Here is a second chapter because I feel bad... It's a wee bit short but I can update more frequently this way.

Hermione sat at Draco's computer, mobile in hand for the rest of the day. She wasn't sure why he actually had such a Muggle item, having had very little contact with the Muggle world, but she knew that some wizards used them. She called up Muggle and wizarding estate agencies alike but she could not find anywhere to rent or find any adequate temporary accommodation. She was embarrassed at having stayed with Draco for so long; a whole week of depending on him, it was disgraceful. She felt guilty, as though she had overstepped her welcome, but she didn't know where else to go.

When Draco came home she was still bent over the computer, scrolling through lists of properties she could rent. She had the money, but there was nowhere available. When she heard the crackle of the fireplace she quickly closed down the page she was looking at and whipped around. She didn't particularly want Draco to know what she'd been doing because it would simply add to her embarrassment. Needless to say she looked rather suspicious. Forgetting the tension between them Draco reverted to his natural, teasing manner.

"Hiding something, Hermione?" He smirked. She tried to act casual.

"I was... Just... Doing some research." She rushed.

"Uh-huh? On what, may I ask?" Without waiting for an answer, Draco sped over to the computer and pushed her quickly out of the way, checking he browser history. "Oh. That's boring." He frowned as he scrolled through the pages and pages of history, nothing but estate agents and housing offers. "Trying to find somewhere to flee to?" Hermione squirmed, feeling unnecessarily as though she was insulting him.

"I just... I don't want I be so dependent, I need to be in control. But I couldn't find anywhere for rent which wasn't a complete dump." She confessed.

"And you're embarrassed." Draco supplied. Hermione's brow furrowed.

"About what?" She tried to act nonchalant but her flushed cheeks gave her away.

"About that night. I'm sorry Hermione, okay? We were both drunk, I get it, let's move on. I don't want us to feel awkward around each other just because of a drunken mishap." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief at Draco's bluntness. It was refreshing.

"Are you sure?" Timidly.

"Yes." He affirmed.

"You don't beat around the bush, do you?" She smiled.

"What's the point?" Draco spread his hands and grinned back.

That evening they ate together for the first time since Hermione had come to stay. They chatted as they ate, and afterwards they sat together on the sofa and watched half a series of a Muggle comedy on the television.

"Why do you have so many Muggle things, Draco?" Hermione asked at one point.

"Good question." He replied, and she laughed. "I guess it's because I didn't have any when I was younger, and when I found out about all this cool Muggle shit, I got a bit obsessed. I don't know how they've managed to come up with this stuff without magic though." He frowned. Then he sat up, as if remembering something. "You're looking to rent an apartment, aren't you?" He asked suddenly.

"Um, yes, why?" Hermione asked, intrigued.

"Because Apartment 2 in this building is free. They've been advertising for a resident for months now but they haven't found one." Hermione grinned happily.

"I'll contact them tomorrow." She stated decisively. Part of her broke at the thought of renting her own apartment, truly breaking her bond with Ron, but another part sighed with relief for the same reason. She closed her eyes, tilting her head so it lay on Draco's shoulder, and fell into the first restful sleep she'd had for days. It wasn't until she woke up the next morning that she realised that was the first day she hadn't cried over the breakup.