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| In the flat. |

"So, bathroom's in here, clean towels here, the TV control right there by the sofa, and you sleep here." Hermione said, pointing at Harry's bedroom door.

"Hmmm... And where do you sleep?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My flat. Any other questions?" Hermione said blankly. "If you need anything else, my number's posted at the fridge door."

Draco took a look around. It looked decent enough. It wasn't as dirty as he expected it to be. He smiled. "Thanks, Hermione."

Hermione grinned. "It's alright." She said as she leaned against the doorframe.

Draco placed a hand on her arm.

Hermione looked into Draco's shining silver eyes. She never saw eyes like his before-eyes that pierced through her soul. Eyes that seemed to know exactly what she was thinking about, eyes that seemed to know everything that went on inside her brain. It was so much different from Harry's. "But then again, why am I comparing Draco to Harry?" Hermione thought. "It's just that he's so different from Harry." She argued with herself. His presence made her feel safe. Complete. Something she never felt around Harry. Sure, she felt safe around him, but never complete. Maybe there was more to Draco Malfoy than she thought, and she couldn't wait to find out. She was so lost in her thought that she didn't notice Draco's question.

"Can I ask you something?" Draco asked shyly as he rummaged through his bags.

Hermione snapped out of her trance, smiled guiltily as she tried to regain composure. "Sure, go ahead."

Chapter 3: Shut Up

Shut up, Just shut up, shut up Shut up, Just shut up, shut up Shut up, just shut up, shut up Shut it up, just shut up, shut up Shut up, just shut up, shut up Shut up, just shut up, shut up Shut up, just shut up, shut up Shut it up, just shut up, shut up

We try to take it slow But were still losing control And we try to make it work But it still ends up the worst, and I'm crazy for trying to be your lady I think I'm going crazy

Shut Up Black eyed peas

~*~*~ "Could you please leave so I can finish unpacking?" Draco asked in a rude tone as he shuffled through his bags and started to unpack.

"Oh, I'm sorry. God forbid I intrude in your unpacking rituals," Hermione said sarcastically as she raised up her hands in defense.

"Yeah... Scary experience it is. You see, innocents like you should never see something as disturbing as this. It might scar you for life," Draco drawled as his lips formed a smirk. He got his clothes and started to put them in a specific area of the closet.

Hermione was watching him with an amused smile. In all her life, she never imagined Draco Malfoy to be such a neat freak. He arranged all his shirts by color. She bit back a laugh. "Oh no! It's the big bad shirt! Run and hide while you can folks! Before things get worse!" Hermione said sarcastically as she ran around in circles with her hands shaking in the air mockingly.

"Haha... Charming. Now, if you please, I really need to get this out of my way. I think you know your way out. I'll give you a ring later. Okay? How about I come by later to your flat so we can eat dinner? How does 7:00 sound?" Draco calmly suggested as he got his trousers and placed it with all the trousers of the same brand.

"You're sure?" She said apprehensively.

"Of course." He said with a genuine smile as he bent down to retrieve the next bag that he was going to unpack. He saw her with her back leaning against the doorframe and he straightened up to face her. "I'll see you later. All right?" Draco said distractedly.

"All right, all right. Thanks for making me feel so welcome Draco." She said sarcastically as she moved towards the front door.

"You make it easy," Draco replied with a grin.

He sighed as he heard the door close. He would have to do this quickly, he thought. "It's already 5:00. Damn, I hope her flat isn't too far." He thought as he hurried to finish unpacking.

| 5:45... Draco... err... Harry's Flat |

"Hermione... I don't know what to make of her." Draco thought as he stared at the ceiling while lying down on Harry's king sized bed. "She's entertaining, yet at the same time a nuisance." He thought as he recalled Hermione running around in circles as she mocked him. He let out a chuckle. "Oh, but she's definitely funny." He added. Although he wouldn't admit it out loud, he found her fascinating. Her ability to make him laugh and smile without even breaking a sweat was unbelievable. She sparked his interest. Not like he was going to do anything about it, but really, she did. She was like a butterfly gliding around him. So enchanting yet so annoying at the same time. The way she contradicted every word that came out of his mouth. The way she always had to retort to his sentences with those witty comebacks. The way she was so sarcastic about everything he said. He shook his head fiercely as if to rid his mind from these thoughts.

He stood up and started to pace the bedroom. "Why am I even thinking about her?" he thought to himself as he continued to pace the length of the room. "It's not as if this is the first time I met her," He reasoned. "It's not as if she changed or anything... but it's the first time I talked to her. And I mean, really talk. Not just the occasional small talk, but a real conversation." He shook his head for the second time. "Now I'm babbling? What the hell is wrong with me?" he asked himself as he started to feel frustrated. "Okay, Draco. Calm down. Not like this is the first time you've seen a woman before," He reminded himself as he glanced at the clock. It was now 6:00. "Oh, joy..." he thought sarcastically as he made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower before he went to Hermione's flat.

After his much-needed shower, he quickly put on a pair of jeans, a loose fitting black shirt and white sneakers and headed to the fridge.

He dialed Hermione's number and waited for her to answer.

* Ring *

* Ring *

* Ring *

"Hello?" a female voice answered.

"Hey. Is this Hermione?" Draco questioned.

"Yes. And this is..." Hermione deliberately left the statement hanging.

"Draco."

"Oh, why'd you call? Forget to say your other rude remarks? I'm sorry, but I'm extremely busy. Perhaps we should do this some other time. How about never?" Hermione said without any hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Look, I'm sorry. Okay? And I didn't call to make rude remarks. I wanted to know your address. I'm coming over, remember?" Draco gently reminded her.

