A/N: Sorry guys for not updating in so very long! There is no excuse I know, but I tried to make this chapter as long as possible to make up for it!

Kiwi-Babes – Thanks for your compliments! Its much appreciated.

Jason800-2000 – This longer chapter is thanks to your request!

Dark Forces Within – I didn't really understand the question. No matter how long I take to write this, this is all set in the summer after the 5th year at Hogwarts. If I didn't answer your query please ask again, but I really didn't understand your point!

Ok with no further ado here is the next chapter of Summer with Mione

13th August

Days to school: 18

Nothing much really happened yesterday since Simmy was sick and spent all day in bed. When I went over to check up on her, she was so drugged up on painkillers that she thought I was her long lost twin brother! Obviously delusional and teetering on the edge of consciousness, I thought it best to leave her to recuperate in the company of me hugely huggable teddy bear (yes I still have mine).

One thing I did realise yesterday was how bored I must have been without Simmy. Before, I couldn't wait to get back to school and was prepared to spend all summer mumbling and grumbling about it. I would spend endless hours reading and re reading my books. I was even in the process of preparing my revision timetable for the OWLs for heaven's sake - crazily early, even by my standards!

But now, it really does feel like a holiday and not just a massive waste of time. I'm actually looking forward to spending my days lazing around watching daytime TV and loitering in the village. OK, I know this will sound really cheesy, but I guess I kind of understand how people can say 'Its all thanks to you' Hahahaha! Even now it sounds like something Lois Lane would say to Superman!

So anyway, enough of that. I went to visit Simmy again today as I had nothing better to do. As I entered her room I noticed that it was filled with cardboard boxes, lying higgledy piggledy (ha-ha what an old woman phrase!) everywhere. The only things outside of those boxes were a few crumpled clothes littering the crème carpet and some drying sunflowers in a glass of water. The brown and grey seemed to envelope the whole room in a haze of gloom. Eugh! No wonder she was ill. Once she gets better, I swear I will help to get her room into order.

It was over twenty degrees outside, but still Simmy was sitting up in her bed swaddled in a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles duvet that almost swallowed her whole body. Amid the stuffiness of the room, she looked a lot better and thankfully was talking coherently again – always a good sign! It hadn't been hay fever after all but some sort of short term stomach bug that had been going around quite recently. The subject tired quickly and so we were left to sit out the silences broken only by the distant sputtering of someone's lawn mower. I knew we were both thinking of the same thing. I could see that she wanted to ask me about it but also that she wanted me to start first.

I took a deep breath and said "His name is Draco Malfoy"

"Who are you talking about?" she questioned barely concealing her knowing grin

"Oh get over yourself" I smiled while she smirked guiltily "He goes to my school and thinks the world of himself. You know one of those guys who has insanely rich parents so goes around with his to thick headed sidekicks threatening anyone and everyone who isn't under his command"

"uh huh, oh really"

"Yeah I mean that's why I was so surprised. First of all that he didn't have Crabbe and Goyle on each side for protection. And secondly, what is a smelly git of a bully doing anywhere near here?"

"Maybe he lives here"

"Not likely. The way he brags about his castle of a house, no I don't think so. I mean we would have noticed such a large mansion in such a tiny place, there is no way you can hide. . . "

Of course you could – with magic. With all kinds of anti muggle spells and charms, just think about the glittering gold quidditch stadium.

The implications: 1. There is a chance that Malfoy lives right here in this village

2. I will have to put up with him all year round and not just at school

3. Most importantly, he knows where I live – not a pleasant thought

"If you've known him for what, five years, then how come you didn't recognise him?" The abruptness totally threw my train of thought.

"I was just. . ."

"uh huh and how did you not notice that he lived here in those long years?"

"Because I . . ."

"yeah and he's such a bastard, why did it take you more than ten second to chuck him out of your doorway?"

I have to admit, it was a good question, and I'd been thinking about it myself. I'm so surprised that I've never seen him ever since I started Hogwarts. And shouldn't I be able to see his house clearly even if it is drenched in anti muggle charms?

"Hold on, what's the point in asking these questions if you won't let me answer them?

"Because its fun and anyway it's not like you have any replies to them"

Well what can I say? Simmy's back and sharper than ever. That girl has an ability that magic can't give you. To be honest she's just voicing my own queries, but somehow it just makes the situation more surreal. . . its impossible to get over that fact that a prudish pureblood like Malfoy could live in a muggle village as small as this.

A/N: I'm sorry it's a very Simmy and Malfoy based story but I think the thing with Hermione is that once she gets stuck on something, its hard for her to let go of it, so that's what I'm trying to convey. Anyway This is it for now, hopefully will be updating more now since its summer holidays (might even finish it this summer!) Now people press Review and tell me what you think, be harsh be nice, whatever, but I want the truth!