if you make tea tonight as I am not prepared to make food on this occasion.

Just to inform you that I am unable to offer accommodation here as I have only one bed and do not wish to share with you.

From

Hermione Granger

The only reaction she got was a firmly plastered smirk and chuckle, if she thought he was leaving then he would definitely stay. He had planned it all out in his head, though admittedly there had been a few minor snags which he would have to fix. The 'paint' incident as it was now named had obviously not been forgotten, not even a little bit. He was in deep trouble and even the proud ex-slytherin prince was fully able to admit that. Well the main point was quite simple, he was in and she had most definitely not forgotten him quite yet. That at least he had made sure of albeit very pathetically. Hearing a door slam a seemingly flustered Hermione re-entered the house with a firm scowl on her face and boy did it suit her. Draco Malfoy only sensed a challenge and he immediately hid behind the cupboard as she made her way into the bedroom. She barely even registered two slippery hands grabbing her before Malfoy had her in his grasp; his lips slightly grazing her cheek. Noticing granger's fast breathing he smirked with a new air of egotistical brilliance, closing the gap further he didn't notice her foot rise up till he let go screaming obscenities into the air. He was so engrossed in this activity that he didn't recognise the pale blush on Hermione's face; if he had then he may well have kissed her.

"You just brought self-centred, egotistical, pureblood bastard to a new level, Ferret."

Character Death- As morbid as you can get