Hi Guys. So sorry for the long wait! I've been busy (ha, excuses excuses).

I had trouble writing this chapter and didn't have much motivation *cough*. Didn't get many reviews either :(

Thank you to my reviewers: danielle, No. XIII, Ulquishinee, edwardsoneandonlylove and Just Your Above Average Malfoy.

Chapter Ten

'Draco.'

'Draco.'

'Draco, wake up.'

Two people, a man and a woman, stood in a lavishly furnished bedroom, walls painted in a deep green, carpet being shades darker. The woman was bent over the bed located in the dead center of said bedroom, furiously prodding the massive lump beneath the black silk sheets. Her long blonde hair had been pulled back into a hairstyle considered 'in', but she was still wearing a dressing gown.

The man standing beside her was garbed in a similar fashion, his hair in a dreadful mess, arms crossed over his chest, a dignified expression on his face.

The lump made no signs of movement despite the incessant poking, and the man rolled his eyes.

'He's not going to get up like that.' he told her, letting out a sigh.

The woman rose from her position, turning and placing her hands on her hips, a scowl marring her face.

'What do you suggest then Lucius?'

A grin (that looked quite suspicious, I must say) suddenly appeared on his face, and he slowly pulled out his wand, pointing it towards the bed.

With one wave, the sheets were flicked back, revealing a young man that had curled up into a ball.

With a second wave, a bucket of ice cold water had appeared over the bed.

A horrified experssion appeared on the woman's face.

With a third wave, said bucket was emptied of it's contents, directly onto the figure who lay sleeping like a rock.

He had been having a dream. He couldn't really remember what it was about. In his subconcious he felt someone or something poking him. He thought he heard voices, but ignored them, choosing instead to continue dozing away in the warmth.

The voices went away.

His quilt had vanished along with them.

He shuddered a little, and then decided it was warm enough without it.

Suddenly, freezing cold liquid doused his whole body. His eyes snapped open and he almost leapt a foot into the air and let out a blood curling shriek.

'Oh hush boy. What did I tell you Narcissa? He wouldn't have woken up if it were up to you.'

'Honestly Lucius, you think freezing him half to death is a good idea?'

'Blaise did it.'

'Your his father for Merlin's sake, you should be more responsible than that.'

He turned his head, and looked up to see his mother looking extremely peeved, his father with a smug expression, twirling wand in one hand.

He glowered at the two, reached over and grabbed his wand, quickly drying himself up. He pulled himself off the bed, walking towards his father, and looking him straight in the eye.

'So tell me father, what in the Wizarding World caused you to attempt to wake me up like this?'

Boy he was mad.

Lucius eyed his son warily. Luckily for the man, his wife decided to step in for him.

'Your - assistant - owled - this - morning - and - informed - us - you - had - not - yet - turned - up - for - work,' Narcissa scolded him, accentuating each word with a poke to his chest.

Draco snarled, turning away from his parents and disappeared into the bathroom, returning minutes later fully dressed and perfectly content. It semmed Narcissa might have to pop into Diagon Alley to purchase some more pepper up potion.

'Excuse me, is Mr. Malfoy in today?'

A young girl, barely twenty years of age, with dark blonde hair and green eyes looked up from the notes she was copying out to find a woman dressed in red and white standing infront of her desk.

'Not yet mam, he was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. He didn't say anything about being away today, so he might just be late. Do you have an appointment?'

The older woman shook her head.

'Would you like to leave a message?' the blonde asked.

'No thank you, I'll be back in about an hour. No need to tell him I was here.'

Hermione Granger turned away from the young witch and walked back to the elevator. After pressing the button for level one, the lift began its agonizingly slow descent. When it finally let out the 'ping' that symbolized she had arrived, the doors opened and she walked out, heels clicking against the marble floor.

I was running late.

That was never a good thing. What would my best friend say?

Well, the man wouldn't say anything. He would probably deck me over the head with a file.

Well, I wasn't exactly late, there wasn't a required time for me to be there. Scarfing down the rest of my breakfast, which consisted of black coffee and a piece of burnt toast, I apparated just two blocks shy of the place.

I walked towards the buildling, quickly brushing the creases from my robes, checking my watch.

It was nearly 9:30.

I had almost reached the door when I crashed into someone, causing them to fall to the ground.

I quickly got up, and extended a hand to the young witch I had knocked over.

She accepted it, rose gracefully from the ground, looking down towards her feet and quickly inspecting herself.

'I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going,' I apologized.

'No it was my fault entirely.'

She looked up, and I was truly shocked.

'Hermione?'

'Blaise?'

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