There! I updated! In case I didn't mention, this is in their sixth year. Also, I'd like to thank draco-severus-mmm for all his WONDERFUL IDEAS. They've really helped and inspired!
Chapter Two.
Hermione hurried up to her dorm and, with a flick of her wand, packed all her things in one go.
"Oh, I forgot," she berated herself under her breath. "Muggle clothing!" Picking out a short, hot pink skirt with a leather belt (that has a gold-colored buckle) and a white blouse, she laid them out on her bed and shut her trunk.
Then she fell down onto her bed and quickly fell asleep.
She dreamt Malfoy had come to her manor house and began to rule everything. He'd even taken over her room, putting up posters that declared in obnoxious colors, MALFOY ROCKS! Though she knew he didn't.
Her parents were (in the dream) on vacation, leaving her and Malfoy alone in the house with Crookshanks. Of course, chaos resumed.
The next morning she woke up with a bad feeling something horrible was going to happen today.
Of course! She slapped her forehead with her right hand, while picking her wand up with the other. I'm going home with Draco Malfoy, she thought, rolling her eyes. It was bound to be disastrous.
Her parents picked her and Malfoy up. Her mother was no help.
"Hermione, this gentleman here is pretty good-looking," she said out loud.
"Mum!" Hermione protested. She carried her trunk to the car and stuffed in into the boot.
"Er, what is this?" Malfoy queried.
"It's a car, dumb-head," Hermione huffed. "It moves and can go very fast."
"Faster than a broom?" Malfoy smirked.
"Yes," she replied haughtily, smiling at his shocked expression. "Some can go more than 300 kilometers per second, and planes can fly at the speed of sound!"
"Really?" Malfoy asked, stunned.
"Really. Did you also know some of our rockets can go up to 2869 miles per hour?" she smirked.
"I hate to say this, but wow."
"Malfoy looking up to Muggles!" Hermione drastically proclaimed. "The newspaper headlines, you know," she added after Malfoy shot her a puzzled look.
"Malfoys do not look up to Muggles!" he huffed.
"You do," she pointed out.
"I admire the technology," he corrected.
"I stand corrected. Malfoy admires—!" Hermione began.
"You're getting on my nerves."
"That's my purpose."
They stood glaring at each other when Mrs. Granger intervened.
"Hermione, dear, get in the back. Draco, you too," she instructed.
After doing so and so, Malfoy said proudly, "You see, I do understand the strange workings of Muggles," he smirked.
"It's a seat belt. You understand a seat belt," Hermione began laughing.
"A seat belt? What's a seat belt?" he asked, bewildered.
"It's the thing you claim you understand." Hermione was now howling in laughter.
"Okay, I got it," Malfoy said crossly.
Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the Granger's manor. Malfoy was impressed.
"Not a hundred windows yet," he commented, but shrank under Hermione's glare. "Er, but it has very fine gardens, with nice, pruned hedges and a nice swimming pool and a nice pond and a nice garden swing and nice doors and nice windows and…"
Hermione was laughing. "I've got to see Malfoy Manor sometime, to compare!"
"Yeah, you should," he found himself agreeing.
"Now, I'll show you your room and you can see mine."
"Is my room huge? With big, tall windows and green walls?" Malfoy asked, smirking.
"You know, I might change it to pink walls. Or red and gold walls, for that matter," Hermione rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"You mean, it was green?" he asked in amazement.
"Yes, it was, you nut head, and had silver in it too," Hermione snapped.
"Why are you using past tense?" He asked suspiciously, eyes narrowed.
"Because I just turned it pink," she said.
"You are getting it!" he roared, and chased after her as Hermione sprinted into the manor.
"I know this place better than you do!" she called. Then, to prove her point, she disappeared into one of the many hallways. She had been so far away Malfoy was not sure which hallway she went into. Was it the fifth one on the right? Or was it the sixth one on the left? He sighed. Why was Granger so annoying?
Hermione appeared on the staircase to his right.
"Come on, your room's here," she beckoned.
"You're still getting it," he snarled and ran up the staircase (which he noticed had a red carpet and very intricately carved banisters).
Hermione squealed and ran. This time though, she was less lucky. The corridor was a dead end, and there was only one separate corridor that led away.
Throwing open a white door, she ran into a pink room.
"Wait…" Malfoy slowed down as he rushed in after her, "I think this was supposed to be my room."
"Yes, it was," she answered, coming to stand beside him.
"I need the green and silver back!" he growled into her ear menacingly. "Look at the room now!"
"Good point, I can see the bed, and it has hot pink sheets," Hermione giggled.
Malfoy couldn't conceal a chuckle.
