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            "You know, with those clothes on, you'll fit right in," Hermione said. She and Draco were walking down Diagon Alley and heading for the Leaky Cauldron.

            "Great, exactly what I've always wanted," Draco remarked sarcastically. Hermione ignored his comment. They reached the large wooden door and Hermione stopped.

            "Now, whatever you do, don't talk to anyone, don't look at anyone, just…just don't do anything," Hermione concluded.

            "Am I allowed to breathe your Greatness?" Draco asked.

            "If it means your existence, then no," Hermione shot and disappeared inside. Draco took one last look around and followed her.

He pulled the hat Hermione had given him, further down to hide his face. If his father ever found out…well, he didn't want to even think about it. It definitely would not be pretty. Draco caught sight of her moving through the dark pub, towards the door. Keeping his eyes on Hermione, he began to follow. Draco was almost to the door when he ran into a chair, tipping a table and sending them both crashing to the floor. Both Draco and Hermione froze.

"Oh Jon, you clumsy boy!" Hermione ran over and began pushing Draco towards the door.

"Is he alright Miss?" the bartender asked.

"Of course! You must excuse my brother, he really can't help it! He thought the chair was attacking him! He's got the biggest imagination!" Hermione laughed, giving Draco a jab in the back. Catching on to what she was doing, he kept his eyes on the ground as people began to stare. Someone was bound to recognize him.

"But it was!" Draco insisted. "Look, an elephant!" he shouted and ran for the door.

"That's right," Hermione coaxed. "Sorry about the mess!" she called back and ran out the door after Draco. She slammed the door shut and collapsed up against it.

"Elephants…nice touch," she sighed and began to laugh. Before Draco knew it, he was laughing too. It was all rather funny, now that he thought about it.

            'Maybe this won't be so bad,' Draco thought. He's never seen this side of Hermione before and he kind of liked it. 'Now wait, don't get any funny ideas, she's a mudblood!' he reminded himself.

Hermione pulled off her hat and her soft curls fell around her face. This surprised Draco, with her hair like that, standing there looking like that, she looked almost…pretty.

'Those are the funny ideas!' his mind screamed. She put the hat in her bag and pulled Draco's off his head, stashing it in her bag as well.

            "Come on," she urged him. "We've got tons to do!"

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"Are you sure about this one?" Draco asked again.

"Positive! It's perfectly safe!" Hermione assured him. Without thinking, Hermione grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him down the stairs with her, into the subway station. She popped some coins into a slot and pulled him through. They began to weave their way through the crowd and Hermione and lift up their joined hands in order to bring Draco with her.

"Come on! There it is! Hurry or we'll miss it and have to wait again!" she shouted over the noise.

Draco ran with her into the small car, just as the doors closed behind him. The train lurched forward and Draco stumbled back against the doors. Hermione stumbled into him and he reached out his arms to steady her. A warm feeling came over him when he touched her, but he shook it off as a breeze. She stood up quickly and smiled at him nervously, "Thanks."

The train began to slow and Hermione shouted to him over the crowd,

"This is our stop!"

The doors opened and people began to pour out. Draco got lost in the sea of people and stepped off the train. He looked around for Hermione, but couldn't see her anywhere. Panic filled his as he stood on his toes, trying to find her over the crowd. He suddenly felt a warm hand slip into his and he turned to see her with a wild look in her eyes.  

"Don't get lost now. Fun isn't it!"

"You're insane," he smiled.

"I know, isn't it fantastic!" she laughed and pulled him up the stairs and out of the dark subway, into the bustling streets of London.

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Author's Note: Hello my faithful reviewers! Sorry for the long wait! I'll have my thank you's up with the next chapter in the next two days!