A/N okay the first movie was Twilight then Grease and then Titanic. Thanx for all the reviews and you all get the dramione cookies!

It was after breakfast when he saw her. He had just finished eating and was a little confused on why she wasn't in the kitchen like everyone else, so he decided to look for her. He found her in the study, on the window seat. She was reading the book he had given her; she was so absorbed in it she didn't even hear him come in. The white rose was sitting beside her in a vase full of water. The sun was peeking out of the clouds and hitting her right, highlighting her pretty face and clear skin. The sun made the natural blonde streaks in her hair shimmer gold. At this moment, he had no idea why people sometimes called her plain.

He decided to make himself known, "So, do you like it?" Draco asked quietly.

She looked up, startled but then smiled when she saw it was only him, "Oh, yes! I remember reading this with my mother when I was a kid! And thank you so much for the note and flower. I'm sorry I yelled at you the other day."

"It was really my fault." Draco said awkwardly. He wasn't used to apologizing to anyone.

The silence was a little awkward and Draco was just about to leave the room when Ron burst into it followed by Harry and Ginny.

"Hermione! We need you!" He cried dramatically.

She sat up straight and her eyes widened apprehensively, "What's wrong?"

"We're one short and we need you to be on Harry's team for Quidditch!" Ron exclaimed.

Hermione snorted and said simply, "No."

"What? Please, 'Mione! The teams won't be equal without you!" Ron said loudly.

"Yes, please play with us, Hermione. It'll be fun." Ginny said.

"No, I'm reading a very good book and I don't like Quidditch." Hermione said stubbornly.

"But.... the teams will be unequal." Harry said a little confused. Draco smirked; he knew Potter was an idiot.

Hermione sighed, "Well, if you really need one more person, ask Draco."

"Wh-what?" He said startled. Four pairs of eyes flicked over to him.

"No." Ron said.

"Well, we do need one more player...." Ginny trailed off.

"It could work this time. Alright. You can play, Malfoy." Potter said thoughtfully.

It drove Draco crazy that they talked about him like he wasn't even there.

He smirked and said, "How you do you I even want to play?" He did, but he wasn't going to unless they begged for it.

"But you do want to play because you love Quidditch so stop being so stubbornly arrogant and get outside." Hermione said firmly.

He scowled at her. But he stomped upstairs to get his broom then met the others outside. His and Harry's broomsticks were by far the best, they both had Firebolts and Ginny and Ron only had Nimbus Two Thousand and One. The teams were him and Harry against Ron and Ginny. It was hard to play a real game, so they decided to have nothing but chasers.

When they couldn't find a ball to use, Draco suggested they use Crookshanks and Ron sniggered but shut up when Ginny shot him a look. Harry came back with a soccer ball he had found somewhere and that's what they used as the Quaffle. At first, Draco felt awkward playing with them. He was stiff on his broom and there was no real teamwork between him and Harry but as the game went on, he found it easier to play with his childhood enemy.

They were winning when Hermione came outside. Her white t-shirt was bright and caught his eye and then he found he couldn't look away from her as she sat underneath a tree with her book in hand to watch them play. The next thing he knew, he had crashed into a tree and was falling to the ground.

"Ow." He said as he landed on his arm funny.

"What are you, crazy? Why weren't you paying attention? You could've been killed!" Hermione rushed over to him and yelled. He couldn't tell her that he was distracted by her. She was too busy freaking out to notice, but Draco thought that Potter was looking at him like he knew exactly what caught Draco's eye.

She pulled his arm towards her and tried to roll up his sleeve but he resisted, "Ow! Watch it, Granger! My arm is fine! Let go!" He tried tugging his arm back but even though that hurt like hell, he kept trying because he didn't want her to see what was on his arm.

"No, it's not! It's broken and I know the spell to fix it!" She gave one last tug on his arm and yanked up the sleeve of his shirt. He flinched, thinking she would recoil and glare at him in disgust because of the ugly tattoo on his left arm but she didn't, she spared it barely a glance and then continued murmuring spells to heal his bones. He was amazed. He knew that she knew that he had the dark mark on his arm but he thought she would react to it somehow. He was impressed; most people were scared of his mark, but obviously not her. It was the reason he always wore long shirts.

