Hermione's trunk had just arrived and she was getting ready to unpack it. Malfoy's had arrived just 15 minutes before hers did and he was busy in his own room putting his stuff away. So far so good she thought. If she could only maintain this kind of peace throughout the month she would be forever grateful. As if she spoke too soon Malfoy came stomping into her room demanding to know what the television set did. Hermione realized she was going to have to walk Malfoy throughout the whole penthouse and explain what all the utilities, appliances and electronics were for and how to use them.
"You're going to have to wait until I finish all my packing also. Then I can show you around the place. Why the hell would you need me to show you what everything is anyway? Haven't you been paying attention during class? The professor went over all of this!" Hermione snapped at him.
"Granger I told you before. If you don't want to regret it then don't mess with me! Now will you help me now or not, I don't like to be kept waiting!" Malfoy snapped back. Hermione froze. She couldn't take it anymore. After all these years of putting up with Malfoy's shit she has had enough. Swiftly she whipped around and slapped him straight across his pale face. Malfoy, of coarse, was caught by surprise. He wasn't about to let a dirty little mudblood abuse him. He started to search for his wand, but stopped when he remembered that the professor had confiscated all of them. His fuming grey eyes pierced through her as he watched her stand there trying to regain her composure.
"Draco Malfoy! Don't you dare ever speak to me in that way again. I will not put up with your spoiled behaviour for a whole month. You may do it to your God forsaken parents, but I unlike them will not put up with your shit! Just remember…" she said threateningly, "you're in my world now!" With that she shoved a speechless Malfoy out of her room and collapsed on the floor exhausted.
Hermione finally finished unpacking and putting everything in its place around the room. She had left out all her school uniforms because they were going to be collected in a few minutes. For this next month they were going to live like muggles, act like muggles, eat like muggles, and even dress as muggles. Hermione couldn't believe she was acting the way she was. She was acting like…well all the other wizard students. She was a muggle herself for crying out loud! Hermione walked out of her room and headed towards Malfoy's. With a deep breath she knocked on his door.
"What?" came the familiar sour tone from the other side of the door.
"Listen Malfoy, if I were you I'd be a lot nicer. I am after all going to go out of my way to help you," she said loudly so he could hear. All of a sudden the door flew open and there stood Malfoy in a pair of black loose-fitted jeans and a grey cashmere sweater to match his eyes.
"Wow! Don't we clean up nicely." mocked Hermione. Noticing the way the sweater clung to his chest quite nicely. His form was beginning to show since it wasn't hidden by the big Hogwarts uniforms. Strangely she wasn't repulsed. Hermione quickly snapped out of that state of mind. The thought of Malfoy looking even a bit attractive was disturbing.
"Mum thought I needed new clothes to fit in with these Ca-na-di-ans. She'll do anything just so I can improve my mark in this coarse." Malfoy retorted bitterly. Hermione found this strange because overall Malfoy was quite a good student. Then again, she thought, it's not surprising he wasn't doing as well in this coarse seeing how she's about to show him around and explain everything to him.
"Why Draco, couldn't your daddy just bribe the professor? He's quite good at that." Hermione teased taking advantage of the fact Malfoy was in desperate need of her help. He was about to respond to her comment when Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. He took the hint and said nothing and sat on his bed waiting for her to begin the lesson.