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Chapter .7

Previously:

She was about to let out all of her anger on the next person who walked through the door. And then the door opened….

"Sorry to interrupt you kids, but your dinner…" the kitchen lady stopped cold when she noticed Hermionie had her wand to her heart. But then Hermionie noticed who it was and put her wand down.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I thought you where…" Her voice trailed off as she saw her target of her anger.

"DRAOC FUCKING MALFOY! GET OVER HERE NOW!" she yelled approaching Draco.

"I think I'll leave you two alone." Said the scared kitchen lady. She left in a flurry, closing the door on Draco and Hermionie.

"What the hell do you want, mud-blood?" Asked Draco, sitting on his bed.

"What do I want? WHAT DO I WANT?! I want you to stop acting like you're the only one on this god-forsaken train! I want you to GROW UP! We are on a MISSION! You don't have the time to go off in some compartment to fuck some random girl!"

"Hey" interrupted Draco, standing up. " Do not get into my life. I can do whatever the hell I want, and a dumb-ass muggle like you cant stop me." He said defiantly. Hermionie looked at him with a death stare, her eyes flashing purple…. Wait a minuet. Purple? Draco thought he was seeing things. He walked right up to Hermionie, cupped her face, and looked deeply into her eyes.

"Hey! What the fuck! Let go of me NOW!" she screamed, writhing against him. Draco ignored her, and continued to stare at her eyes. But there was nothing there. Just deep pools of rich chocolate brown. He shook his head and stepped away, trying to ignore the fact that she was now fuming mad.

"DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!!!" she screamed. But Draco just smirked. Now that he knew what pissed her off to no end, he ran a finger down the front of Hermionie's shirt. His mistake. Hermonie's knee came up, and Draco went down.

Draco groaned from the nurse's chair, clutching a zip lock bag full of ice to his nether regions. After Hermionie's literal knee jerking reacting, she had felt immediate regret, and had helped Draco to the nurse's office. But now it was she who was getting the silent treatment.

"Draco, I said I was sorry, OK?" But all he did was glower at her all the more. Hermionie glanced at the ice bag. She noticed that the zip on the zip lock bag had come undone, and the ice was melting. Draco was about to get a rude awakening.

"Draco..."

"Don't you DARE talk to me." He said menacingly.

"But Draco, your…"

"But NOTHING! I don't even want you to look at me. Just go away. You completely humiliated me, ruined my jewels, and probably rendered me impotent for the rest of my life."

"You overgrown ape. I just wanted to tell you that your vastly overrated jewels are about to be quick-frozen." She said. Draco sucked in his breath, jumped up out of the chair, scattering the ice everywhere, and swore. Hermionie rolled her eyes and, with a wave of her wand, cleaned up the ice. Glaring at her for the fact that she was right, again, Draco restrained himself from throwing a curse at her. He turned, and sat in a chair that was faced away from Hermionie. She growled, turned, and left for her, no, their room.

For the next two days, Hermionie and Draco didn't talk to each other, which, in all reality, was a good thing. Constant bickering got a little annoying after awhile. Anyway, they finally arrived at the London airport. Draco climbed off of the train, and looked around. He had never been on a plane before.

"Why are we going to California on this thing?" He asked, pointing to the plane. Hermionie shook her head.

"That 'thing' is called an air-plane, and we are using it because Dumbledore thinks that it is a good idea, because we could be being followed." She answered.

"I wasn't talking to you, mud-blood." He replied nastily. They bickered even as they got their tickets, and got on the plane.