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A/N: I was waiting for someone to catch on, Draco can't cook! Although one reviewer did but for all those who didn't catch that, don't worry because (oops) I only realized that after I posted the last chap but it did make this chap a lot more interesting and fun to write... Sorry if it's not all that good, I tried.
10. Busted
It was five minutes until eight when the cab stopped right outside Malfoy's home. Taking her time, Hermione gave the driver the money and slowly got out of the cab. She watched the cab leave and sighed. This was it. Thinking about the last time she had been here, something had triggered her memory...
"I'd make us some breakfast but I'm a horrible cook, I'd probably set the house on fire." Hermione's eyes widened. Malfoy had said that! The day she had woken up in his bed! He had just said he was a great cook this morning! How can he be a great cook if he said he could set the house on fire? Something was up, and Hermione was determined to get to the bottom of it.
Walking, determined, up the steps she checked her watch. Three minutes had gone by. What's two minutes? She shrugged and gathered together every ounce of confidence she had and rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later the door opened.
"Glad you came." he said as he opened the door for her. As Hermione entered, the smell of apple cinnamon filled her nose.
"Cook all by yourself, Malfoy?" Hermione grinned as he took her coat.
"Yes." if Hermione had been looking at him she would have seen the quick nervous glance he had given her before he hung up her coat. "Lasagna and apple cinnamon pie, with vanilla ice cream if you'd like. Not much but it should taste good."
"Should?" Hermione questioned.
"It will. Don't question me, it will taste good." Draco defended quickly.
"We'll see." Hermione grinned.
"You say that as if you doubt me."
"Oh I doubt." she grinned, with a mischievous look upon her face.
"Granger, bloody hell, why are you looking at me like that."
"I remember that the last time I was here you had said, and I quote, 'I'd make us some breakfast but I'm a horrible cook, I'd probably set the house on fire.' Yeah, explain that Malfoy." Hermione said as she placed a hand on her hip.
Draco's face fell, he looked like a dear caught in headlights.
"Well... you see, I... I... I took cooking lessons!" he said brightly. "I just started a few weeks ago." he smiled.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, I'm so manly, I take cooking lessons." he said fondly, arrogance trailing behind in his voice.
Hermione crossed her arms "So you wear an apron and everything."
"As they say in cooking class, the whole enchilada." he said proudly.
"So let's see it."
Malfoy's face fell once more, "See what?"
"Your apron."
"Oh... that... well, it got dirty so I... so I threw it away." he added quickly. "You know, lot's of money," he winked "I can afford to throw things out and buy new ones."
"Is that so?" Hermione crossed her arms.
"Itis so."
They stood there, both looking at each other, daring the other to look away. Soon enough they were glaring at each other, it was only about time one of them--
"Bloody hell, Granger! What do you want from me?"! Draco finally burst.
Hermione shrugged. "Truth?"
"You always have to know everything, can't you just let some things be?"
"That's not in my nature."
"It won't kill you to not know things, you'll live."
"I... Malfoy, you're a bad actor!" Hermione stuck her tongue out, childishly, at him.
"WHAT?"!
"You suck!"
"I suck? Well you suck more!"
"No you suck more!"
"No, you do!"
"I'm not even acting!" she defended.
"So you're just batty by nature?"
"Hey!"
"Just saying,"
"Saying what?"
Malfoy scratched his head, "I dunno."
"What?"
"What?"
Hermione shook her head, "Never mind."
They stood there in silence before Malfoy spoke up.
"I'm not a bad actor," he said softly "Just got caught." he shrugged.
"AHA!" Hermione yelled in triumph as she pointed a finger at him.
"Geez Granger, blow my ear off." he said, covering his ears.
"You-are-busted." Hermione said, stretching out the word ''busted''.
"Okay, I can't cook! Have a parade why don't ya!"
"So how'd you get the food?" Hermione grinned.
Draco sighed, "Promise you won't laugh."
"Whatever."
"No. Promise." he said sternly.
"Fine, I promise I won't laugh."
Draco sighed once more "My neighbor helped me make the lasagna and the apple cinnamon pie I bought from the store. You know how this house smell's like homemade pie?" he asked.
Hermione nodded.
Draco tightly shut his eyes before continuing "I had a candle that smelled like the real thing burning before you came. So yeah, I'm busted." he said, defeated.
Hermione held back a giggle but still, a smile escaped her.
"You're laughing!" Draco accused.
"I'm not laughing! I'm just..." Hermione let out a soft laugh, getting a glare from Malfoy. "Why?" she questioned.
Malfoy's face softened. "Why what?"
"Why all the trouble?" Malfoy shrugged. "Come off it Malfoy."
"Just... just wanted to impress you I guess."
Hermione laughed but saw his serious face. "Oh." she blinked "You were serious."
"All I wanted was for you to give me a chance but you know what? SCREW IT ALL!"
Hermione slightly jumped at his outburst. "This is... not like you, Malfoy."
"What?" he responded sharply, "Can't a man have feelings? Sorry that I don't share my feelings with everyone all the bloody time and all your other women crap!"
"HEY!"
"Hey what? You don't know me Granger, don't you ever think you know me!"
"I DIDN'T SAY I DID!"
They stayed silent for awhile. It's amazing how fast things can dramatically change. One second everything can be perfectly fine and next second everything is out of limb.
Damn him, he always has to make things so difficult. Stupid, stupid him. Hmm, I wonder if I can leave now, are we still gonna eat? Oh Merlin's pants! The stupid ferret better say something because my lips are sealed.
"You hungry?" he asked quietly.
"Not really." Hermione said back.
"C'mon," he said as he went and got her coat, along with his.
"What are you doing?"
"We, are going out."
Hermione put on her coat. "What do you mean?"
"You'll see." he said as he zipped up his coat and opened the door for her.
This is going to be interesting.
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