Two: Mission Impossible.

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"I won't do it!" Hermoine screamed, trashing around Grimmauld Place where she had now lived for the last six years with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.

"I refuse!"

"They need you, Hermoine, they asked." Sirius ventured carefully, his expression unusually confused.

Hermoine's eyes widened, letting out a low moan, she proceeded to trash the room, stopping only when Remus grabbed her by the shoulders.

"What's wrong with this job?"

"It's not the job itself, it's who."

Both Remus and Sirius gave short whistles- Sirius grabbing Hermoine's hand as she went to throw a vase:

"Who is it?"

"A bloody ferret!"

"Ooo!"

(Insert Remus's chuckle)

"Exactly!" Hermoine said through clenched teeth.

"Well," Remus started, "you could always ignore him…"

"How! I'll be with that arrogant son-of-a-bitch for…God only knows how long!"

"Calm down, Hermoine, he can't be all that-" Sirius was cut off as Hermoine threw herself at him in a mad rage.

"He's a bastard, I wish he had died instead of Harry, the world would be a much better place without him!"

Sirius tried to console her, but she raced from the room, slamming up the stairs into her bedroom.

"Think I should talk to her?" Remus asked, his eyes full of concern.

"Only if you want to be castrated, and word from me, I like your nethers just where they are." with that he gave Remus a sultry look and vaulted from the room.

Remus gave a lustful sigh and raced after him.

[A/N- Yeah, I had to add Remus and Sirius, no matter how small a part, they make such a cute couple.]

"Bloody shell, I fought thisss wud be ea-hiccup-easy."

Draco slurred drunkenly. His few drinks after work with Seamus Finnigan had turned into a few dozen, and the normal buzz was now a monstrous roar through his head.

"Draco, why do you hate her? She really isn't that bad."

Draco rolled his eyes, snorting distastefully: "Not bad! Shesh 'orrible! Shesh 'ideous, like a beaverrr…" at this time Draco decided to become violently ill and Seamus was forced to take him home by way of Floo (appairating while intoxicated is most painful and very dangerous)

The next morning, Draco woke with a splitting headache. He sat up, groaned, and fell back to his pillows.

A House-elf by the name of Cheeky rushed in:

"Master, yous be needing anyf-"

"GET OUT!" Draco bellowed, "Don't come back until your voice is weaker than a kittens mew-"

Cheeky went to run and Draco continued hollering, "-and close the bloody drapes, do you want the sun to kill me!" at this Draco heard:

"Bad Cheeky! Bad! No ill thoughts of Master!" followed by a sharp clanging, Draco never did find out what the clanging was, he didn't really care.

[A/N-Couldn't you see this, I could.]

After sleeping of his, rather heavy, hangover, Draco managed to lumber into the bathroom- the mirror nearly shattering at his reflection.

Bloodshot gray eyes, ashen skin, disheveled hair, and a nice amount of stubble greeted him.

"By god, I'm like a young, blond, Snape."

"Oh you aren't that bad off, yet."

Draco spun around in a whirlwind of panic. Lucius stood in the doorway, his shadow creeping over the opulent room.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

Lucius's trademark Malfoy smirk deepened.

"As far as the world's concerned, I am dead," he approached Draco slowly, "As far as you, my son, are concerned, I am the Dark Lord's replacement."

Draco smiled as he stared back at his father, his hackles rising, a chilling smile splayed across his lips.

"Incase you haven't heard, Father," Draco spat, "I'm an Auror now, I could arrest you."

Lucius rounded on him:

"You were always a disappointment."

"Father, I believe you're the disappointment."

"You're an abomination!" Lucius snarled, "You an Auror, the Ministry has fallen to pot, it's a joke!"

Draco chuckled darkly, mussing his already messy hair, a cocky smirk dotting the corners of his mouth.

"If you're done, I have work to get to-"

"Oh yes, that. A Mudblood, honestly Draco, could you sink any lower?"

"Lucius, until you can leave the house without a warrant on your head, don't talk to me about sinking lower." with that Draco apparated out of Malfoy Manor into Hermoine's bedroom at Grimmauld Place…

Hermoine had a towel wrapped around her and was rummaging through her closet for a fresh pair of robes, when Satan fell through her ceiling- naked.

"God he's vile!" her thoughts screamed.

"God she's beautiful!" his answered.

Beautiful?

Where had that come from?

"MALFOY! WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM- IN MY BED- NAKED!!"

"Nice to see you too Mudblood."

"Get out, get out, GET OUT!"

"No, I think I'll stay a bit longer, it's a little cold out, you see?" [A/N- Ha ha! If you don't get it don't ask, watch Dogma.]

Hermoine let out an exasperated yowl:

"Malfoy, this mission- wild goose chase- whatever you'd call it- is going to be impossible, we can't even talk civilly-"

"Hermoine, I'm sorry."

"What?!"

Draco's smirk deepened- that'll shut her up- he thought smugly.

'I'm sorry Hermoine."

She stared at him openmouthed for a few moments before flying from the room.

"Well," Draco muttered, "that's the last time I say her name."

He's impossible. She screamed mentally

"How will we get this mission completed if we can't stop screaming at each other and irritating each other for a few seconds?" she wondered out loud, "I hate him, I hate him more than life itself."

POP she vanished with a silent vow to finish the job, no matter how vile Draco Malfoy was.

A/N-Woof! Ok am done with that chapter. Longer, better? I don't know, you tell me- please send reviews!!!