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Discoveries-3-An Agreement

She barely fell an inch, when she felt someone's arms around her from behind. Then she was pulled back in the window, and set on the ground, hard. "Are you out of your mind?!"

Hermione turned around and faced Malfoy.

"You could've killed yourself!" Malfoy said. "Or worse! You could've got a broken leg or something, and I would've had to take care of you!"

Hermione laughed.

"Don't laugh at me! It isn't funny!" Malfoy said. "And think of what my father would say if I had to take care of a mudblood!"

"You know, Malfoy... that's getting kind of old."

"What's getting old?"

"You calling me a mudblood."

"Well would you rather I called you something else?"

"I really don't care... I'm simply telling you, that it's getting old, and has no effect on me anymore."

"MUDBLOOD!" he teased. Hermione showed no signs of being hurt at all. "Sheesh! You really weren't kidding about that!"

"Did I sound like I was?"

~*~*~

"I'm bored," Hermione said, yawning.

"Well what do you think I am? Happy?" Malfoy asked.

Hermione didn't even answer. She just looked around, and then saw something on the ground that caught her eye. She moved closer to it, and grabbed it. It was a wand. Only it wasn't hers. "Oh, Malfoy," she said, holding the wand between her fingers, and twirling it around. He looked up.

"Where'd you find that?" he demanded.

"On the floor over here. Seems you misplaced it."

Malfoy reached out and snatched it away from her.

"Your welcome," she said.

"I never said thank you."

"But you should have."

Malfoy walked over to the door, pointed his wand at it, and muttered, "Alohomora." It didn't work. "Alohomora!" he said, again, louder this time.

"Here let me try," Hermione said, taking the wand from his hands as he was trying a third time. "Alohomora." Instantly, the door opened. Hermione turned back to Malfoy, a triumphant look upon her face. She smiled, at how bad he was with spells. He just glared at her, as she went down the stairs, and met her at the bottom.

"I think we'll wait for a while before we go up there again. I don't really feel like getting locked in there with YOU again," Malfoy said.

"It's no picnic for me either. Who said I wanted to be there with YOU?" Hermione asked.

"Don't pretend like you don't find me attractive."

Hermione laughed. "What?"

"I know what you think of me. Every girl at school thinks I'm the sexiest male Hogwarts has ever seen."

"Well I'm not every girl," Hermione said, walking away.

Later that night, Hermione decided she'd go make dinner. She didn't know much about cooking, but she had a feeling she knew a lot more than 'pureblood' Malfoy did. She went down to the kitchen, and found that Malfoy was already there, sitting and eating teriyaki chicken. Hermione stared, speechless. "H-How? W-What?" she tried to speak, but couldn't.

"I ordered it."

"Oh," Hermione said, now able to talk. "I was wondering."

"Yeah, I could tell by the way you were going... H-How? W-What?" Malfoy mimicked, in a high pitch voice, that sounded nothing like Hermione's. "Although I don't think the guy who answered was very happy with me. He couldn't hear me, I suppose... maybe he had hearing problems, or something. He kept saying, What? What did you order?" Malfoy shook his head slightly, putting another bite of chicken in his mouth.

Hermione went and sat down to eat next to him, but found no more food. "Malfoy! You didn't order any for me?"

"No. I didn't know you were hungry."

Hermione got up and went over to the phone. She looked in the phone book, and dialed a number for pizza. "Hello? Yes, I'll have a small pepperoni pizza. Yes. Thanks. Bye." Hermione hung up and sat down at the table, waiting.

"So THAT's how you use the phone!" Malfoy said.

"What? Why? How were you using it?"

"I was holding it upside-down."

Hermione laughed, imagining the scenario.

"Would you quit laughing at me?"

"It's just you're so funny!" Hermione said.

"Why, thank you."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You KNOW that's not what I meant."

"Yeah."

"That's scary. We're actually agreeing on something," Hermione said, as realization dawned on her.

(TFG: Hey! I'm going to go write the next chapter right now... actually, it'll already be written probably, by the time this chapter is up, but... oh well! REVIEW, please! Thanks!)