A/N: Hey peoples! I am writing this write now because FF.Net is being retarded again! AH!

Disclaimer: Hey, if I actually owned Harry Potter, do you think I'd be sitting on my computer typing a crappy fan fic? Well…actually, I probably would be. That proves how stupid I am. Anywayz, I don't own it, never have, never will…

Truthful Serendipity

Chapter 2- A little fun in wherever the Hell we are!

"Where are we?" Harry asked as he picked himself up from the ground where he had landed.

They were now in a pink, red, and white room with all sorts of corny, cheap, 'romantic' furniture (e.g. heart-shaped red chairs, pink, lacey curtains, etc.). But there wasn't anything that implied that they had once been in a bar in Diagon Alley.

"Mahoy biz shitting bon guy hud!" a muffled voice came from behind Harry. He turned to see Hermione struggling as she tried to get Malfoy off of her where he had landed. From the looks of it, she wasn't getting any oxygen.

She finally managed to get the breathless Slytherin off of her and gasped for air. "I said *ragged breath* that Malfoy was *gasp* sitting on my *deep exhale* head!"

"Oh, so sorry, Granger. I just crashed through a wall because of your stupid bodyguards, which now leaves me stuck with a whole bunch of goody-two-shoes Gryffindors, and I'm supposed to watch out for you, too?" Malfoy replied vehemently as he got up. Hermione shot him a nasty look, but said nothing and turned to Harry to change the subject.

"Where's Ron?"

Harry leant over to give Ginny a hand, and easily pulled her up from the ground. Quidditch practice sure had paid off.

"I dunno. Ron! Ron!" Harry began to shout, but when he turned around suddenly he jumped in surprise when he almost bumped right into the Gryffindor-in-question.

Ron grinned despite the fact that his mouth was stuffed with food-wait-FOOD?

"Ron, where'd you get that?" Harry asked, pointing to the over piled plate in Ron's hands.

Ron chewed the rest of his food and swallowed, saying, "I guess I landed a little further away than you all did, but when I got up, I looked and lo and behold-a whole table just stacked with all sorts of food!"

"It could be hexed or poisoned-" Harry began, but Ron said, "If it was hexed of poisoned I'd be dead by now!"

How comforting, Harry thought as Ron led them out of the horribly decorated room, into an even more gaudy one. But this one was like a banquet hall with little heart decorations strung everywhere, and even little cupids hanging from the ceiling. There was, just as Ron had said, a huge table stacked with various foods.

Pies, cakes and pastries lined on side of the table, and on the other side fruits, vegetables and salads were lined up. In the middle were platters of all types of meat; turkey, chicken, liver, beef, pork, steaks and even cocktail sausages.

The kid's mouths fell open, except for Ron, who had done that earlier, and Draco. He looked calmly at the spread, and with a quick decision, thought, Well if the stupid Gryffindors aren't going to eat it, I will.

He walked up to the table and reached out for a piece of turkey, when Ron's hand reached out and grasped Draco's arm, thinking that his friends could eat first, and the Slytherin could eat leftovers.

"Hey! Watch it, Weasley!" Draco pulled his arm from the other boy's grasp. "This robe is worth more than your house!"

Ron bristled and turned red, but before he could even think about hitting Malfoy, Ginny did it for him. A nice slap right across the face. Seems like girls were doing that a lot lately.

"I live in that home too! And although it may not be as big, or as nice as yours, it still has one thing that yours doesn't," Ginny growled, calming down more at the end of her speech as everyone stared at her in shock. Had Ginny Weasley just hit Draco Malfoy?

"And what's that?" Draco asked disinterestedly as he babied his now very red cheek. Twice in less than an hour was a record, for sure.

The word came out of her mouth in something almost like a whisper, but just as strong as it was gentle.

"Love."

For a moment Draco looked taken aback, but it was so quick that only Hermione caught it. "And why in the world would I want that in my home? All it does is make you weak and poor. Isn't that what you are, Weasley? Weak. Weak and poor." He repeated the last part with slight disgust in his voice.

Then he proceeded to grab some food and walked out of the door, leaving the rest of them angry and stunned.

"That-that-" Hermione started, but was cut off by Harry who laid a hand on her shoulder and said, "Mione, there isn't enough time in a year for you to say everything Draco Malfoy is. So just ignore him, and try not to fuel his thirst for being a prat."