"You laughed!" Hermione stared at him, astonished.
"Yes, Granger, just because everyone thinks I'm cold hearted, that doesn't mean I am," Malfoy said, amused. Then he realized what he had said and hastily added, "I'm not that warm-hearted though, so…"
"I think you are," Hermione said, looking up at him.
He glanced at her innocent brown eyes and looked away quickly.
"Hey, well, who said?" he said, trying to seem mad but failing miserably.
"You're lying!" Hermione laughed. "Okay, I'll be nice to you and you be nice to me, let's call a truce?" She stuck out a hand.
"Okay." He shook it, and Hermione beamed. With a flick of her wand, his room was transformed into what it was supposed to be like.
"Whoa," he muttered. Malfoy's room had become grand and glorious.
"Green and silver! Just as I said!" Hermione proudly gestured at the room. "I painted and decorated it, you know?"
"You did?" Malfoy said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah," she said, suddenly flustered.
"Okay, your room now." Seeing her confused look, he added, "You promised."
"Right! This way," she instructed, and they left Malfoy's room.
Hermione's room was on the top floor, because she liked the light.
"My room has a partially glass ceiling," she explained, "so it lets in light and I can see the stars at night."
"I like stars," Malfoy admitted. "They look pretty in the sky."
"I'm starting a newspaper!" Hermione declared gleefully. "Today's headline: Malfoy Likes Stars!"
"Whatever! Well, I will start one too! Today's headline: Hermione Gets Caught By Malfoy!"
"I was never caught!" she said indignantly.
"Yes, you were," Malfoy smirked. "Now." He grabbed her arm and smiled at her (wait, what?) and said, "You're caught!"
"Cheater!" she stuck her tongue out and wrenched her arm away.
"Granger!" he roared, but she leaped onto her bed with surprising agility and sprinted up her personal stairs.
Malfoy stopped for a moment and thought dazedly, she has her own stairs? Even I don't have that! Then he shook himself awake and sprinted up as well.
He pushed open a wooden door and entered into a beautiful garden. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. Malfoy sauntered down a rock path bordered by white roses, red roses, pink roses, and yellow roses. They were planted in neat little rectangles, and swayed to the wind.
At the very end of the path was a short white gate that led into another garden, but this one had trees and fruit. Bonsai trees, apple trees, grapes, orange trees, and more! The tallest tree was in the middle of the orchard. It had a thick trunk with many twisting branches, and looked hard to climb until Malfoy walked to the other side and saw a rope ladder.
Hermione must be up there.
He began climbing, and soon reached the first branch. Straddling it, he began scaling the numerous branches of this tree.
There was a tree house slightly above the rope ladder, which meant Malfoy reached it in no time. Hermione was in there, sitting in a beanbag and reading at one of the windows.
"Hi, Malfoy," she said without looking up.
"Gotcha," he smirked, but Hermione offered him chocolate chip cookies and lemonade. "Ooh, cookies," and he took one eagerly.
She looked up and smirked the Malfoy smirk. "I never thought I'd hear the famous Slytherin prince say 'ooh.'"
"You admit I'm famous," he smirked again.
"I admit you're infamous," she corrected. "Also, I've been thinking. Because you're going to stay for so long, can we be slightly more civil and use our first names?"
"You want me to call you Hermione?" Malfoy asked, surprised. He secretly liked the name, and it rolled off his tongue smoothly.
"Yes, Draco," Hermione answered, rolling her eyes. He secretly liked the sound of his name in her voice, too.
"Okay," he shrugged. "I want some lemonade."
"Please," she smiled and held the jug away.
"Malfoys do not say please!" Draco growled.
"This one does," she grinned mischievously.
"This one doesn't either."
"It does, so hurry and say please!" Hermione tried to hide her smile.
"You're enjoying this!" Draco accused.
"Of course I am! So, lemonade or not?" she snapped.
"You're being too mean," he sulked.
"I am not! You have no manners, that's all," Hermione replied.
"Malfoys have manners! Please, I'd like some lemonade!" Draco cried.
"There!" Hermione poured him a full glass of lemonade.
He and just finished the lemonade when Mrs. Granger called from below, "Hermione dear, get Draco, it's time for lunch!"
"Come on. We're eating fish and chips, I specifically told Mom to cook that," and they both climbed down the ladder.
"Fish and chips?" he questioned.
"You can try later," Hermione said, as she skipped down the stairs.
"Yeah, okay," Draco shrugged and descended the stairs as well.
They were both unaware something very interesting was about to happen during lunch.
So? How was it? Please review! Ideas will be thought over and perhaps used! Everything's appreciated!
-StarDustTeen