A/N: Hello, everyone! I hope you've been waiting to read this next chapter! This is one of my favourite chapters to write, and I wrote it all in like, what, an hour? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! :)

Previously on Memories:

Draco and Hermione have met for the first time. At least, the first time they can remember.

[Hermione]
We both went inside the gates. It was wonderful on the outside, it looked huge, with beautiful red bricks forming the walls of the villa, and on our right, there was a tennis court, with all the balls we need, and I saw some tennis balls by the entrance, and two tennis racquets on the bench.

Wow, I thought. This place really has everything.

To our left, there a small, crystal blue swimming pool. It wasn't as big as the one at school, but it was big enough for a shallow dip just for me. I smiled, knowing that if Ginny, Luna, and all my friends would come over, this is where we were going to spend most of our time. I then took off my flats and put my feet in the pool, enjoying the cool, refreshing water.

The benefits of being the Head Girl is second to none.

"This is pretty," I smiled, gazing at the scenery all around me.

"Pretty is an understatement, Hermione," Draco grinned.

"You're right. It is an understatement. A more fitting word for the villa is that it is just so bloody beautiful."

"Now that's better! Come on, let's go inside."

Draco grabbed me by the wrist, dropping our suitcases as they crashed to the ground and we ran inside the house. Our jaws dropped.

[Draco]
Inside, it was practically a castle. There was a wonderful living room with a television and two L shaped sofas. On the left wall, there was a warm, old-looking fireplace, but we didn't really need it now since it's only October. The stairs looked like those from an 18th century Austrian castle; it started in the centre, and halfway, it split into left and right sets of stairs. They looked like it was made of marble. At the back wall, there were shelves and shelves full of books, so we were never out of books to read from. But we were both probably going to be out for most of the day, so there wasn't much point of reading. The floor was a beautiful scarlet carpet, and the walls were an odd, regal yet matching shade of yellow.

On the corner of right wall, there was the door to the kitchen. Before we went inside, we got our suitcases and dropped them on the porch.

"This place is fit for Queen Elizabeth," I whispered.

"The first?" Hermione replied.

I nodded.

We went inside the kitchen. And I swear I could hear our jaws broke.

[Hermione]
The kitchen was like one of those slick, modern kitchens in cooking shows. It has it all: a brand-new microwave oven, a sleek conventional oven, a new rice cooker (Though I don't know why we'd need that), a super modern three-tier fridge, and most importantly, a small, functioning gas stove. We could probably cook an entire meal for all of St. Rowena and St. Godric's here if we wanted to.

I opened the pantry door closest to me. I could see some cereal, canned peaches, canned sardine... boring, boring, boring. And is that - oatmeal?

This place is heaven!

Being unreasonably hungry after the long, tiring flight, I decided to make something special for myself. And to make it, the first thing I looked for was Oreos. I found it in the cupboard. I then found some vanilla ice-cream in the freezer. I then took out a small, clean bowl and got an ice-cream scoop before I scooped out two scoops of the ice-cream. I then took out some Oreos and crumbled them on top of the ice-cream, watching them as they fell on top of the ice-cream gracefully, making them look like some sort of chocolate top to the snowy mountain. I then slowly ate it, relishing every bite like it was my last.

"What is that?" Draco asked.

"Take a spoon and have a bite," I replied, not hesitating for another spoonful.

After I hastily made another bowl for him, he took a spoon and had his first bite of Hermione's Cookie Crumble.

[Draco]
Bloody hell.

This crazy concoction is actually not so bad.

The taste of the Oreo lingers in my mouth for ages and the vanilla ice-cream was... amazing. The Oreo mingled with the vanilla ice-cream like they did it before. it was soft, but it wasn't as soft as gelato. (Which, in my opinion, is so much more high-class.)

Screw that. This is what I call high-class!

"Draco," Hermione asked, staring at me with concern. "Are you quite alright?"

"Are you kidding me?" I replied, staring at her in delight. "This is beautiful! What else can you make?"

"I can make almost anything you want, but I'm not going to cook for you!" she replied, punching me lightly. "Anyway, we aren't allowed to unless if it's an emergency. Say, a snowstorm breaks in or something and we can't get out. If everything's... normal, we all have to eat all our meals at the bungalow. Even us Heads. I'd rather have dinner here instead if we could. The dinner table here is amazing."

We both stared at it. It was wooden, a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, but it didn't feel... rustic. It felt modern. And it was beautiful, like her.

We then stared into each other's eyes. Her brown eyes are practically impossible to ignore now. I stared at her top lip while she was staring at mine. Before we could do anything, we leaned in and our lips touched. Her lips were moist and soft, and they were almost... dancing together with mine. As if we had done it before. But before I could relish it, remember it, she broke away.

"Oh," she replied, slightly shaken. "I-I'm sorry."

"It's alright," I replied.

Too bad you broke away too soon, I thought.

"D'you want to see what's upstairs?" Hermione asked after an awkward silence.

"Sure," I replied, and we took our ice-cream with us, feeling both hurt and awkward.

[Hermione]
I can't quite believe it.

I kissed Draco Malfoy.

He was so good at it, as if he'd done it a million times. I know I have.

But there's no way I'll tell him that.

Why did I break away from him like that?

Is he hurt because of it?

There was only one reason I broke away. And I don't even know if it's real.

I could hear him calling me Mudblood in my head.

And I've heard it enough times now to know that it's a bad thing.

What is wrong with me?

What will Ginny say about this?

What will Harry say?

And most importantly...

What will Ron say?

[Draco]
When we picked out our rooms, we said almost nothing. My room, obviously, was quite grand, with a television, bookcase, and a king sized bed. The walls were a pleasant green to match Slytherin's colouring and the floor was a rustic yet sleek green shade. Hermione's on the other hand, was a lot more Gryffindor-like, since the walls were a light shade of pink or white, and the carpet was a rich crimson colour. It was slightly smaller than mine, but the bed was much bigger and the bookcase had more shelves and tiers on it. After a while, we still felt awkward. We spent most of the afternoon by ourselves, she was cooped up in her room doing something while I was reading. She came to me while I was reading my favourite play, Much Ado About Nothing and sighed.

"I can't give you the silent treatment," Hermione sighed. "Not when I've just met you."

I nodded, concentrating on the first argument of Beatrice and Benedick.

"I'm serious, Draco!"

I pretended to ignored her, flipping another page.

"Ha! Maybe Ron and Harry were right after all. You are rude, unforgiving and mean."

Those morons. They'd do anything to make me look bad. There's nothing I can do but to prove them wrong. That, and I just don't want her to hate me when she's never even met me yet.

I then looked at her, sighing.

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "It's just that... well, I'm not used to people trying to make an effort to be friends with me, that's all."

"Really?" she asked. "I've never had that problem before."

"Consider yourself lucky. I-I'm sorry for being so rude to you."

"Consider yourself forgiven, Draco. Friends?"

"Friends."

We shook hands. It felt right.

The good news was, there was no strange memory to break it.

A/N: Now do you see why I like writing this chapter? *snickers* I love the ending, 'cause that's when Draco and Hermione become friends. In the next chapter, there will be a bit less Draco, and more of Ginny and Luna. I hope you've enjoyed reading this. If you don't mind, please leave a short review before you leave. See you in the next chapter! :)

- nietsmmar