The Next night Hermione was taking the well cooked meatloaf and puttin it in the center of the table.

KNOCK KNOCK!

" And so Hell starts to rise." She mutterd while opening the door.

Malfoy just walked in the door and threw his coat on her head. She fumbled alittle but finally got it off. When she looked over at the slime ball he was already eating the food.

"Somethings wrong..." She thought, walking over to her seat at the table.

She ate and watched Malfoy closley. He had a disturbing aura all around him. She could sense discomfort.

"uh...Malfoy whats wrong with you?" She asked, taking a bite of the meat.

He gave her a small death glare and said " THAT is none of your concern ugly, and why do you even care?"

She dropped her gaze on her lap.

" You look troubled so...I wanted to know..." Hermione whisperd.

He looked at her again then sighed loudly, clearly annoyed.

"There is this girl I use to date, she is going to be in a movie I will be in, and unfortunatly she is the 'love of my life'." he said, using air quotations to indicate the last three words.

"Oh, and you don't like her." Hermione pipped up.

Malfoy nodded while finishing the last of his meatloaf.

Hermione got up and took all the dirty plates and put them in the dishwasher.

As she looked over her shoulder Malfoy was still in the chair looking at her. She quickly turned around and blushed slightly.

"Why am I blushing! He hates me!" She thought.

"Hey you!" he yelled.

Hermione jumped alittle then turned around to face him.

"what! you scared me!" She said

He smirked. " Even though Your suppose to do stuff for me, I am going to take you to a beach tomorrow because it's the weekend and I'm bored."

Hermione turned red in her cheeks and nodded quickly.

He stood up and grinned. " Try to wear SOMETHING cute!"

She rolled her eyes and lead him out the door.

As she closed the door Hermione was in a little daze. Could be that she was starting to get feelings for that idiot. No it couldnt be!

Could it?