A/N: Sorry guys! I know we haven't updated for like, a year! So, um, sorry. Anyway, here is the next chapter!

Disclaimer: If anyone thinks that we own Harry Potter, they have serious mental issues. This is just for our own amusement, and boy are we amused. No profit (apart from amusement) is being made from this. So, yeah. JKR owns all this. As a wise person once said (I think I heard it on Mugglecast) "I am just playing in JKR's sandbox"

Draco smirked. He was going to have a lot of fun with this.

"Granger!" he yelled. Hermione shrieked.

"I'm standing right next to you, you arrogant prick!" She slapped him over the back of the head – a move that was well practised thanks to Harry and Ron.

Draco grasped the back of his head with both hands.

"Ow! You..." he started to yell. Then he smirked and pretended to be in deep thought. "Hmm... violent, aggressive, easy to anger, all great traits of a Muggle Relations Head of Department, don't you think? I think Madam Parsons would agree as well. Should we send a note?"

Hermione opened her mouth, and then closed it again. She turned a deep shade of crimson. "Malfoy, please. I need this job – it is what I have been aspiring for all these years. From the moment I learnt I was a witch, and saw the uncomfortable way that my family acted, I wanted to help other families like that. I..."

"Blah, blah, blah. Jeez, Granger, don't you ever shut up. This is what you are doing." He mimed a mouth opening and closing with his hand. "This is what I want you to do." He kept his mouth-hand in the shut position.

Hermione rolled her eyes and stormed inside to make herself a cup of hot chocolate.

After she had made her hot chocolate, (the old-fashioned way, on a stove), she turned around to find Draco lying on the couch. He was lying in a most unconventional way, with his feet on the couch and his head on the floor. He had pink, fluffy socks on. Hermione couldn't stop her giggles, and they erupted into a full-blown hysterical on-the-floor-crying-fit.

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" Hermione laughed. "You're such a tosser. No wonder everyone thought you were in love with Harry."

With that Draco jumped up from the couch and slapped her. She felt her cheek in shock. Wizarding shock.

Draco smirked maliciously. "Now you know how I felt in third year. Hurts, doesn't it?"

Hermione looked up through tear-filled eyes and then smirked, "Not as much as your face."

Draco looked taken back for a minute then returned the smirk. "Ah, Granger. You know you love me."

Hermione looked confused for a moment then looked disgusted. "Ew... ew... ew!" She ran to the nearest sink and filled it up with water. She then dunked her head in it.

Draco blinked. Mudbloods were strange.

After drying her face with a towel, Hermione decided to take a tour of the house to see what her parents had bought for her. She opened the door to the bathroom and fainted.

When she woke back up, she realised what she had seen. The bathroom was bright pink! And to top it off, it was Draco's bathroom. She could tell this by the masses of pictures of Draco adorning the mirror frame, and what a what a huge mirror it was. At the top of this mirror, there was a small sentence in cursive. It said, To Draco, You are so perfect. Love Draco.

She couldn't help it. She cracked up laughing.

Draco stormed in, looking the picture of innocence. "What is so funny, you overgrown beaver?"

Hermione looked at him quizzically "Why do you have a pink bathroom?" Draco could barely hear her between the laughter but understood the gist of what she was asking. He turned red, well, as red as a sophisticated pureblood could turn.

"It's not pink... it's... it's...mauve! Yes, mauve. A very manly colour indeed." Draco said, with his face the same colour as the bathroom. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go and floo my mother."

Hermione's laughter followed him all the way down the stairs.

After her shocking day Hermione decided that what she needed was some relaxation. And what better way to relax than by having a bath in the utterly hilarious 'mauve' bathroom. She ran to her room and grabbed her lavender bath salts and then magicked up a luxurious bath.

After a long, relaxing bath, in which she often inhaled some water from laughing whenever she saw the large mirror, she got out. Before she had gotten in, she put her clothes down the laundry chute which was obvious from the large Laundry in glowing letters and a giant flashing arrow. She looked around for a towel, but saw none. She figured that it was just 'mauve' and blended in with the walls. But no. No matter how hard she looked, there was no towel.

Starting to panic she looked around for her wand." Ok Hermione, think where did you last have it," The slap she gave herself when she realised that it was in the pocket of her jean, rivalled the slap she gave Malfoy in third year.

Great. Now she was stuck in a 'mauve' bathroom, completely naked, with a red hand mark on her leg. Now what? She considered calling Malfoy... no. That idea was rejected in less than a second. The pure humiliation she would suffer doesn't even bear thinking about. She thought to herself "Ok. Now, you are a bright witch, what can you do in this situation?" Her mind came up blank. "Come on, you have read like a million books! There must be something in there that can help!" Then something clicked in her brain. She had an idea...