A/N: Oh my gosh you guys, I'm so excited! I logged onto my email earlier to find that I already have 9 reviews now! That's more than I expected. And two people want me to email them as soon as I update. That has to be a good sign, right? I think so. Well, I need to get started on chapter for now, before I get kicked off the computer again. (For some reason my parents think that since I was on for 6 hours yesterday I shouldn't be allowed to have as much time today... I don't get it) Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 4

"Hermione!" Mrs. Granger called up the stairs. "It's dinner time!"

Hermione groaned. So far she had been able to avoid Malfoy by keeping herself locked in her room. She didn't want to spend any more time with him than neccessary this summer. In fact, she would rather stay in her room all night and starve than have to eat dinner with Malfoy, but she knew her parents wouldn't let her do that.

When Hermione arrived in the livingroom she discovered that everyone else was already seated around the table. Malfoy was sitting in her usual place.

"That's my spot," she said, glaring at him.

Malfoy looked at Mrs. Granger innocently. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." He began to scoot his chair back when Mrs. Granger stopped him.

"That's quite alright dear, there's no need to move. Hermione, you can sit on the other side of the table tonight. Let our guest sit where he likes."

Hermione glared at Malfoy as she took her seat. Her mother had made a special dinner tonight to celebrate Malfoy's coming. Why anyone would want to celebrate the coming of a Malfoy was way beyond Hermione. There was ham, mashed potatoes and gravy, yams, and many other assorted foods.

"Hermione dear, could you please pass that stuff over there on your right?" Mr. Granger asked with a wink, referring to the yams.

"Oh, you mean the... um... I think they're off-colored, squishy-looking pastries?" Hermione returned the wink and passed the yams to her father.

"Stop it, you two!" Mrs. Granger said. "They're yams and you know it."

Nearly every night at dinner Hermione and her father made fun of her mother's cooking by pretending to not know what exactly it was she had cooked. In actuallity though, Mrs. Granger was a great cook, and they all knew it.

"Mrs. Granger, this is really good!" Malfoy said as he shoveled food into his mouth.

"Why thank you dear. See, at least somebody appreciates my cooking!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. 'Suck-up,' she thought.

"So Draco," Mr. Granger said, trying to strike up a conversation. "Why don't you tell us something about you? Beth and I hardly know anything about you."

"Well," Malfoy said after swallowing a rather large bite of food. "I'm seventeen, a seventh year prefect at Hogwarts, and I'm the Slytherin seeker for our quiddich team."

"That's the flying sport, right?" Mr. Granger was facinated. "I just find it so amazing that witches and wizards actually fly on broom sticks. Now, can you use any old broomstick, or do you have to buy a special magical one?"

"You could use a muggle broom if you put a charm on it, but those don't work very well. It really is better if you buy a broom that was designed for flying.." Draco gazed over at Hermione. "Don't you have a broomstick?"

"No," Hermione said quickly, avoiding eye contact.

"Hermione is afraid of heights," Mrs. Granger said casually.

Hermione couldn't believe her mom has actually said that! She was trying to get away without telling him that. Now Malfoy had something new to add to his list of things to taunt her about. "I'm done. Is it alright if I go visit Risma for a few minutes?" Hermione wanted out of the house.

"Sure dear."

Hermione jumped up from the table as quickly as possible and ran out the back door. Once outside, she took a deep breath and casually walked down the street toward Charisma's house.

"Granger, wait up!" she heard a voice call.

Hermione turned around to find Malfoy running down the streat to catch up with her. "What?" she asked, impatiently.

"How come I never knew you were afraid of flying?"

"Probably because you haven't seen me near a broom since that day in first year when Harry was made a seeker."

"Well, would you like me to teach you to fly?"

Hermione couldn't believe what she had just heard. Malfoy, offering to help her? Like that would ever happen. "I'm sorry, I don't think I quite heard you right."

"I said," Malfoy repeated himself, "would you like me to teach you how to fly?"

"Why on Earth would you want to do that?"

"Why wouldn't I? I love flying, and I think everybody should be able to experience it."

Hermione was still skeptical. "Well... alright."

Malfoy grinned. "Great. Besides, I'll love the feeling of your body behind me on that broom."

Hermione was shocked. She couldn't believe he had just said that! But by the time she snapped out of if and had come up with a comeback of sorts, Malfoy had already disappeared into the house. Hermione decided she would just continue on her way to Charisma's.



Well, there's another chapter. Please keep on reviewing! The next chapter will probably be up sometime tomorrow.