Hey guys, I didn't get as many ideas as I hoped, but, I got a few. Oh well, it is MY story so I guess I'll have to write most of it. But thanks for the people who did give their thoughts, and I'll be using them. Yup. I'm thinking just a few more chapters until I finish it off. Thanks everyone who commented. You guys are like the nicest people I know.

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"You MORON!"

With fury, her shaking had managed to stride across his pale face.

"How DARE you go around, probing in my business. You have NOTHING to do with this. I knew you were a stupid evil slug, but I can't believe you would do something like this."

Draco woke up from her infamous slap. He should tell her what he saw. Change her mind about Ron and even himself.

"Granger..."

"You are OVER. I will NEVER trust you again. No, actually, Malfoy, I NEVER DID. Lose it. You are totally over. Just watch." Her face became red and her eyes black.

"Granger..."

"Why are you doing this to me? Is it because I'm a mudblood? Is it because Harry and Ron are my friends? Is it because I get good grades? Is it because I'm your maid?" Tears jumped into her eyes.

"Granger! Stop! Give me a chance to tell you what happened! Just listen to me! Please!"

Her watery eyes attempted to glare at him. It just made the tears drop

"What did you see? Huh? What was it? Did you see Harry snogging Cho like mad? Did you see Ron actually studying? What was it huh? What was it that made you go there?"

A slender hand came flying at him. Out of reflexes, he caught this one.

"Hermione. I saw Cho Chang on your boyfriend's lap as Pothead paid him a wager. They bet on you. They bet that Ron would successfully scare you away. They were planning against you. That's what I saw. That's what made me such an asshole. Are you happy? Satisfied?" he threw her hand back at her.

She gave him a mixed response. Her eyes were full of curiosity, anger, and regret. She felt a waterfall of her salty tears against her flushed cheeks. Her friends. She began showering Draco with small, childish punches. Her frail body was unable to hurt him at all. "I hate you! I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you!" Her hits slowed down and with one pathetic punch, she collapsed in tears into Draco's sturdy chest.

Looking down, Draco hesitated. He would usually not even let her hit him like that, but to cry on him was too much for him. He considered pushing her away, but one look on her distraught, burning head, he let her stay as he held her.

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The maid suit went back into the closet. She was never wearing that again. Hermione held the MP3 player and thought for a moment that she should give this back. But she kept it.

Knock knock.

She opened her door and Draco stood there in a plain white shirt and long baggy jeans. "Um, well, mom went to work early today, and I don't feel like cooking, and I'm sure you don't so if you aren't busy, I was thinking we get something to eat."

"I guess. Put less work on your house elves." She gave a faint smile, and threw on a light jacket over her Paul Frank shirt. She grabbed her purse from the small hook. "I'll drive."

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"So, where do you have in mind?"

Draco was speechless. He held on dearly to his seatbelt. She was driving at least 80 KM per hour. (A/N: I'm not sure if that's fast or slow... Please tell me!!)

"Hermione...Slow down. Please! I beg you! You'll crash my car!" Even worse he was sitting in the passenger seat on his Mustang.

"Don't worry. Hey, how about... That place!" She pointed to a small neighborhood café.

"How about not?" Draco took the wheel from her hand and stopped at the side. "We are switching. Come on, get out." Hermione protested. "Come on, please?" Draco pleaded. "I'll take you to this really nice place." She stayed glued onto the chair.

Draco sighed "You can drive back home." That put a smile on her face as they switched roles.

A few minutes later, they parked at a parking lot. Hermione's cherry lips parted as she gaped at the restaurant before her.

"We're eating here?"

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Hermione straightened out her shirt and jeans as she walked into the 5 star restaurant. Sparkling chandeliers hung from the high ceiling and the tables were draped with lacy cloth.

"Wow. This place looks...wow." Crookshanks had her tongue.

"How many?" the waitress asked with a frown as she scanned these 2 very casual kids. Jeans and a plain shirt what a way to enter this place.

"Uh, 2?"

"Follow me."

The 2 teenagers followed this blond waitress to a window side table for two. "Here are your menus, our special for today is shrimp fettuccini. Would you like any drinks?"

"Uh, well, I'll take lemonade." Hermione said. Draco looked up, "Yeah, me too."

When the waitress walked off, Hermione whispered furiously to him. "Draco! Dude, all this stuff costs a fortune! What? 20 pounds for a bowl of soup? You've GOT to be kidding."

Draco chuckled. "What kind of Slytherin do you think I am?"

Hermione couldn't help but sneer at him. "Do you want me to order the shrimp fettuccini then? It is only 35 pounds."

Draco's eyes grew big. He calculated. He got 20 pounds ever 2 weeks, and for one plate of some stupid pasta, he was going to spend almost a whole month's worth of allowance.

"Just kidding." And he ordered a soup and garlic bread.

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"That was the most smallest lunch I have ever had." Hermione groaned jokingly. Really, it was the most amazing soup and incredible bread.

"Yeah, that's true, but you've got to admit, this place is one of the best in London."

"Hm... Still. Hey. Show me a movie. I've been dying to see the 3rd Lord of the Rings." Hermione said, as she noted a movie theater across the street.

Draco hesitated. "Actually..." He was cut off by Hermione's unbearable puppy face, and the fact that she turned and ran to the other side of the street.

'Stupid Mudblood doesn't give me a chance to talk.' He said to himself.

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Draco felt that this was the biggest waste of money he had ever spent. First, he bought expensive food from an overpricing restaurant, and spent most of the movie with Hermione covering her face with disgust or finding comport in Draco's arm. Now, his arm was sore, his stomach hungry, and his wallet empty.

The only good thing was the Hermione was feeling 10 times better.

"You know Draco, you know what would make my day?"

"What?"

"Watching a sunset."

He stared at her. "You're mental."

She looked at the sky. "Maybe I am."

She walked thoughtlessly to a vista point. Draco ran to catch up. "Are-Are you okay?" She was acting so odd. She seemed like one of those poets who ended up in the mental ward.

"Yes. Draco, I'm cold." She began shivering, despite the fact that it was a windless day.

"Um..." Draco managed. She sat on a bench. He sat with her, afraid that she'll do something.

"I wish..." Hermione started. "I wish that someone would actually care about me. In this world. I have no friends, no family, and no life. I wish...I wish I had someone to cry on, someone who will hold me..." she closed her eyes. "I feel so tired."

'Is she sick?' he wondered. She was acting as if she was dying in an old drama. He got more terrified when she began to lean on his shoulder.

"Can you be my friend?" Hermione asked, barely audible.

"I guess I'll have to be." He said weakly. Maybe he should take her to the hospital, but he didn't dare move.

And the two of them sat on a bench, as the sun set behind the mountains.

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Awww... Sniff...So you're probably wondering whatever happened to Hermione to make her start acting like this.

You'll find out!!!

Toodles

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