Disclaimer: If by now you haven't realized that these characters are not mine, then you may need serious medical attention…I know a great place! No, just kidding!

A/N: I'm really lost with this story. It actually confuses me! Sometimes, I sit here at the computer, typing my story, and I'm like, "Omigod! What is going to happen next?" I just really write this one by ear…so if in places, you get a little confused, let me apologize and explain beforehand. Well, R&R my fellow ff goers!

Chapter 9

By the time that Hermione had gotten up and dusted herself off, Draco came shooting out of the fireplace, almost knocking her over. Gave her a real shock. She let out a low yelp, but thankfully, Draco didn't notice. He always teased her about her cute little laughs and squeals.

"We made it!" Draco screamed. "See, that was a lot faster than walking or brooms, right Mione?"

"Yeah, you were right," Hermione said. "What next?"

"Why don't we sit down and have a bite to eat and drink?" Draco suggested. "Because after while, we have to go get some, uh, supplies."

Draco led Hermione by her hand to a table in the back, kind of far away from everyone else. Hermione's mind was wandering. Draco had something planned that she didn't know about. He has been acting really different lately. What supplies? And the way he said it, supplies. Like, like he was talking bout a broomstick maintenance kit. Which of course, wouldn't surprise Hermione if that really was the supplies he was talking about. She decided to find out what was going on.

"Draco?"

"Yes Mione?" Draco said. Looking around at all of the odd looking witches and wizards around them.

"Where are we gonna go after this? And what supplies do you need?" Hermione asked.

"Um, well…" his voice trailed off, but he soon came back, "I suppose we will stay here, you know, above the pub, there is a few rooms. And as for the supplies, you'll see."

"Okay, you've just been acting, uh, strange. I thought maybe something was up."
"Well, no, nothings up. Don't worry," Draco told her.

"Okay, let's eat," Hermione said.

Hermione and Draco began eating on crumpets and sipping their butterbeer. It was really good, it settled in Hermione's stomach very well.

When they had paid for their food and drinks, well, more like after Draco paid for their food and drinks, they made reservations for two separate rooms to stay in for the night. Hey, Hermione was no retard. She knew what teenage boys wanted. Then they walked out into the not so busy dark streets of Diagon Alley.

"Okay, now what?" Hermione asked. "Where are we going?"

"Well, I need to go down to Knockturn Alley. Oh for heaven's sake Hermione, I'm not no murderer or nothing. It's just that what I need to get is from one of my fathers friends. They work in Knockturn Alley. You can go to Flourish and Blots if you'd like. I'll find you there when I get back. Then I guess we'll turn in for the night," Draco explained.

'Well, okay, see you soon?" Hermione said.

"Sure. Bye sweetheart," Draco leaned over and gave her a kiss, then walked away towards the staircase that lead to Knockturn Alley.

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Hermione pushed open the door that led into her favorite bookstore. She loved it here. She loved the smell, she loved everything about it. She felt right at home here. She walked over to the section dedicated to Hogwarts history, picked up a book, and began skimming through it. She couldn't really concentrate. Her mind was, yet again, wandering. She was so nervous. What was going to happen to her and Draco? She just didn't know what she should do. She missed Hogwarts…she missed her friends, even some of her classes. Even Harry and Ron. But at the thought of those two, Hermione shut her mind down from all thoughts of Hogwarts and anything about it. She didn't want to think about those two. It was over. They would never be friends again. She needed to accept it. She brought her mind back to the book she was "skimming through", and actually began to read, wondering when Draco would be back.