A/N: I know, I know! The last chapter was cheesy and quite boring but I'm just lengthening the story to make it worthwhile for all of you, well, three of you rather.

Enjoy reading my lovely readers!

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Hermione couldn't wait for Ginny's reply. It had been a day since she'd mailed it and she thought that it was taking a little long for the little owl to come back.

"Where could it possibly be?" Hermione bit her lip. She was quite disheartened so she decided to sleep on it. She snuggled onto her pillow feeling its softness when she heard a rumbling noise at the window.

Her hands shook as she opened the letter. She didn't know why she was so nervous, it was information on Draco's whereabouts.

'What could he be doing now?' Hermione thought to herself. She imagined him a big oak desk filled with papers to finish, and she'd imagine him signing important papers for the witches council.

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Draco was sitting in a large oak desk, with papers stacked on it. But he wasn't signing anything nor doing anything significant for the witch community. He was preparing his term paper.

"Hey Draco, what are you doing?" James looked at him.

"Studying." He answered bluntly.

"Wanna watch Royal Rumble?" He looked at him. "Kapalam!"

"James, forgive me for questioning you but how did you get into Oxford?"

"Ever hear of the James Christopher wing?" He looked at his friend.

"Oh, the new library wing." Draco nodded.

"James Christopher, my dad paid for it." He rolled his eyes. "I don't need to study, he could just pay for the head master's trip to the Bahamas or something."

Draco looked at Christopher and couldn't help but remember how he used to be like that with his father. No, Lucius never had to pay for Draco to get into Hogwarts but other things, important social things.

"I'm going to the library." He announced since James had put up the volume loud enough for the entire floor to hear.

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You can reach him at 2356696 (local 265)

Gin

Hermione looked at the letter. Ginny knew that Hermione wouldn't really bother about the whole how are you doing stuff.

"Okay," Hermione inhaled deeply. "Come on, it's just a Draco." She tried to convince herself.

She dialed the numbers as her heart raced. She had made no contact with him whatsoever.

"Hello?" A male voice picked up the phone.

"Draco?"

"I'm sorry, he's not here right now. Who's this?"

"Uhm, could you say it's Hermione and to call me back as 2657558." Hermione whispered. "Thanks."

"Okay bye."

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James had quickly scribbled down her number on the paper forgetting to write her name when his friends came into their room.

"You can't see me!" They roared as they stumbled in. James dropped the paper onto the table not noticing that it had fallen to the floor and he and his friends began to play rough.

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Sighing heavily Hermione put down the phone.

"At least you tried." A voice from the door said.

"Why are you listening to my conversations?" Hermione asked.

"That sounded more like a call, not exactly my idea of a conversation." Sofia laughed. "He'll call back if he feels," she began.

"I know." Hermione cut. "I told his roommate to tell me."

"Okay." Sofia nodded as her blond hair fell on her face.

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Draco walked into his dorm room only to see how messy it was.

"This is not fair." He whispered to himself as he began to pick up the things on the floor. He spotted a piece of paper with a telephone number and put it beside the phone.

"Hey, D!" James yelled. "Come on and watch this with us."

"No thank you." He said in an uneasy tone. He was feeling queasy with the thought of Hermione being so close by yet still feeling so far. He was also tired, the schoolwork was starting to pile up but even though he could cope with one hand behind his back, he knew that good wasn't good enough.

"Yeah!" They all started yelling and jumping around. "What a slam!"

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Days had passed and still no word from Draco. Hermione had figured that he wasn't interested. She had done her part and saw no reason to force him.

Meanwhile, Draco couldn't get Hermione off his mind.

"So did anyone call for me today?" Draco walked into his room.

"Nope." James didn't look up from the television. "But wait! Like two days ago this chick named Her," He shut his eyes as if struggling to remember a name. "Hermia or something like that?"

Draco's eyes shut open. "Two days ago!" He ran to James and jumped over the couch. "Why didn't you tell me? What did she say?"

"She gave her number." James smiled.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You never asked." James shrugged. "I put her name on one of those Post-it things."

"Where?" Draco asked eagerly.

"Why do you sound so excited? She your girlfriend?" James rolled his eyes.

"You wouldn't understand." Draco sighed in exasperation. He ran over to the phone table looking for a piece of paper. "Where? Where? Where?" He searched through the messy pile.

James trudged over. "Try looking under the phone," He rolled his eyes.

Draco lifted the phone to find the piece of paper.

"See?" James shrugged as if Draco were some idiot.

Draco looked at the piece of paper in his hand and dialed the number. There was no way he was not going to straighten things out with Hermione, it had been four years.

"Hello?" A female voice answered.

"Good day may I please speak with Hermione?"

"Well you just missed her. Who's calling?"

"Draco." He replied in a disappointed tone.

"It's about time you called." The voice replied. "Well she just stepped out for the afternoon. What took you so long?"

"Huh? Who am I talking to?"

"Sofia." She replied. "Her younger sister."

"Oh." Draco replied.

"What took you so long?" Sofia asked. "I thought Hermione was going to start pulling her hair out."

"Excuse me?" Draco asked.

"Never mind. Just be here at seven." She said instantly.

"What?"

"Are you deaf or just plain stupid? Come here, say hi, hang out." She replied. "Where's here?" Draco

"Sherwood St. we're the only house on the block."

"Where's that?" Draco asked.

"Behind St. Johns." She replied.

"There's a street behind St. Johns?"

"Just enter through the Kelis Building."

"Okay." Draco nodded.

"Seven o'clock. Be here on time."

"Okay."

"I've got to go." Sofia replied. "Bye."

Draco was going to see her after four years, finally.

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