Ok, so I just randomly had an idea for this story a few weeks ago. It's probably only going to be a two or three-shot. So, Thea is a muggle (in case you hadn't guessed that by the time you'd finished reading this chapter) and Draco is home for the summer holidays. He's 17 and Thea's 16. Please review wheny our done because it makes me really, really happy. I get the warm glow thingy that people in books get, so...yeah...please do!

As Thea Brooke entered the supermarket she huffed a breath of annoyance, immediately schooling her expression as a family friend walked in behind her.

"Hi Eve." She said pleasantly.

The woman ignored her and walked forwards, her head swivelling backwards and forwards as she searched for someone.

"Hi Eve." She repeated loudly, frowning as she was blanked.

She huffed again as she picked up a basket, her irritation growing at the woman's rudeness.

"Stupid woman."She muttered, her lips barely moving so people wouldn't think she was crazy. "Stupid sister."

"What does she want so many biscuits for anyway?" She thought furiously.

Thirty minutes previously, Thea's older sister Ruby, had called, demanding that she go to the local supermarket and buy twenty-three packets of Custard Creams.

Thea had only gone to the store on the understanding that she could buy a packet of the biscuits for herself, at her sister's expense.

She sighed and flicked her hair out of her face irritably. She'd walked ten minutes to get here. Ten minutes. And she'd have to walk back!

She set of in the direction of the biscuit isle, wondering if she could buy a packet of skittles as well without her sister realising she'd spent her money.

"Hi." A smooth voice said in her ear, tickling her neck and causing her to jump.

She turned quickly, not sure who to expect and hoping it wasn't one of the pervert security-guards who were always watching her, and not because they thought she would shoplift!

"What do you want?" She asked irritably, wrinkling her nose delicately at the sight before her.

It was that infuriating Draco Malfoy. He lived a few streets from Thea, in the huge mansion with the lake and wood in its grounds. She didn't understand why his family lived there, there were only three people in his family, his mother, father and him, and he went away to boarding school during term time anyway, so what was the point in living in that huge house? And as if that wasn't enough, he was incredibly conceited and arrogant, he thought that he was better then everyone in the neighbourhood and showed people that this was what he thought.

"Now, now, Brooke's. No need to get feisty. I was only being courteous." He replied. She could practically see the grease coating his words as he smirked, his face inches from hers as he bowed his head down to intimidate her.

"Urgh." She narrowed her eyes. "You know what?"

He looked at her questioningly.

"You're not that hot." She replied snarkily. She was in no mood for over-confident boys.

"Ouch." He said, his blonde hair falling in his eyes.

Despite there only being one year's difference between the two, they had never got on.

She knew she was lying when she said he wasn't hot so she quickly looked away, turning on the spot quickly to walk away and continue her biscuit-buying. Her floral skirt flared out attractively at the sharpness of her turn and her long hair flicked out, nearly hitting him in the face.

"Says the sexy girl who can't take her eyes of me." He called after her.

She whirled back around. "How dare you degrade me in public!" She said as she stalked back to him menacingly.

"I'm sorry." He smirked. "That was a low blow."

"Not as low as this." She replied, subtly swinging her basket forwards so it hit him gently in the crotch. He clenched his teeth and glowered at her. It obviously wasn't as gently as she'd thought. She tilted her head to one side and smiled angelically, the picture of innocence.

"Why don't you let me make it up to you by carrying your basket?" He asked her, recovered from his moment of pain.

She looked at him strangely. "Huh?" Was her intelligent reply.

"What, was I speaking Parseltongue or something? Give me that." He said with a roll of his eyes, snatching her basket from her hands and starting to walk away.

"You are speaking Parselytongue, because there's no such thing as Parsleytongue!" She told him as she followed him, trying not to look as confused as she felt. "Hi, Ben." She waved at a passing school friend on his way out. He smiled and waved back before giving Draco a dirty look that the older boy missed.

He smirked over his shoulder at her. "So what is it you need?" He asked.

She looked at him strangely for a moment. "Underwear." She replied, slightly sarcastic. "You know...bra's, thong's...the usual..."

"Excellent. I'll help you chose." He said, still smirking at her.

She raised an eye-brow at him. "Wipe that smirk of your face before I do it for you!" She told him before stalking past.

"Oh, come on Thea, I'm sure between us, we can work out some...solution to your evident prejudice to me...."

She turned to face him again. "Us? What us? Do you have a mouse in your pocket?"

"Catty." He said without missing a beat.

"Beware my claws." She said, flashing him her naturally long nails coated in bright pink nail varnish.

He laughed and shook his head slightly before following her down the aisle.

They walked in silence for a few moments until Draco attempted to turn off into the clothing section. Thea grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back.

"I don't really need underwear." She told him with a roll of her eyes.

"Well what do you need?" He asked her, his tone slightly annoyed.

"Biscuits. Lots of them." She replied, checking each aisle as they walked past.

"Why?"

"So that I can throw them at you." She responded immediately. "So I can eat them you twit!"

"Again with the sarcasm!" Was the only thing he could think to say.

The two of them flinched as they heard a gunshot, immediately crouching down to the ground.

"Was that a gun?" Thea asked him nervously as several people screamed.

"Yes." He replied shortly. Dumping her basket on the floor he grabbed her wrist and reached in his back pocket for something.

"Damn." He cursed.

"What?" She whispered.

"I forgot my wand." He told her as he dragged her back the way they'd come, towards the entrance.

Now thinking of him as very pervy she decided the gunshot was more important and concentrated on her feet instead as she stumbled slightly in her heels but his pace never relented. Until he stopped completely. Thea skidded to a halt, finishing with her nose inches from his shoulder blade and although scared, she was still angry.

"Everybody to the back of the shop!" Someone yelled out.