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I don't know if anyone even reads this anymore but incase ya do here ya go!
Saturday found Hermione and Draco sitting in Hermione's childhood room, surrounded half full boxes and books.
"How many books do you possibly need, Granger?" Draco asked, reading the back cover of a book, something about chicken soup.
"Could you stop looking at every single thing and just help me pack?" she asked, snatching the book out of his hands and pushing a box in front of him. "Could you go to the dresser and clear out the third drawer for me?" she asked, nodding towards the wood finished dresser that sat against the opposite wall.
"Sure." he sighed, glancing at the book in her hands before picking up the box and walking over to the afore mentioned dresser. "What is this?" he asked, turning towards her and holding up a red lace bra on his index finger.
"Oh Gods!" she moaned, collecting herself off of the floor and walking towards him. "My mum must have changed the order of my.....I said the third drawer!" she said, snatching the undergarment from his finger and shoving it back into the top drawer. "Honestly, Malfoy! I can't even trust you to do a bloody simple task." she muttered darkly under her breath.
"Sorry." he offered, smirking at the colour she turned, almost as red as the bra.
"Just empty out the clothes in the third drawer please!" she ordered, deciding being nice to him was time consuming.
"Yes ma'am." he muttered sarcastically, who was she to tell him what to do? He wondered to himself as he opened the third drawer and started emptying jeans into the box. "Good God's woman! How many bloody pairs of pants do you need?" he asked, turning around to show her the twelve pairs that he held in the palm of his hand, thanks to a shrinking charm on her part.
"Will you stop complaining and just pack them?" she sighed, looking up from her task of marking a box with 'books'.
"Why don't you just buy the store already?" he asked as more jeans seemed to surface in the drawer.
"Why don't you just get over it already! I'm a girl, girl's always have more than what's needed....it's the way of life." she said as an explanation
"Where is it written that a girl has to have five million pairs of pants?" he asked taking out yet another pair of pant's. "show me where it's written down that you have to have this many pairs?"
he asked looking at the now full box at his feet with disgust. "It's unhealthy, collect bottle caps or something." he said kicking the box.
"I tried doing that but Crookshanks ate them, and besides, it's only three million pairs." she said rolling her eyes at his....boyishness.
"Well.....yeah!" was his comeback, he was losing his touch it seemed.
"Ouch, that cut to the heart." she said flinging and hand over her heart, the other going on her forehead. She sighed and leaned back into her bed. "What am I going to do now with my tattered heart?" she asked, dropping her hands and giving him a smirk she deemed worthy of any Malfoy face.
"Ha ha....you're not funny." he said, it seemed he was in a bit of a mood now, aw poor thing. She thought to herself.
"I think I am." she said back, standing up to look around her room. "Alright I think we're pretty much done here."
She heard his sigh of relief and smiled.
"It wasn't that bad." she said turning to face him, and finding him watching her. "What?" she asked, wiping at her face with her hand.
"Nothing. I just don't see how you're taking this so well." he said, walking a tad closer to her and smiling at something.
"I'm a very well adjusted girl." she said, more or less trying to convince herself more than him.
"I never said you weren't. You just seem... I don't know, different. I don't know what I'd do if my mother owled and told me that I had to pack my stuff and move." he said honestly.
"Well, I guess I just can't think of it like that. It's not like I can change it." she said rolling her eyes.
She didn't want to talk about this at all. Her parent's were at work or some seminar right now,
that's the only reason she was here so early. She couldn't trust herself around them, she would probably just throw herself to the floor and hold her breath until they agreed it was silly for them to move, granted she hadn't done that since she was four years old and wanted a my princess pony. It probably wouldn't get the desired effect now though.
"What are you going to do with it all?" he asked looking at the still half empty boxes.
"I'll just shrink them down and put them in my room." she justified.
"Using that wand out of school a lot aren't you?" he asked, cocking and eyebrow.
"All for good cause so it doesn't matter." she answered as she started on the task of shrinking.
After all was said and done she got everything to fit in her ruck. Slinging it over her shoulder she marched down the stairs, hearing Draco follow, and to the fire place.
"Hermione! I didn't know you were home!" a voice came from the kitchen door.
Hermione grimaced and turn around to the voice.
"Hi mum." she said, sighing, and sliding her ruck off her shoulder to have it land on the floor next to her.
Draco looked from Hermione to her mother. They didn't look anything alike, Hermione was a bit shorter than the older woman, and where Hermione's hair was bushy, her mothers was in a rather nice looking up do.
"Hello dear, how are you?" the rather loud woman asked, coming up to the teenager and giving her a hug.
"I'm fine mum. Just came to pack." Hermione said weakly, pointing to the bag on the floor when she was let go.
"Packing for what dear?" her mother asked, her brow creasing.
"well, you guys are going to be moving to the states, dad told me to pack, so I just came today to do it." She said shrugging, turning her face slightly towards him, her eyes looked rather watery all of a sudden.
"dear what are you talking about? We're not moving, we have no plans to go to the states." Her mother said picking up Hermione's bag from the floor and opening it up. "Is there anything left up there?" the woman asked after looking in the bag.
"not really. Dad said that you were hiring a flat for me after I got out of school." Draco had to lean forward to hear the last bit.
"Hermione Jane Granger, you know your father and I would never leave while your at school."
The muggle woman said, tsking at the girl in front of her.
Draco sighed and went to sit on the couch. He looked at the pair, but had eyes for the bushy haired girl the whole time. What was going on? Her father didn't send her a note? While Draco turned the thoughts over in his head became aware of something rubbing against his leg. He looked down to see a kitten, all black, with a light blue collar around its neck.
"hello." He whispered to the kitten that seemed content to lie down on his shoe. "What's your name?" he asked, reaching to pick it up, smiling when the kitten went willingly into the palm of his hand. "Taber is it?" he answered his question, looking at the tag around the neck.
He wasn't aware that the two women had stopped talking.
"Hermione, what are you talking about? When did your father tell you this?" Her mother whispered to her, pulling her by the arm into the kitchen.
"He sent me an owl." Hermione said, confused by her mothers actions. "Mum, I have some one in there." She said, tugging her arm from her mothers grasp.
"Honey, your father never sent you an owl. I'd be surprised if he knew how to." Her mother explained to her, saying the last part mostly to herself.
"Mum, what are you talking about?" Hermione asked, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
"Well, we've gotten a letter; from you saying you were moving. I didn't understand it but now it seems to make sense." Her mother said, glancing at the doorway, making sure Draco hadn't walked in, or up to the door.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione said again, not following her mother.
"Hermione! We got a letter from you saying that you were leaving after you graduated, that you'd found a place already." Her mother explained sighing.
"Who would do that?" Hermione asked, laying her head on her folded arms.
"We'll talk about this later, I'm sure you have to get back to school." Her mother said, smoothing down her own hair before doing the same to her daughter.
"Thanks mum. I'll be back when I can be." She said standing up and looking at her mother.
"I love you dear. Owl me when you get there." Her mother said, walking her to the fireplace.
"Love you too." She answered, kissing her mother on her cheek and getting a pinch of floo powder. "Draco?" she asked turning to see him stand up and put the kitten down on the couch.
"Right I'm ready." He said walking over to her, picking her bag off of the floor and walking towards the fireplace, to her.
"Bye, dear." Her mother called to Draco.
"Um…bye." He called back before returning to Hogwarts via floo.
"Bye mum. Love you." Hermione said before following Draco.
"Bye love." Her mother said to the empty fireplace.
Her mother turned and looked around the room for something to do.
"Now where did Taber go?" she asked to herself.