Disclaimer: It's all hers . I just play with their minds. Mua haha  

Hermione went up to her apartment and to her surprise , she found Brett talking to himself. He was holding a bottle of Vodka. Hermione slowly grabbed the vodka from Brett's hand and threw it in the dust bin. She headed back to Brett and he asked "Where hick were hick you ?"

"I was with Harry"
"So hick your hick cheating on hick me?"
"No, He's your client!" Hermione shouted.

Brett slapped her right on the face. Hermione wasn't going to cry but her face was all red

"Don't hick you hick dare hick lie hick to me"
"I'm not bloody lying"

Hermione said angrily.

"You hick are hick my hick girlfriend , you hick are bloody hick going to hick fulfill my pleasures"

Hermione then kicked Brett in the face and punched his stomach. Leaving him to fall down painfully.

"CHAUVINIST"

she screamed, her eyes full of anger. Hermione then stormed upstairs and called Harry

"Hello" he answered
"Harry , can I stay at your place?"

"Ya, I'll come pick you up. May I ask why?"
"Brett was drunk and he kept talking crap. I'm not going to live with him"
She said while packing.

"Are you sure you two don't want to talk it out?"
"Harry, Are you bloody well defending him be cause if you are then you're a ….?"
"No, no, no . Oh , this is a time for me to hang up. Bye"
"Bye!"

About an hour later…..

            Hermione wrote Brett a note and threw it at him , he was still in a coma. She then went downstairs and saw Harry.

"Hey Herm"

"Hi Harry"
"Since I'm on holiday, my apartment isn't that big"
"Oh, its ok . I can sleep on the couch."
"No, there is a guest room but it isn't that clean"
he said while putting Hermione's suit case in his boot.

"Don't you have a butler"
"I barely come here, it's a waste of money"
"Oh, ok"
she said while they entered the car.

At Harry's apartment…………

            Hermione entered the pent house but to her surprise 'not clean' is not emphasized.

"Harry, this place is a dumpster"
"Told you it was not clean"
"Not clean doesn't even start with a footstep, its more of a thrash hold"
"I'm a bachelor. What do you expect?"
"Tomorrow's a Saturday . We will be cleaning your apartment until it's spotless. Get it"

"Yes , ma'am"
Harry said with a mocking tone.

"Now, would you like to lead me to your guest room where ever it is"

"You know I've been searching for it too"

Harry said .

            Hermione hit him playfully and Harry led Hermione to the guest room. To her surprise, it was beautiful. With a four poster king size bed with laced around it and with a cream marble floor matching with the walls. The curtains were dark brown velvet, and there was a huge dressing room leading to the bathroom.

"Wow, Harry. This is beautiful"
"It's the only place in the house I don't touch"

"No wonder"
Hermione said while smiling. Harry smiled back.

"So what do you want to have for dinner?"

Harry asked while watching Hermione unpack.

"Your letting me stay here, I'll cook"

"Good, I haven't tasted home cooked food for a year"

Hermione looked at Harry weirdly and tried not to think about it , so she decided to change the subject.

"Do you have a well stock fridge"
"That really isn't a problem. I go food shopping everyday"
"The life of Harry Potter is quite confusing "
Hermione said with a mocking tone . Harry smiled.

"Come on, I want to show you how to cook "
she said while pulling Harry.

"Where's the kitchen ?"
she asked.

            Harry lead Hermione to a beautiful kitchen.

"Ok, why is your kitchen so spotless. If I didn't know better I'd thought it was a rat hole"
"Like I said I never cook and the only thing I take is junkies (junk food)"

"How healthy!"
Hermione said while putting on a apron.

"Ok, this is something I cook up for Brett when I'm late coming home"
            Hermione took out a whole chicken and spread it with butter and honey , then tossed it in the oven for an hour. She then took out some bread spread it with some butter and garlic and tossed it under the chicken. Then she whipped up some chocolate cake and tossed it in another oven.

"Now you just have to wait for an hour then voile , dinner is served"

"You make it look so easy"
"It is , all you have to do is find a right wife or even the right girlfriend."

(A/N: Another h/h moment)

            *All I really want is you he thought. Harry looked at Hermione washing the plates and cleaning up the mess. Her beautiful hair occasionally going slipping on her waist, her eyes so focused. Yet she's so smart , charming and perfect. Hermione broke Harry's moment.

"Hey , a little help here!"
Hermione said with a giggly tone
"Sorry"
Harry said while breaking out of his trance. Hermione tossed him a towel to wipe the plates, he had to pass a small space to get through to the other side, so her could smell her hair , how it smelled so nice. He quickly realize that there was little space between them and quickly stepped to the other side.

"So, what did Brett say?"

"Brett, he's a jerk"
"Come on, Hermione. He was drunk" Harry said  *What am I saying he thought

"Ya, but were drifting apart. Can you go set the table?" she asked

"Sure" he said disappointed because he couldn't spend more time with Hermione.

A/N: What will happen at lunch? Will Hermione stop denying her love for Harry? Will they die? Will I ever get over the fact that people don't give too little reviews to me?? Tune in next chapter for what happens!!!