Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: New Year's Day. Valentines Day. Christmas Day. Hanukkah Day. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Every freaking day Draco Malfoy is always there on her doorstep. FYI Draco Malfoy isn't even Jewish!
Author's Note: Redux of Gingerbread men. Comments would be good. Thank you.

Gingerbread Men

Chapter 1: James Bond: License to Kill

"Beer's in the fridge. Harry and Ron are here" Hermione said as she opened the door to reveal Draco Malfoy's face. He was casually dressed in ripped jeans, a tight grey t-shirt stretched over his rippling muscles and a black jacket. He walked into the brightly lit hallway, shrugging out of his jacket and kicking off his shoes.

"Come on! That means we have to have Chinese!" Draco groaned as he continued to walk down the hallway after handing her a box of freshly baked gingerbread men from the little bakery down the street. Hermione's favourite.

"Suck it up" Hermione replied while sighing as she saw three different pair of footwear spread haphazardly across her hallway. "And how many times do I have to tell you leave your shoes on the shoe-rack" She flicked her hand once and all three pairs were thrown on the shoe rack, settled neatly next to each other.

"Careful woman! Those are Prada"

"Could you be anymore of a woman?"

"Oh, shut up woman. You're just jealous that I own more pair of designer shoes than you."

"Yeah. Because that's what my whole revolves around. I have this insatiable need to own more designer shoes than you." The brunette answered sarcastically one hand on hip facing of Draco. "'Because I'm just that superficial"

"Whatever" Draco brushed off her comment with a wave off his hand, effectively changing the topic. "Back to the choice of meal, why can't we have pizza? You know today is Mexican day. Fajitas Hermione!"

"No, Malfoy today is like every other day that you come around to my house like you did on that fateful night 2 years ago. With a pack of six pack and pizza. Just like a true 'muggle'"

"Will you ever let that go?! So I discovered that muggles aren't as. . bad as I thought they were. So what? It's like an everyday occurrence in the Wizarding world" Draco shrugged in differently.

"Aren't as bad? I think what you said, and I quote 'muggles are freaking awesome dude" followed by high fiving me with a creepy little grin" Hermione re accounted with an amused expression on her face as she watched Draco go into dark shades of red.

"Ya know, you still haven't apologized to me for slamming the door on my face that night. You really hurt my toe. I have a permanent scar on my flawless skin." The blonde once again changed the topic, uncomfortable with how red he was. That really wasn't good for his skin complexion; he always looked really blotchy like he had been randomly sun burnt. And one thing Draco Malfoy knew was that he always liked to look his best.

"What did you want me to do? Sing a song? Hug you? Plant a big one on you?"

"A simple hello would have done just fine, thank you thought I wouldn't have minded the latter." Draco waggled his eyebrows.

"Hah! Like that's ever gonna happen." Hermione rolled her eyes pushing past him into the kitchen.

"Hey guys. The ferret's here. Bring out the balloons" Hermione greeted Harry and Ron smirking. She went to the fridge where Ron was leaning, one foot crossed over one another drinking a can of beer. He laughed, as Draco's relaxed face twisted into one of annoyance. He moved away allowing the slightly shorter woman to get her regular bottle of apple juice. Hermione rarely touched an alcoholic beverage unless it was a very veryspecial occasion. So far that had been Harry's engagement and Harry's wedding. She hadn't even drank on his 21st birthday bash at the newly refurbished Hog's Head. Oh and also the day Draco Malfoy had come barrelling back in her life with beer and pizza.

"So what's the movie for tonight?" Harry entered the conversation successfully cutting off Draco's impending comeback.

"The Kite Runner"

"Saw 4"

"Definitely Maybe"

Hermione, Draco and Ron chimed in synchronization. A beat passed. Everyone's head swivelled to Ron, staring at him weirdly.

"What?! Definitely Maybe got a 97 positive review"

"Or it's because Isla Fisher is in it." Harry replied frankly, voicing everyone's thoughts. He grinned at Ron's angry scowl. "I vote we watch James Bond: License to Kill"

Pain filled groans filled the room. Handfuls of crisps and apples bombarded Harry; he shielded his face from the food and ran towards the lounge laughing wildly.

"So I'm guessing that's a no then?" Harry shouted as he settled into the couch. He wasn't deigned with any answers; he just smiled and sunk into the couch further getting more comfy.

Hermione chuckled at Harry's antics as she set about gathering plates and cups. Draco watched her something akin to adoration. He watched the way her lips turned into a smile as she talked to Ron. He watched the way she stood on tiptoes to reach the cups. He watched the way she frustratedly brushed back her fringe which only covered her eyes a moment later. He watched the way her warm hazel eyes locked onto his for a moment before sweeping back to Ron's.

He shook himself out of his stupor repeatedly kicking himself for going all Casanova. That just wasn't his style. Hell liking Hermione Jane Granger wasn't his style. She was everything he didn't want. He liked blondes. She was brunette. He liked fashionable. She . . . well wasn't. He liked tall and leggy. She was short and curvaceous. But all that just made her all the more appealing.

Nope he wasn't going into this again. Tonight he was going to try and keep a certain brunette far far from his mind. He ignored the voice expressly telling him that was never going to happen mimicking Hermione's earlier words. A guy could pretend.

"So I'm still waiting for that apology" Draco re entered the conversation referring back to the earlier conversation. He swung himself on the kitchen counter legs kicking idly.

"I thought we straightened this out already?"

"Nope. I just recall you listing a number of ways to greet me. And might I remind you that one of your options was landing a big on me. I think that would be a great way of apology." He puckered his lips and closed his eyes swooning dramatically towards Hermione who merely whacked him over the head before returning to hand over the rest of the cutlery to Ron who proceeded to walk to the lounge with 4 plates and 4 glasses clutched cautiously in his hands.

"You know what I still can't believe?" Draco questioned as he followed Hermione and Ron into the living room like a faithful puppy.

"That you hair face resembles a troll?" Harry butted in before Hermione could answer.

"Ha-Ha" the blonde replied dryly flopping onto the sofa next to Harry. "I can't believe that it took you a month before you finally let me in!"

"Well I wasn't going to let anyone in to my home"

"You knew me!"

"Yeah. The guy who tormented me in school. I was ecstatic see your ugly mug again"

"Hey! I apologised for that"

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up now blondie" Draco flipped her off before quieting down.

"So I think the verdict was James Bond?"