A/N: Ok, this chapters a bit longer, its like midnight, so I'm pretty beat. Told you I'd have another chapter out by Friday! Mwhahahahahaha! Doom.

Have you ever had those days where nothing went right, and it was obvious that the world was plotting your demise? With Draco living with her, everyday was one of those days. Not only was she stuck with a complete halfwit for the summer…she was now going to starve to death as well. After the first oven catching on fire and almost burning the house down incident, Hermione had forbidden Draco to even enter the kitchen, which meant that she was going to be doing all the cooking for the summer. Never having to actually cook anything, thanks to her wonderfull mum, she tied an apron to the front of her still wet pajamas, and washed her hands before looking through her mothers cupboards for a helpful Cook book….and not finding it. The only thing in her mothers cupboreds that had instructions was the rat poison, and nomatter how tempting, she was not going to get kicked out of school for poisoning, her unwanted ward and classmate. She looked around the old fashioned kitchen and groaned as she saw the scorch marks marring the clean brown cupboards above the now black toaster. Her eyes landed on the frige as she heard the TV turn on in the other room, then a yell as Draco hit a wrong button causing static to fill the house. The sound abruptly stopped as the Tv was turned off, then there was silence from the other room. Hermione ignored the lack of noise from the other room, and proceeded to rummage through the frige for something edible. Finding a carton of eggs, A half gallon of milk, some cheese, and numerous vegetables and condaments, Hermione settled on an Omlette for breakfast, after all, how hard could it be, you put the eggs in the pan, with cheese and other what nots, and served it up on a plate, Simple.

An hour later, Hermione's curses could be heard from the next street over. The first time smoke began to billow out of the kitchen, Draco had come in to investigate, and before he could even begin to insult her, a flying spatula was coming at him like a bludger from hell. He ducked it, only for it to be fallowed by numerous other cooking utensills. He ran from the room deciding he could insult her later when she didn't have quite so many weapons at hand.

Hermione finally ended up making some toast without burning it this time, and finding some Captain Crunch cereal under the sink poured two bowls and set some milk, glasses, two spoons, and some napkins at the table. She yelled for Draco that breakfast was readdy, except not so nicely, it was more along the lines of 'get yer sorry ass in here!'. Draco swaggered into the room, seeing the remains of the supposed omlet, he sat down at the table without a word, preffering not to share the omlets fate. He ate his cereal in silence, thinking on the breakfasts he would share with his mother during the summer before she would go shopping or some other thing. He remembered her polite inquireries on how he had slept, or if he believed that he would be able to beat Griffindor at Quidditch. 'she was always curious about my life, making sure I was happy nomatter what.' He bit his lip as a wave of sadness washed through him. 'now she will never get to see another Quidditch match, or see my first child, or even see me graduate Hogwarts. She will never again inquire after my sleeping habits in the morning, or even give me one of her sweet smiles that said I was the only thing she truly cherished, she will never again expierience any of those things.' Draco felt tears come to his eyes as he thought of how he took advantage of her love, how he had manipulated her kindness to his own benefits, and with that realization came another, I'm exactly like my father. Draco shoved away from the table, leaving his now empty bowl at the table, and stomped up the stairs, heading into the room he shared with Hermione to grab a pair of clothes, and her stereo before heading into the shower to take a shower. Leaving a blinking and baffled Hermione to clean up.