The Golden Trio sat around in a small, crumby room. The wallpaper unstikcing from the tired, old walls giving the room and eerie feel to it. "You have to be kidding me! Malfoy here?" Ron grumbled as he shifted uncomfortabely on the lumpy cot his blue eyes conveying pure dismay. "Honestly what is Dumbledore thinking. He can't be here with the Order meeting," Harry protested furiously. Hermione nodded knowing their frustrations. She could barely stand Malfoy at school let alone he invading her summer. "Sirius can't be too happy, and neither am I. But, we don't have a choice but not make nice," Hermione said through her teeth. The crumbling wooden door dreaked open and firey red hair could be seen as she entered the room quietly. "Hello Ginny," Harry said his eyes examing her closely. Hermione nodded in acknowledement, but was too upset to mention anything. She hated Malfoy now he was going to try and spend this summer getting better than her. "I hate Malfoy," complained Ginny. A collective nod was given in reply and before anyone could get in another word they greeted by the screaming of Mrs. Black's portrait.
Draco was uneasy about going into hiding with the order. He feared for his mum and his father and feared for what the Dark Lord may do to his family. He wasn't sure what to expect upon arriving at the Black Manor. His mother and aunt told marvelous stories about how luxorious it was growing up, but when he arrived it was anything but grand. From the outside it was a smal grimy, grubby looking house that was dismal in both size and shape. Malfoy was disgusted to the point of not entering, but Snape pushed him forward. Once inside he heard the most unpleasent, ear-splitting scream travel through the house faster than a wildfire.He was ushered past the portrait into a small dingy kitchen . Around a large wooden table sat some witches and wizards he knew such as Sirius Black, the Weasleys, Lupin, and Dumbledore. The rest were unfamiliar faces. "Hello Draco," Sirius said with false warmness in his voice as he extended a hand to his nephew. Draco just stood there lookinf frightened. "Make nice Draco," sneered Snape cooly. Draco gulped and shook hands with Sirius. "Harry, Ron, and Hermione should be down any moment," Sirius said uncomfortably. Right on cue they strode into the room.
Ron glared at Draco meancingly, and his pale grey ones meet the stare. Harry looks past Draco, and Hermione shifted uncomfortably. "Just great," Draco mumbled barely audible. He himself couldn't help but notice how the mudblood had filled out during the last few months. There was something different about her that he couldn't place. Snape waved his hands dismissively at everyone to clear the room before the meeting. Draco waited and followed the youngest Weasely out into the living room followed closely by Ron who didn't trust Draco with his little sister. Hermione followed, but Harry wouldn't leave. "Potter are you waiting for special invitation," drawled Snape. Before Harry could reply he heard Sirius remark "The boy stays." "Right so arrogant like your father," sneered Snape unpleasantly as he shut the kitchen door.
Back in the living room tension was mounting between Malfoy and the others. Draco sat in wooden chair that was woobly and looked as if it fall over with the wave a wand, but it was sturdy enough. "Where's Potter?" barked Draco as he tapped his feet the nerves getting the better of him. "With the Order. Not that it'sany of your buisness," Ron retorted icily. "Ron can't you just be nice?" Hermione said. Draco smiled triumphanly, the mudblood was taking his side. "Listen to Granger," Malfoy sneered back. "You can call me Hermione," she replied uncomfortable being referred to as Granger and still not satisfied with him calling her Hermione, but it was a time of compromise. "What brings you here Malfoy?" asked Ginny. "I don't see how it's any of your buisness, but if you must know it's for my protection. There is a war going on afterall," he replied curtly, "oh and the names Draco," he said flshing her warm smile that pissed Ron off to no end. It wasn't that he liked the youngest Weasel he justed loved to piss off her brother or make that brothers. Besides he had his eyes set on Granger and he'd make her fall for him one way or another.
Sirius came out of the kitchen and joined the others in the living room. He spent time explaining to Draco that he must obey the rules and keep all Order buisness secret, fearing he could be an informant. "Ron, Ginny your mother wanted to see you in the kitched," Sirius announced just leaving him Draco, and Hermione. Hermione knew Sirius was going to force her into doing something with Draco by the look in his eyes. Quickly she tried to slink away, but was stopped by Sirius. "Show Draco to his room, and explain to him about the order," Sirius said. She shot him a pleading look, but he mouthed to her Oh well. Hermione found herself drawn to Draco as he followed her up the stairs. Could it be that she felt glad he was here? Certainly not, or was it? "Are you alright Granger---er Hermione?" asked Draco as they stood in the hallway for about five minutes. "Oh er yeah just day dreaming," she said with a little blush as she showed him into the sizeable bedroom that just happened to be across the hall from hers.