Disclaimer- i'm getting really irritated with this...no I don't own it.

"Mr. Malfoy? Shouldn't you be on your way to tutoring lessons?" McGonagall called to him.

"Yes, Professor. I was taking....the long route." he finished pathetically.

'Yeah she totally believed that.' he sighed to himself.

"Well hurry up. It's almost five. Ms. Granger will be waiting." With that said, the professor disappeared.

"I will never get anyone from that bloody house." he muttered, running to the library.

Granger was already there. Damn it was she set to the clock somehow? He went to sit down opposite of her and saw she was nodding off in Hogwarts: A History.

"That must be very healthy for someone." he said, as he shook her awake. "It's five o'clock. Aren't you supposed to be mature and always be where you are?" he asked, smiling at the confused look on her face.

"But where is Neville?" she asked closing the book and looking around the almost empty room.

"Why do you need to know where he is? You're only supposed to be helping me, Granger. Or did you forget that too?" he asked following her gaze, it was staring out the window, staring as the snow came down.....again.

"When did it start snowing?" she asked, sounding more bewildered than before. She...he couldn't put his finger on it, but different' when she didn't know what was going on. Normal, maybe?

"About an hour ago....." he answered before taking a good look at her. "You look horrible."

"Thanks. I'll have to remember that to put in my feel good comments." Hermione said before wiping her eyes. "Where did we leave off yesterday?" she asked, reaching for her bag.

"No where. Today's Friday, yesterday was Thursday, we met on Wednesday." he explained slowly.

"Of course...you knew what I meant" she huffed, before pulling out some weird looking bojects from her bag.

'What the hell is that?' he asked himself before she started talking.

"This is called a camera." she said slowly.

"Well I can see that. I'm not stupid." he snapped at her. How dare her think she could talk down to him.

"Shut up and look at it closely." she said shoving it towards him.

He picked it up and examined the front of it.....it looked like a camera.

"Turn it around." she ordered.

"Shut up! I was getting to that." he said turning it over to prove his point.

There was a section that looked like it was cut out and black piece of glass had been put in it's place. There were buttons on the side of the glass and above.

"What is that for?" he asked before he could stop himself.

'Damn it, know she know's I'm interested.' he thought, wincing mentally.

"It's called a digital camera." she explained, taking the camera away from him. "See when you take a picture you can see what it looks like before you get them printed." she said, turning the camera on and taking a picture of him.

"Why did you do that??" She could have warned him. He wouldn't do something like that to her.

"To show you. Here see?" she said flipping a button on the top and turning the camera around for him to see.

The picture was of him, with his eyes closed and mouth open. 'Great. Just let my father see that.' he thought with a laugh.

"I don't like it. I wasn't ready for it....take another one." he said, straightening he tie and running a hand through his hair. He straightened his back and looked at her, waiting for her to take the picture.

"Do you always look like that?" she asked looking up from the camera after clicking more buttons.

"What do you mean Granger?" he asked looking down at himself.

"You're so stiff. Just be relaxed, taking a picture shouldn't be torture." she said putting the camera in front of her face again. "Smile." she instructed.

"Malfoy's don't smile for pictures, we don't even get them taken, we have paintings. So stop complaining about my posture and take the bloody picture." he said though his teeth. She could be so annoying. She should know that this was as relaxed as he was going to get...at least for a picture

"Fine." she took the picture and pressed more buttons. "There, better?" she asked showing him the screen again.

"Yes."

She rolled her eyes and got something else out of the bag. What it was he had no idea. It was small, silver, and had a piece of glass in the center of it.

"How are you getting these things to work anyway. Aren't they made of electricity?" Draco asked her as she opened the small object.

"I learned a spell. McGonagall said it was okay as long as it's of teaching purpose's only." she said putting the camera away and sliding the other...thing at him. "By the way Draco. Things aren't made of electricity, they run with electricity. Well..... different forms of electricity. See the camera runs on batteries, so does the phone." she said gesturing towards the thing in front of him.

"What's this?" he asked picking up the....prone, did she call it?

"A cell phone. Muggles use it to talk to each other when their not at their homes or, even though it's not recommended, in their cars. It's so they can maintain contact with whoever they wish." she explained.

Draco pressed the numbered buttons but nothing happened.

"It has to be turned on." she offered.

"I knew that." he spat at her.

He looked like a little kid with a new toy. Hermione thought as she looked across the table to Draco, who was currently examining her hair iron.

"What do you do with this again?" he asked looking up at her.

"I straighten my hair with it." she explained.

"Doesn't seem like you use it much." she said looking at her hair.

"I don't. I usually in to big a hurry to be bothered with such things." she said defensively, smoothing her hair down.

Why did he have to do that all the time. Be normal than boom, back to being regular Malfoy.

There getting longer....little by little. plz review