A/N: Good Arvo! That means good afternoon. Well, whether it's the morning, middle of the day, or the middle of the night, it's never a wrong time to thank someone, so, I would like to thank the following people for reviewing my story so far: Evel Star, SlytherinRoyalty, SugarInMyTea, and Karana Belle. Thanks, my 4 lucky reviewers! Now, you 4 each get a cookie! Now, chapter 2!

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Malfoy, The Weather Reporter

Chapter 2,

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Hermione led Draco to an almost black, metal room. The room had a lot of equipment that he had never seen before, and was separated down the middle by a sheet of glass and a metal door. When Draco walked in, there were two men sitting in two swivel chairs on one side of the glass, playing with some of the equipment.

"Mr. Oxford, Mr. Matre, I would like you to meet Mr. Draco Malfoy," Hermione said, introducing the two men to Draco. "Malfoy, I would like you to meet Mr. Oxford," Hermione said, indicating to a slightly balding man on the left, "and Mr. Matre," she now indicated toward the man on the left. He was a very thin man and had a very thin mustache that curled on the end, as well as dark hair on his head that looked to be a wig.

"Malfoy," Hermione continued, turning to him. "Mr. Oxford and Mr. Matre are the men you shall be working with every day. They control the Control Panel in front of them. As they work the panel, you shall be on the other side of the glass, reading the 'weather' for the day. Sure, the weather may only take 20 minutes to read off, but..."

"20 MINUTES!?" Draco yelled. "ARE YOU BLOODY MAD? IT DOESN'T TAKE 20 FUCKING MINUTES TO TELL SOMEONE THAT IT'S GOING TO BLOODY RAIN?!"

"Ummm, Malfoy, that's not ALL you're doing. Alright, we'd better get you into wardrobe and make-up, while Mr. Matre comes up with your script."

"Make-up and wardrobe? I don't bloody think so, Granger. Besides, what the hell do I need make-up and a certain wardrobe for? It's the RADIO!"

"YES!" Hermione answered. "And because it's the RADIO, you need to get into make-up and wardrobe."

"But, they won't be able to..."

"Malfoy, have you ever listened to Wizard Radio?" Hermione asked impatiently, placing one hand on her hip.

"Well, no, but...it can't be much different from muggle radios, right?"

Hermione shook her head, turned around, and began walking. "Follow me, Draco," she said, sighing.

Draco's shoulders fell, and he unwillingly followed behind Hermione. "I still don't get it," he said as he followed her.

"Well, if you DID listen to the Wizard Radio, you would know that there is a button that allows you to see anyone and everyone talking on the station it is on, but only at the time they are on, so, if people want to see you be a weather man, we don't want you looking like an idiot, do we?"

"I...suppose...not," Draco mumbled uncertainly. Suddenly, he ran into something hard. When he backed up to see who it was, he scowled.

"Granger," Draco growled. "There was someone walking in back of you. Why did you stop?"

Hermione turned her head around. "We're here," she said, turning around and walking through a door in front of her.

Draco rolled his eyes and followed her inside.

"Sit," Hermione said, registered to a swivel chair, one that you would most likely find in a beauty parlour.

Draco sat down and no sooner was he surrounded by women, fixing his hair, putting gunk on his face, exc. In about 10 minutes, they were finished, and Draco turned around to look at himself in the mirror. He didn't look bad, but he didn't really look good either. Then someone tapped on his shoulder.

"Your robes," Hermione said, handing him a set of robes that hung on a hanger. "You can change over there," she said, pointing to a small door on one of the walls. "There is a small mirror inside 'cause I know that you are so obsessed with your face. Just don't take too long looking at yourself. We're on a time schedule here."

And with that, Draco walked into the room to put on his clothes. He didn't really have any trouble the wardrobe, that is, until he came to the tie. This tie wasn't like the ties at Hogwarts. It was, well, poofier, and he, for sure, wasn't going to wear it.

He walked out of the dressing room and over to Hermione.

"Granger," he said, looking down at his wardrobe, "I do not plan on wearing these purple robes. Purple doesn't suit me very much. Now, black..."

"Malfoy, stop complaining. You're wearing the robes and that's that. Besides," she said, smirking, although her smirk just didn't add up to Draco's, "it's not purple. It's 'plum'." She smiled, then took a look at him and frowned. "Where is you're tie?"

"You call this a tie?" Draco asked, holding up the 'rag'.

"Ughhh, yes, Malfoy," she said, yanking the tie from him. "It was very popular in England during the early 1800's."

"Wake up, Granger! This isn't the 1800's!"

"Oh, simmer down. I'll help you with it," Hermione said, giving in to herself. She pulled Draco towards her and started to work on his tie.

When Hermione pulled him towards her; that was when he finally realized how tall he was, at least, compared to Granger. Her head stopped where his chin started, and he could smell her hair. 'Wait', he thought to himself. 'Her hair doesn't smell too bad. Kind of like...strawberries.'

"Mmmm," Draco sighed, lost in thought.

"What was that, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, looking up.

Draco snapped out of his thoughts. "I didn't say anything!" Draco snapped at her.

Hermione shrugged. "Suit yourself," Hermione said, backing away from Draco. She examined him. "Perfect," she stated.

Draco looked down at himself. "I look like...look like...Lockhart!" Draco said, stunned. "Ewww." With the 'plum' colored robes and the way his hair and make-up were done, he did look kind of like Lockhart.

"Oh, grow up, Malfoy," Hermione said. "Come on, we have 5 minutes to get back to the studio, and I want to make sure that you know everything that you've got to do."

Draco huffed a piece of hair away from his face, and followed after her.

They continued to walk through the halls, past tons of other people hurrying to get to other places, 'obviously' not paying attention to others, and then Draco went sprawling across the floor.

"Ooofff," Draco said as he went sprawling to the ground.

Hermione turned around and looked down. She shook her head and smiled, lending her hand to Draco.

"Come on, get up," Hermione said gently.

Draco took her hand and hoisted himself up. Her hand felt smooth, and gentle. Unlike most women he had met before.

Hermione looked down at his hand in hers. His hand was firm. Yes, yes, he did have nice hands. And for some reason, she didn't want to let go. That scared her.

Draco quickly yanked his hand away, starring down at hers. Hermione took her hand away as well.

"C-Come on, w-w-we'd better get going," Hermione said.

"Uh, yeah," Draco said, and Hermione led the way back to the studio.

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A/N: So, how did you like that? I know it wasn't as long as the last chapter, but I updated faster then I did on my other stories, and, personally, I'm proud of myself! YAY ME! Cough, cough AAANNNYYYYWAAAYY, please review and tell me what you thought.