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She addressed the letter and put it on the bedside table giving a heavy sigh. She didn't tell Harry that it was Malfoy helping her mainly because he would have a heart attack but somehow Hermione couldn't tell that even to herself let alone anyone else. She pulled the covers over her and lay in bed waiting for sleep to come.

Draco woke the next morning early, the sun had risen only a few moments before his eyes opened. He got up and paced the floor thinking of everything. It was all so complicated. Everything was so complicated. Everything. Why would his father impregnate a muggle born girl, and Hermione of all people. He sighed and his stomach growled. He went to the door hoping to get some breakfast.

He hopped down the stairs taking them two by two, but when he reached the bottom step he smelled something most tantalizing. His nose drove him to the kitchen where Hermione stood in front of the stove flipping what looked like pancakes.

"Are you cooking?" he said in disbelief as if the thought was preposterous.

"Yes, Malfoy, pancakes. But don't get used to it you'll have to be doing most of the cooking soon." She smiled trying to forget the things that happened, trying to be happy and good natured. She flipped another pancake out of the iron skillet and onto a plate. Draco walked over to it and tried to touch it before he was smacked on the wrist with a spatula.

"What was that for?" He moaned rubbing his hand.

"Be patient and where are your manners, you can wait until they are all done." Hermione scolded and found she sounded just like her mother. This thought comforted her slightly, though she didn't know why. Draco stuck out his tongue and mocked her, he found it hilarious that he would act like this and chuckled to himself. Both of them were thinking the same thing without even realizing it, things would turn out, just like grass grew back in the spring, things would turn out.

"You know what, Malfoy?" She said while pouring more batter.

"What?" He said digging through the refrigerator and finding nothing at all.

"That we need food? Where did you get the batter anyway?"

"From the neighbors, that and we need a pet, a cat or a dog or something." she spoke lightly wrinkling her nose.

"A pet, animals hate me." he said sitting on the counter.

"Well maybe you give them good reason to, it would make me feel better." she flipped the last pancake out onto the plate and put the skillet in the sink.

"Can we eat now?" Draco pleaded along with his stomach.

"Alright, but conjure some syrup, I can't eat pancakes without syrup." Draco did as he was told and they dug in with forks they found in the drawer.

"You realize that living here means putting on a front for all the muggles, we'll have to be the newlyweds, you the loving husband and me the adoring wife, you'll have to get a job or something because I doubt I can stand you all day. And maybe we can get the internet and I can work from here. And I still think we need a pet, I'm leaning toward a dog." Hermione took another bite, but Draco was stunned, she was right on all counts, but he was definitely not looking forward to it.

"But I don't know the first thing about muggles, how the hell am I supposed to get a job, and furthermore what is the internet?" He forked a whole pancake and shoved it in his mouth. Hermione giggled it reminded her of Ron.

"Well I can teach you. And I can not believe that you don't know what the internet is." Draco shrugged his shoulders. "Well first you have to have a computer, you do know what a computer is don't you?"

"No why would I have any use for this information, other than the situation I am in right now?" He asked sarcastically.

"A computer is a big information processor, where you can solve problems and type things…