Warnings: Implied sexual situations

MUST READ: I HAVE RENEWED THIS CHAPTER! REPEAT! I HAVE RENEWED THIS CHAPTER :P LOL

A/N: I have renewed this chapter! Enjoy reading, x) Ok so Grace is a new character I made up. Not something I usually do but I wanted to do it. Grace is...just spoilt and bitchy. Meh It was old. Just wanted to see if anyone liked this story :D

Summary: Hermione finds that her roommate's boyfriend is none other than Draco Malfoy. He stays for a few nights only making things worse for Hermione who notices that soon she feels hippogrifs flying around in her stomach whenever she's around him.

Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter : i never did. oh but i do own Grace x)

Young Hermione stared at her roommate swaying her silky midnight-black dress around. She had the perfect body, most gorgeous black hair and her face was matching with everything, meaning of course, perfect and gorgeous. The one thing that didn't fit in was her superficial heart. No wait that did fit in. She looked like a model, acted like a model; God knows maybe she eats like a model. Yes, Hermione agreed they'd been friends for over 3 years now, even though those were not the type of friends she'd hang out with. It wasn't her fault though. Best to get along with your roommates than not to.

Hermione had to put up with Grace's constant selfishness and her horrifying moodswings. What's more is the men she brings back home...those nights she'd never get any sleep due to the lets say...loud noises.

"Who is it this time, Grace?" questioned Hermione as she sipped her hot coco with marshmallows, holding her book at the same time.

"He is the perfect man! You know my type...rich, sexy, and oh god his voice is so manly I could just rip of his clothes and just-"

Hermione let out a false chuckle, "I get the picture!" Jesus, is this the only thing she admires in this man? "So where did this 'love at first sight' occur?" Pfft, who was she kidding. Love at first sight? More like Lust at first sight.

"At my favorite restaurant silly! That's where I meet all the fab guys." Grace boasted. "I could find you a stunner, but I doubt he'd go out with you, you'd have to look like me!" She lifted her hand up and placed it against her lips letting out a slight giggle as if to intentionally hide the soft laughs.

"And waste all my money on clothes and make up? No thank you. I might be single, but I enjoy it." Convinced Hermione. "I'm perfectly fine that way."

"Maybe that's why you're so boring, because you're perfectly fine. Loosen up a little. His name's Jason by the way. Isn't that just the most adorable name ever?-"

Then came the innocent sound of a door bell.

"Oh my god! He's here and I'm not even ready yet! My mascara. Damn it, where is it! Oh dear god-go get the door Mione." Grace hastily ran to the bathroom mirror and repeatedly ran the mascara brush over her lashes.

"Go get the door Mione." Mimicked Hermione in a high pitched voice as she marched to the door.

She stuck her eye in the peephole, just to get a glance of this so called gorgeous man. Unfortunately, he had turned his back towards it.

Without much hesitation, Hermione turned the doorknob and opened the door.

"Jason right? Grace will be here at the mo-ment…" her sentence slowly faded as he turned around and she finally focused her eyes on the strapping young man in front of her. Hermione slammed the door right at his face, her breathing quickened.

"Granger?" Came a muffled voice through the door. Hermione panicked, what in Merlin's name was he doing here?

Hermione whacked open the door angrily, "What do you want ?" She spat, "The nerve of you to stalk me and try to take my life away! Fine, take me, take me if you must!" She stood there with her arms in the air like a fool, "Go on, I'm sick and tired of death eaters following me and trying to kill me, so just end my life will you?"

Draco blinked quietly, trying to ignore the fact that he might actually be standing next to someone who just escaped from the loony bin, "If you don't mind, I'm here to pick up Grace. And I am quite certain this is the right apartment." Draco said patiently. "Where is my beauty?" He said 'beauty' like he came from the nineteenth centaury.

Grace shoved Hermione away so that she'd stumble across the floor, "I'm here Jason! What do you think? You like?" She twirled around in front of him.

"Beautiful." He whispered, kissing her softly on the lips. Hermione gazed at the couple, the way Draco kissed her oh-so-tenderly. She could almost feel a tint of jealousy. Hah, jealousy? Who am I kidding…

"Would you look at that, poor Granger, she never got a kissy-wissy before in her whole life. Bet you're still a virgin." Draco teased. Grace snorted and looked at the helpless child, standing in an oversized t-shirt that said ' Garfield'.

"Wait...how do you know her last name?" Grace stood there between the two rivals.

Both of them stood there, baffled at Draco's stupidity.

"Oh well see, Granger is a typical way of saying 'Girl' in England, which I can tell he's from since I am quite familiar with his accent." She winked at Draco with assurance. What bullshit though. Granger for Girl? For all Hermione knows, Granger was one hundred and one percent American and her natural roots were pure blonde. I mean all she was good for was keeping her figure and modelling, she'd obviously not know or capture what people say overseas.

Draco's heart was racing like a ticking time bomb as to whether his date would believe Granger's utter rubbish.

"Ohhh, how odd! Your last name means Girl. How absurd and so common I'm sure it is, wherever you come from."

"Would you look at the time," Hermione interrupted the…silence. "You two better hurry of to your dinner, have fun." She shoved them out of the apartment and closed the door.

"She can't even dress properly. Commoner." She heard Grace snicker outside the door. Hermione sighed and went back to her book.

Draco snorted, "You should see her in school..." Grace gave Draco a look, "I mean not that I knew her in school, but I'm sure she dresses like a geek." That was close, could have blown my cover, thought Draco.

"Anyway, I know you wouldn't want me to dress up in a huge T-shirt that says Garfield." Grace laughed.

"Actually I think it's kind of kinky." Hermione chocked on her coco, remembering that she wasn't wearing any pants in front of Draco Malfoy.

"Fuck." Swore the decent Hermione under her breath, "Fuck fuckidy fuck fuck fuck!"

She ran to her bedroom, stuffed her face in her pillow and let out a huge scream.

Hours of thoughts later however, Hermione drifted off into a pleasant sleep.

Hermione woke up with the sound of a huge moan. Squeaky bed sounds were not a good sign. Squeak Damn it. Squeak squeakidy Squeeeaak.

God. Her ears where actually picking up the sounds of her school rival shagging. Hermione got out of bed and groaned out of frustration. She walked out the door and opened the fridge, taking out a can of ice-tea peach (A/N: sorry I love that drink.). Then, Grace's door opened. Hermione hid behind the wall-like-pillar, with her eye in the corner to spy. There, standing in nothing but…nothing was Draco Malfoy. She looked away blushing all colours from pink to red.

Her eyes weren't listening; they kept roaming around Draco's sweaty body. Oh god he was fit. Hermione gulped. Now her eyes were slowly going towards Draco's…you don't want to know. It was…

"HUGE!" She yelled and smacked her hand over her mouth. Hermione ran to the nearest door which, sadly, happened to be the laundry area and shut the door. How dare he walk stark naked out into my living room! But he looked so good. How could she be thinking these thoughts of Malfoy? She tried to shake the thought out of her head and soon fell asleep on the cleanest pile of clothes.

A/N: Hey, sorry I haven't updated any of my stories lately. It's just, this story isn't new, I abandoned it and left it on my computer. So I found it, edited it abit, and decided to put it back on :D

I will update my stories don't worry :)

I hope you liked this story.

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