"There." She said when she finished, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

He flexed his arms, "You fixed it."

"Of course she fixed it! Hermione's the smartest witch ever!" Harry said indignantly.

Hermione blushed, "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration, Harry."

He waved that off and held out his hand to help Draco up. Draco took it cautiously; he half expected Harry to then drop him. But he didn't and Draco was a little ashamed for thinking he would.

They went back into the kitchen. Narcissa was in there, singing at the top of her lungs and throwing who knows what into a steaming pot on the stove. Her honey blonde hair was tied up into a sloppy bun at the top of her head.

"Mom? What are you doing?" Draco asked carefully.

"I'm cooking!" She shouted over the radio and sizzle of food. Draco had never seen his mother cook anything in her entire life. Their house-elves had always done it.

"Yeah, I can see that. But, um, why?" He said.

"Well, I realized that I have never cooked and clean before in my life so I decided that since this house doesn't have any house elves, I should probably do something to keep it going!" She peered at the cook book thoughtfully then dumped about a cup of salt into the pot.

"Are you sure that's the way the recipe goes, Mrs Malfoy?" Hermione said uneasily.

"Pretty sure!" Narcissa said cheerfully.

Hermione and Draco looked at each other nervously. Ginny, Ron and Harry just backed out of the kitchen silently. Hermione sighed and went over to help Narcissa.

"You see here, Mrs Malfoy, that it says a pinch of salt. You've used too much." Hermione said slowly.

Narcissa peered into the pot, "Do you think we could get it out again?"

Hermione grinned, "No, I don't think so. But I'll help you start over."

And so out went the old stew and Hermione magically cleaned the pot and sent Narcissa on the hunt for the proper ingredients and she made Draco peel the potatoes and cut the carrots. Honestly though, he was as about as useless in the kitchen as his mother was. Hermione had to keep stopping him and saying, "Draco, you are not a mass-murderer cutting up your victims, you are a chef dicing your food."

Narcissa was singing (screeching) along to Celestina Warbeck's latest single You Caught My Heart Like a Snitch.

And you caught my heart,

But don't send me back to the start.

This isn't Quidditch,

I'm just a simple witch.

So now you've won the game,

I am yours to tame.

Draco rolled his eyes at his mother. Finally the stew was in a presentable shape so he went to call everyone down to the table.

"It was so kind of you to offer to cook tonight, Narcissa." Mrs Weasley said warily. Obviously she had about as much confidence in his mother's cooking as Draco did.

"Mmm! What smells so good?" Mr Weasley said as he walked in from work.

"My stew!" Narcissa said happily.

Everyone sat down and carefully brought a spoon full of stew into their mouths.

"Oh! This is good!" Mrs Weasley said, surprised.

Narcissa beamed. "Thanks! But I can't take all the credit! Draco and Hermione did most of it!"

"Really, ferret? You cooked this without the help of a house elf?" Ron said snarkily but Draco could see that he was impressed.

The dinner table chatter turned towards Harry's birthday the next day.

"I've decided I can make your cake if you want, Harry!" Narcissa exclaimed.

"Oh, um, that's okay! I don't want to trouble you!" Harry said quickly. He smelled the original stew when he first walked in. He had a right to be scared.

"Why don't we both make it?" Mrs Weasley offered to Narcissa.

After the dinner dishes had been done, everyone went their separate way to spend the evening as they wished but Draco said to Hermione, "Do you want to come with me to the garden?"

A/N i can totally see narcissa being a hopeless cook and cleaner. I hope she wasn't too out of character but ive always thought of her as more bubbly out of the three sisters and being away from the manor and her husband and the death eaters and living in a more kind society, i just thought she would act that way. And pure bloods have been inbred so many times, shes allowed to be a bit mad i think. Anyways, review please!