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Disclaimer: I am sorry to admit, my friends, that I own nothing. All the wonderful stuff you read belongs to someone else. Harry Potter and friends are J.K. Rowling's property and the town where Hermione and Draco are is based on the town I live in. I just like playing around with the characters!!

Hermione woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs which at first made her think she was home with her parents. Then, she started to remember the events that had occurred the night before and she sat bolt upright. She hurried out to the kitchen where Draco was standing at the stove with a spatula ready to flip the eggs.
"Good Morning, Granger. How do you like your eggs?" he said when he noticed her standing in the doorway. His hair was falling into his face and his gray eyes surveyed her with amusement. She imagined how horrible she must look with her hair all over the place in a tangled bushy mess and her makeup smudged because she had not washed it off.
"So, it's back to last names." She replied, ignoring his question as she sat down at the table and looked at the paper in front of her. The pictures weren't moving, it was a muggle paper. She looked up at Draco and said, "Malfoy, where did you get the eggs and bacon?"
"They were in the fridge, Hermione. Dumbledore must be supplying us with food and stuff, which is a good thing considering I'm not welcome to my money at home anymore. Now, how do you like your eggs?"
"I'll make my own eggs. I'm very picky and I hate the runny yolk. Hey, since when could you cook? I thought you being a Malfoy, you would have lived off of other people waiting on you hand and foot. You wouldn't have to worry about cooking."
Draco stepped over to the table and put a plate of eggs, made precisely how she liked them, in front of her. The yolks had been broken and cooked with the rest of the egg. Then, he looked into her eyes and said, "You'll be surprised what I find useful to know, Hermione. You learn something new everyday. I used to hide in the kitchen and talk to the cook whenever father was in one of his moods. In return for my company, the cook taught me to make all kinds of foods. I'm not such a bad guy after all, huh?"
The question shocked Hermione. Her head shot up from it's steady gaze on the eggs and she looked at him with curiosity. This is Malfoy? This is the boy who tormented me everyday of school at Hogwarts? This had to be a dream or something. After finishing her eggs, she took a shower to think some more and prepare for her day of exploring this town.
Draco took his after she got out and insisted she wait for him before leaving. So she sat on her bed, reading a book and wondering how she would find her friends again. Finally, after two hours of preparing, Draco was ready to be seen in public. They locked up the apartment and walked out onto the street.
The street was big and had buildings branching off of either side. It looked like one of the main streets in town. On one side were a pizza house, a doughnut shop, and a bank. On the other side were another bank, the daily news office, and a laundry matt. Outside, several high school boys were skate boarding at an old abandoned building with several rails and steps in front. All in all, it didn't look too inviting. Beside her, Draco muttered "this should be fun." out of the corner of his mouth.
Hermione sighed and said, "C'mon, lets go this way." She started walking down the street in the other direction away from the skaters.
"Up that big hill over there? No way, you're out of your mind, Hermione."
"If you're going to wine, I suggest you stay here and let me investigate. Honestly, some times you're so lazy Draco." She replied over her shoulder and continued walking towards the hill.
"I'm not staying here either. I'm going to go this way and see shat I find. Then we can compare results and Know about everything in walking distance." His attempt to sound smarter than her only made Hermione laugh. She waved to him and he turned to go the other way.