"What do you need an address for? I'm right next door." She said as she put down the phone without bothering to wait for his reply.

With a sigh, Draco put down the phone, stood up and slowly walked towards Hermione's flat while he thought of what to say to her. "Well, that was a cheerful conversation. Guess she liked me that much. Note to self: apologize to Hermione," he thought. "And, avoid any rude remarks," He added as an afterthought as he bit his lip. "Oh well, I'll try," He included to himself with a smile as he knocked on her door.

No answer.

He knocked again. "Hermione, are you in there?" he shouted.

"Coming!" Hermione's voice came out as a muffled reply.

Hermione opened the door, with a cloud of smoke emerging from behind her. She was wearing an apron with a distressed look on her face as she hurriedly ushered Draco inside.

"So, what's for dinner? Draco asked, making conversation as he sat down on one of the couches in Hermione's living room. He looked around taking note of his surroundings. The walls in her living room were painted sky blue and made Draco feel as if he were in the skies, sitting on clouds as the overstuffed couch he sat on was made of white leather so smooth, and so soft, that he could hardly tell the difference between them. A blue coffee table made of glass was in front of him and was decked with pictures of Hermione—Hermione growing up, Hermione with her parents, Hermione with her friends, and Hermione with Harry. "What?" Hermione asked distractedly. She was so concentrated in her cooking that she didn't hear Draco's question. "Nevermind... I'll come and see for myself," Draco muttered to himself as he made his way towards the kitchen.

A smell of something burning entered his nose as he set foot in the kitchen. He simply ignored it, then surveyed the interior of the room. Unlike the living room, which was filled with an ample amount of blue entities, this room was completely covered in yellow and orange. The walls were painted yellow orange and it looked... homey. "There was no other word for it." Draco thought. The whole kitchen looked like something that would be in "Country Homes." There was the stove in the middle of the room on top of a wooden table. Underneath the stove was a steel oven. On the far side of the room was a small table for four. Several wooden cabinets lined the wall on his left. He sat on a stool on the edge of the wooden table where he could clearly see what Hermione was cooking. She was so wrapped up that she didn't even hear him come in. Draco leaned closer to her. Close enough for her to feel him breathing down the side of her neck. She wheeled around to face him.

"AAHH!" she exclaimed as her hand shot up to her heart.

"So, what are you cooking?" Draco said with an evil grin.

"Damn it, Draco. Don't ever sneak up on me again!" Hermione said as she caught her breath.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Draco started sarcastically. "I didn't know that I was sneaking up on you... But in case you didn't hear, I asked you a question a while ago, and you didn't answer. So, I went in here. It's not my fault you didn't hear me come in."

"Well, why didn't you just wait for me to come out?"

"Well, you do know that I'm a gentleman, right?" he said with an exaggerated smile. He didn't wait for her to respond as he continued. "Glad you agree. And since I am a gentleman, I felt the need to check up on you," He said with a smile.

"And why is that?" Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because..." He retorted.

She snorted and went back to her cooking.

"So, what're you cooking?" He questioned.

"Roast Beef."

"Roast beef? I never knew roast beef was so... black." He said as he struggled to find the words that described her "roast beef."

"It's more, golden brown. Black is a bit too hasty. Don't you think?" Hermione replied sweetly as she lay down the "roast beef" on the table. "Well, aren't you going to sit here?" she asked as she pointed to the seat next to hers.

He sat down next to her and stared at the plate before him before he looked at the chef. She looked so proud of her cooking. That big smile, as if this was her very first meal. "She is adorable. How can I not eat this when she's looking at me like that?" He thought to himself with a groan as he scooped some of it into his fork.

"Well, here goes nothing," He said as he lifted his fork to his mouth.

"Good God, that sucks!" He exclaimed before thinking.

Her face fell. She stood up and took his plate.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking when I said that." He tried to apologize as he stood up and placed his hand over hers.

"No, you're absolutely right. It does suck." She snapped, her brown eyes flaming with anger. "I didn't even invite you to eat here. You invited yourself! I'm sorry I ever tried cooking for you." Tears were now forming in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, okay? I wasn't thinking when I said that." Draco said, growing impatient.

She wiped her eyes and continued to scrape the remains of the roast beef into the garbage. "Yeah, that's right. You didn't think."

"I said I was sorry. God! Isn't that enough?" He said as sat back down and massaged his throbbing temples. His rationality was hanging by a thread.

"No it's not. You've been nothing but rude to me ever since you came here. I was so nice to you and what did you do? Throw my kindness right back at my face." She spat with venom.

"Been nothing but rude to you?" He asked slowly. The thread was growing thinner by the second. "Been nothing but rude to you?"

"Yes, that's right. I don't even know why you're Harry's best friend. You are complete opposites. Harry is a kind, gentle, and caring person. But you are nothing but a ruthless, conniving, arrogant bastard!" She raged.

At that moment, Draco felt the thread snap. "I know we're different, but I don't need some worthless nagger to tell me that. How long have you known Harry? I've known him my whole life. I was there when his parents died. I was there when he had nowhere to go. Where were you? Oh, right. You didn't know Harry yet. Or for that matter, me. You don't know me, so what right do you have to judge me?" he yelled.

He felt the weight of her hand on the left side of his face. It stung like hell. He raised his hand to where she slapped him as if to somehow soothe his aching cheek. He looked up to see her face full of wrath. And his rationality came back with the impact of bullets. "I am a bastard." He thought. "Look, Hermione, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." He started.

"Get out." She said. It was almost a whisper, a whisper that clearly told you that she would not listen to whatever you said.

"I'm really sorry." He tried again.

"I said get out!" She yelled.

With a sigh of defeat, he stood up and left the room.