The next morning, Hermione woke up with a splitting headache. She doesn't know who took care of her last night. Just then,
"Do you feel alright now?" asked a man's voice.
Hermione was shocked to see Draco beside her bed, sitting.
"What the hell are you doing here?!?" she asked.
Then, she noticed that her clothes were changed. She looked at Draco.
"Snap out of it, Mudblood. I have no interest in you. You're not my type…" Draco smirked.
"Oh, you think you're so handsome? I wonder what Analisse saw in you. You're a boastful, arrogant, outrageous white ferret!" she shouted.
"Well, this boastful, arrogant, outrageous white ferret took care of you last night. If I hadn't been around, you could've died." He said coolly.
"Oh yeah?! Who told you to take care of me?" she asked sarcastically.
"Analisse would kill me if something bad happens to you."
"Thank You so much for your concern… I'm going back to take a rest…" she said and turned her back from Draco.
"You'd better sleep so that you'll recover and help me clean my house, mudbl---" he wondered why he can't say the last word.
"What happened? Can't tell infront of me that I'm a filthy mudblood? I already know, you don't have to shout it to the whole world," she said and closed her eyes.
Draco could hear her whimpering and finally, he couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm sorry. I know I'm rude and mean…Sleep tight…" that's all he said and went out of Hermione's room.
'What's wrong with me? I'm not like this before… I insult her every chance I get but I can't explain why I can't call her a mudblood anymore. Why?!' Draco thought to himself as he went on to the living room to take a rest. 'NO!! YOU SHOULDN'T FALL FOR HER!!YOUR FATHER WILL DISOWN YOU!! YOU'LL BRING DISGRACE TO YOUR FAMILY!' said a voice in hid head. He just shook his head and went to the sofa where he lie down, he was about to close his eyes when the phone rang…
"Hello?" he asked.
"Oh! Hi Sweetie! I missed you so much!" he recognized that voice. It was Analisse speaking on the other line.
"Really? Where are you?" ha asked.
"Oh… Me?! I'm here with Pierre Andreè, you know, the French model. We're here at the beach, making a photo shoot. Where's Hermione?" she asked.
"Hermione? She's taking a rest, she had a high fever last night." He answered.
"Oh? Is that so? Okay, I'm so bored here, if only I can get out of here, but you know… there are press people here, they wanted to interview me, so… I decided to stay. And oh… We'll be staying here for a month, I'm making the cover of Paris' Today Magazine… So, hope you'll understand." She said without breathing any word.
"What?! A month?! Okay" he answered.
"You're weird…"
"Why?"
"Usually, you're angry when I'm away from you, but now, it seems like you're enjoying it. Do you want me to leave?" she asked.
"Are we going to fight all over again? Look, I'm sorry. You just told me to take care of your cousin…" he explained.
"Ahh…I got your point. I'm sorry… Well, sweetie, I gotta go now, Andreè's calling me… Bye!" she answered.
"Okay…"
"Bye!"
Then, he placed the telephone back. He sighed, 'oh boy! I don't know what's happened to me…' he thought. Then, Hermione came into the living room…
"Hey! I feel all right now. Can you do me a favor?" she asked.
"What is it?" he smirked, although Hermione finds it very cute of him.
"I wanna go shopping… Can you come with me? I'm not sure where to go… Please?!" she asked.
"Okay, go change your clothes, I'll wait for you here…"