Up the hill and around the corner of a lonely street with several houses on either side, Hermione found a tennis court. Two guys were playing against each other and there were two girls sitting on a bench nearby. One girl was watching the curly, black-haired boy with adoration, the other simply sat there reading a book. Occasionally, the boy looked up, but the girl continued reading, ignoring everything and everyone. Then, she looked up at Hermione and smiled.
Hermione walked over to her nervously and sat down. The girl had curly brown hair like hers, but her eyes were a hazel brown-green. She had a peaceful look about her, like everything in the world amused her. She put her book aside and said, "Hi, my name's Alexandra, or Alex as I prefer. What's yours?"
"I'm Hermione." She replied, embarrassed by her English accent, which was bound to be noticed. Sure enough, the girls eyes widened and she seemed delighted.
"You're English? Oh, you're so lucky. My great grandfather was English. I wish I was but I've lived here my whole entire life. I've never even been to England. Is it nice?"
Hermione nodded; relieved by the pleasant reaction she received from this girl. "Yes, I just moved here. It's temporary, I think. Still, I miss my friends dearly. They had to move to a different area and I don't know where..."
"Maybe I can help you. If you don't mind a walk, we can go to my house and I can look them up for you." Alex seemed excited as she offered her help. This was one friend Hermione was glad to have found.
"What about your other friend?" Hermione looked over at the blue-eyed girl watching the tennis player, who had taken a break and was now standing at the fence watching the three girls with interest.
"Oh, you guys go ahead, I'm fine right here on my own. Besides, if Alex leaves, he won't be distracted as much. I'm telling you Alex, he really likes you." The girl never took her eyes of the boy. She was obviously obsessed. Hermione laughed at the thought of being obsessed with someone. She had never been that bad.
Alex stood up and said bye to her friend. Then, she walked right in front of the boy still on his break and didn't even spare him a glance. The boy simply went back to his game with his fan watching him from her place on the bench.
They walked to her house which was on the other side of a lake, up a hill in the graveyard, and around a corner. As soon as they got there, Alex grabbed the phone and dialed three numbers. She explained by saying, "This is the only thing I can think to do. What's your friends' name?"
"Ginny. Her name is Ginny Weasley."
"Is that her full name?"
"No, her first name is Ginevera. Her last name is Weasley though."
Alex smiled and nodded, then spoke into the receiver. "Hello, can you please get me the list of Ginevera Weasley's living in the country please. Yes I'd like numbers too. Ok, thank you very much."
She looked at Hermione, who was now staring at her in shock, her mouth slightly open. She giggled and said to her, "It's good to have connections. Daddy works at some big company for the government and they know everyone living in the States. They put me on hold while they look the name up, but it shouldn't take too much longer."
Minutes later, Hermione had the information she needed. There was only one Ginevera Weasley living in the United States. She and her friend had just checked in to an apartment building in an area unknown. Hermione did have the number though. After thanking Alex, she returned home to call Ginny.
It was getting late. As the sun set it cast shadows of beings unknown against the walls and streets. The skaters were gone and the walk was unnaturally quiet. There were no birds or people making noise, only a lone bat flew in the sky. With a shiver, she ran into her apartment. Draco was not back yet.
Hermione grabbed the phone and called the number written on the back of her hand. She would transfer it to paper later. Now, she really didn't care. Her heart leaped when the phone stopped ringing and a familiar voice sounded on the other end. "Hello?"
"Ginny! Ginny, it's me, this is Hermione! How are you?"
"Oh my- Hermione, is it really you? Oh Hermione it's so good to hear your voice! Luna and I are just fine, or as fine as to be expected after what happened. Oh, Hermione, I can't believe we are all separated and in the states. This is awful. I miss Ron and Harry, too. Do you think they're Ok?"
"I think they're fine, Ginny. They take care of themselves pretty well. Listen, I'm going back to England."
"What? B-but Dumbledore said-"
"I don't care what Dumbledore said! There's a war going on and we're just sitting ducks waiting for him to take over the world or something. I've got to do something."
"How will you get there? We don't have any money, do you?"
"Well, no. But I'm going to England no matter what. I've got to help- "
She was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and Draco stumbling in. He looked worse for wear. "Oh, my...uh Ginny, I'm going to have to call you back."
She ran to Draco's side as he tripped and fell to the ground, slamming the door with a bang. He sat on the ground gazing up at her with cloudy eyes and a smile danced on his perfect lips. His voice was so quiet, she could barely hear him as he whispered, "hey."
"Draco are you alright? What happened?" she asked with concern flickering across her face. Draco burst out laughing in her face. A horrible smell came from his mouth.
"Ha, you fell for it! I'm fine, in fact, I've never been better. You are so gullible, just like that time you know, when...uh, you remember, don't you?"
"You're drunk! How dare you... I should... what's wrong with you? How did you get alcohol, you... you...argh!" she screamed in frustration and disgust, pounding the floor lightly with her fists. She observed Draco with narrowed eyes after calming down enough to see in normal colors rather than red.
"I got the stuff off of some guy when he wasn't looking. Hermione, he didn't know what hit him. You should have been there, it was funny." He giggled softly.
"You're not going to know what hit you in a moment. I'm so mad at you write now, it's not even funny!" She could feel her cheeks burning angrily. How could he be so foolish? The idiot got drunk, and then walked home through a strange neighborhood... and with the dark lord and his father after him! His voice disturbed her thoughts.
"You have beautiful eyes."
She blinked as a sudden wave of pity hit her. She could finish yelling at him tomorrow, before the after affects wore off. She grabbed his arm and helped him up. Then, she half dragged him to bathroom, where she propped him up next to the toilet.
"Now, you are going to stay here tonight, got it? Right next to the toilet where you can, well you know. Just stay here and don't move at all. I'll finish dealing with you tomorrow..."
Draco didn't seem to be listening. Already, he seemed to look half sober. He was gazing at Hermione with wide eyes. Then, in a sleepy, dreamy voice, he said, "You are so pretty when you're mad, you know that, right?"
Hermione gaped at him for the second time that night. Why did he keep saying these things? Even drunk people didn't tell lots of lies. If anything, their tongues loosened to tell the truth. She decided to drop it and closed the door with a sigh. She actually missed the old Malfoy at times like this.
"Good night, Hermione. I'll be thinking of you!" he called through the closed door. With another angry cry, she stalked off to continue reading her book. She only had a few more pages to go. A knock at the door however, sent her on her feet running to answer it.
A cranky looking old lady, stood outside, clutching a very scruffy looking cat. She glared at Hermione then bellowed, "Keep it down, will you?! Some of us like to sleep. Besides, you startled poor Norma..."
Hermione glanced at the cat. Norma? Then she shook herself and looked up at the woman again. "I'm very, very sorry, madam. Really, it won't happen again, I promise. I'm just having some trouble with my room mate, he's not feeling well. Please forgive me."
Suddenly, the old lady smiled revealing several gaps where teeth should have been. "I knew that Draco would be just like his mother."
It was another surprise for poor, Hermione, whose head was now starting to spin. "You know Draco and his mother? What's going on here?"
With a dry cackle, the old woman handed Hermione a package. "Here are your assignments for the coming week. Both yours and his are in there. Hand them back to me neatly when you finish. I'll give them to my son, Argus and he'll give them to your teachers in exchange for the next ones and so on. And make sure you keep it down!"
That was Filch's mom?! Hermione shut the door, saying to herself, "This just keeps getting weirder and weirder."

A/N well, how'd you like it? I promise to work on the next chapter. Until then, review!