Hi. My friend sort of forced me to update this, so here you go. And a lot added it to their Story Alert and stuff so I don't wanna waste their efforts. But I think I'm also wasting their efforts if this isn't good enough... Anyways. Sorry if this too short or not awesome enough and stuff. But I hope you enjoy. Urk. (:

I forgot the disclaimer before so here you go: I do NOT own Harry Potter or anyone in it.

The sound of the door slamming downstairs startled all three of them. Draco heard Ron and Harry sigh as they wondered where on earth Hermione went. "Why didn't she just Apparate, though?" Ron asked. "Has she gone mad?" Wow, Weasel actually said something logical, for once. Draco thought. But we'll get back to that later.

They cleaned themselves up with flicks of their wands; Draco finally found his inside his back pocket. As they finished, they tried to recover from the shock of how unHermione-ish Hermione acted. They didn't expect her to not think of Apparition. Or maybe she just did that to prove that she's really angry, or something. They didn't expect the bat-bogey hex to be that effective, either. Hermione's strengths was more on Transfiguration and Charms, not on Hexes or Jinxes or Curses. Not that Draco would know that, he was just shocked on how rude a stranger would be to him. (Ironically, he's pretty rude himself.) They just met, and the one of the first things she does is fire a hex at him! His mind wasn't fixed on that for long, however.

"Say, Potter," Draco said. "Who is that girl, and where am I?"

"That woman...she's your wife. And you're in her house," Harry answered, grinning.

Draco was just about to snap a retort, but Harry interrupted him by adding, "Well, actually, you and her share this house."

Draco thought about this for a moment. How can she be my wife? According to her, she's my "Filthy Little Mudblood." That is to say, she's Muggle-born. Do my parents know about this? If so, I don't know how they ever agreed to this. Of course, the Dark Lord's dead, but obviously even that wouldn't change their opinion on how Purebloods are superior to Muggle-borns. Merlin, did they disown me? N-

"Malfoy," Ron said, interrupting Draco from his thoughts. "I don't mean to barge in on your little daydream, but I think we'll go find Hermione now, and I think you should come."

So her name's Hermione. Draco thought. What kind of a bloody name is that?

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"Now, anyway, where do you suppose this 'Hermione' ran off to?" Draco asks the two, as they stood outside Draco and Hermione's house.

Ron, clueless as always, shrugged. But of course, Harry knew. "The Library, most likely the nearest one." He grinned.

And so they were set to Apparate to that library. But there was one, single problem.

Thing is...neither Harry nor Ron had ever been to a library(except for the one in Hogwarts, maybe), let alone the nearest one, so of course they couldn't Apparate there; they wouldn't be able to picture it.

Draco smirked, clearly realizing the problem they had at hand. "I should have known. Neither of you idiots have ever been to a Library."

Ron scowled at him. "Not like you've ever been to one, either."

"For the record, I have." Malfoy replied. "Anyways, Weasley...Potter. Why don't we get a move on with Side-Along Apparition?"

Ron and Harry exchanged looks. It seems as if they are using telepathy to communicate with each other, giving each other weird looks and such.

Say, Harry...I thought he lost his memory, or something?

I don't know, he only lost his memories of Hermione, I guess.

Wait, I don't want to hold on to Malfoy's arm!

Fine, I'll be the one to hold on to his arm.

Thanks, mate.

Honestly, Ron, why do you have to be such a sissy?

What was that?

Before Harry could reply 'telepathically,' Draco interfered. "Well, Scarhead? Weasel?" Harry and Ron turned to face him. "Shall we?" He offered his arm to either of them. He probably wanted Harry to take it, though. (Honestly, he probably has a mancrush on Harry.) Anyway, back to reality.

Harry took Draco's arm, like he promised, and Ron held on to Harry's. And so, they Apparated to the nearest library.

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The library didn't contain that much people, to Ron's delight. He was quite impatient, so he was glad that they wouldn't have a hard time looking for Hermione. Ron walked over to the librarian, who was looking quite busy with all those papers. Harry and Draco followed. They had noticed that the librarian looked a disturbing lot like Madam Pince, with the parchment skin and the hooked nose and everything.

"Excuse me," Ron said, being his usual idiot self. The librarian looked up, clearly irritated. Ron suddenly became more alarmed. "Erm, sorry. Never mind." Draco sneered at him. Ron glared in response.

After a few minutes, they finally found Hermione behind a pile of books. She was very easily spotted with that bushy hair of hers. Hermione stood up at the sound of footsteps approaching. She gave the three of them a dirty look before she grabbed one of the books on the stack and walked away, most likely to some other table.

"What the hell, she could have just Disapparated. Honestly, what is wrong with her?" Ron wondered aloud, as the three followed her.

"Maybe she's just playing hard-to-get." Harry suggested.

"Or maybe there's a Disapparition Jinx." Draco declared.

She kept looking back to see if they were still following her, which indeed, they were. She clearly got annoyed by this, so she started to move faster. But Draco's voice made her stop on her tracks.

"Hermione, wait."