Chapter Twenty-One:

(A/N. Sup everyone? I wrote this very short chappie to appease you since I'm busy doing this huge science essay thing which is due Friday and I haven't finished. AHHHHHH! Okay. Breathe. Anyway, hope you like it. Next chapter is going to be lots of fun! Heehee. Read on and don't forget to add you're invaluable reviews!)

As the limousine pulled away from the cold house, Draco pulled out his wand and muttered a silencing charm. He turned and grinned at Hermione who was giving him a searching look.

"Now we can talk." He smiled. She nodded and continued to look at him strangely. He knew that she was wondering about his cryptic sentence he had shot at his father. "So, what are your parents like?" He asked. Her face cleared and she smiled wistfully.

"Oh, they're wonderful!" She cried happily. "My dad loves to cook, so he's always preparing these wonderful dishes, no sweets of course. My mom helps out so it's nice. They usually come home early, unless there's something wrong. They run their practice together, so they spend most of their time with each other. I'm glad they're so close." She said. Draco felt jealousy surge through him before he quelled it. Why should he feel jealous? He would not wish his loneliness on anyone, especially not the girl he was in lo…in like with. Hermione proceeded to tell him all about her home and what she did in her spare time. The hour and twenty minutes flew by and soon the limousine was pulling up in front of a pleasant looking house. Draco quickly dropped the silencing charm as they walked out. The chauffer unloaded their luggage.

"Good bye, Master Draco." He said. Draco inclined his head and the man got in the car and drove away. Hermione and Draco grabbed their stuff from the grass and went up to the front door. Hermione knocked barely concealing her excitement. A tall man with graying hair and glasses opened the door.

"Mione!" He cried before taking Hermione into his arms. Draco guessed that this was Hermione's father. A small woman with short, curly brown hair came out. The resemblance between the beautiful older woman and Hermione was sticking.

"Hello dad, hello mum." Hermione smiled. The woman embraced her daughter and stroked her hair. She spotted Draco from over Hermione's shoulder.

"And who might you be?" She asked as she pulled away. Hermione blushed and looked down at her feet.

"This is my friend." She said softly. Mrs. Granger frowned and shook her head in confusion.

"But wasn't that awful boy Draco Malfoy who was always teasing you supposed to come over as punishment? Who's this?" Mrs. Granger said.

"Now Hermione, what dreadful things have you been saying to your parents about me? I believe the teasing went both ways, didn't it?" Draco said grinning at Hermione who blushed harder. Draco turned back to the sophisticated woman. "My name is Draco Malfoy." He said offering his hand. The woman looked positively baffled before understanding dawned and she flushed.

"Oh! Well…I meant…because…" She stammered. Draco's grin broadened and he touched Mrs. Granger's hand.

"Don't worry. I know I was awful to your daughter for a while. I've changed though." He smiled. The woman still look confused and instead of pursuing the subject, which she obviously wasn't going to understand until her daughter could explain, she nodded.

"I'll show you your room then." She said. Draco followed her to the second floor and into a large guest suite. He dumped his stuff on the floor and sat down on the bed, watching the woman leave. He flopped back onto his bed and closed his eyes, hoping to get some rest before dinner.