Hermione nodded and said, "You stay here and comfort Ginny if she needs it, I'm going to find Malfoy."

She marched towards the door, and as she walked down the hall she heard Harry say: "Just remember what I said, Hermione!"

*

Hermione marched down the corridor, angry at Malfoy, angry at his arrogance, angry at his snobby attitude, angry at the way he always managed to look so good whether angry or-WHOA! Where'd that come from? Well, just ignore it-maybe it'll go away.

She suddenly realized that she had no idea where she was-not just in the hallway, but this whole place. She decided not to think about it, and just find that stupid git Malfoy.

*

Malfoy had found another gaudily decorated room (aka pink, red, and white everywhere) and secluded himself in it, hoping no one would find him. But then why would anyone find him? Certainly no one would go looking for him.

Hs thoughts trailed off to a few moments before. Damn Weasley girl! Why did she have to say that? Why did she have to stick up for herself and her stupid brother? Now they're all even madder at me! Thank God that there's food here, or I'm sure that they'd kill me and eat me instead. Malfoy's thoughts were interrupted when he heard light footsteps in the hall. He listened more carefully, and determined that they were female-not the younger Weasley, she already had all of her fill of 'Arguing with everyone's favorite Slytherin' for one day. Granger. Of course, how had he not known that she'd come after him? Now there would be the questions, the threats, and of course the grand finale-the pissed off exit where she'd stomp out of the room and run into her boyfriends (that's plural) arms saying how much of a prick he was, and-

"MALFOY!" Draco cringed inwardly. His father used that exact tone on him when he did something really horrible.

"Yes, Mudblood?" he wasn't in the mood for games right now-he wanted peace, quiet, and no Gryffindors.

"Do-not-call-me-that," Hermione said through gritted teeth.

Malfoy chose to ignore her, and said, "Mudblood, what do you want?"

"Stop it! Just…stop it, Malfoy. You're a human being, just like the rest of us. Just try to act like one while we try and figure out where in the hell we are, okay?" Hermione said exasperatedly, squeezing her eyes shut and rubbing her temples as she prepared for the onslaught of a migraine.

"Granger, I'm touched…I mean, you're the first person to ever call me human," Malfoy said sincerely.

For a moment Hermione almost flipped out when she heard Malfoy speak to her as if she were a person, but then she opened her eyes and saw his smirk.

"Malfoy, just be fucking serious once in your whole life! I mean, we could be in Voldemort's own house and we wouldn't know it!" she yelled, and Malfoy saw a flash of fear as she mentioned the Dark Lord's name.

"I don't really thing pink's his color, love," Draco smirked at her.

Now he was just being unbelievable! He knew what she had meant! Now she was angry.

"Well you would know."

Draco's act fell at this. His face became placid, and he said in a calm voice, "What are you implying, Granger? That I'm a Death Eater?"

"Frankly, Malfoy, I don't give a damn whether you're a Death Eater or not. If you are-then you're stupider than I have imagined, and if you aren't-well if you aren't…then good for you. You're still a prick," and with that Hermione made her grand finale and left Malfoy dazed and confused and a more than a little pissed.

Since when did he call Mudblood Granger 'love'?

*

Since when does Draco Malfoy call me 'love'? Hermione thought as she stomped down the hall.

Oh well, I guess I'll just put it back under 'Unsolved Mysteries involving Draco Malfoy'. That file also included the time when he had handed her the robe in the shop and then completely changed when he was in the bar, saying all those nasty things about her.

She shook her head and thought, Too much thinking, bad.

She had to go tell Ron and Harry what a prick Malfoy was, anyways.

*

THANK-YOUS

f0xyness39: You are my very first reviewer! Woo hoo! Ding ding ding! We have a winner! And your prize is…a really lame and pathetic thank-you from a horrible fan fic author called Starr. But it's the thought that counts, right? (Gives a sheepish smile, although its 'The thought that counts' doesn't really apply to now since it was a prize, not a gift) Yes, and Draco is being quite a prick. But it's so fun to write him like that! Oh well. For this to be Hr/D, he has to be a little nicer. We'll just have to have Hermione whip him into shape! (Evil grin)

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