Well, I'm a bit frustrated at the fact that I have misplaced the original document of chapter three, I had a few pages typed out, and I can't seem to find it! I'm normally quite organized with my computer files, its just the fact that I have to switch the screen names on my computer because my idiot computer does have spell check on my file name sooo I have to go to my mothers and re draft and such...so I'm just rewriting the whole thing because I'm too lazy to search for the one I already typed. I was unsatisfied with it anyway. I'll do thanks to the reviewers at the end of the chapter, I don't like it at the beginning, it's too much of a distraction. Thank you for reading!!!

oh...look! I found the chapter...good not that I'm gonna use any of it. Oh well.

Disclaimer (look! I'm doing another! all gasps ): If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be posting this on , honestly! I'd be writing it into HP and the HBP (I just had to write out "and the" because it amused me.) making a profit, mind you, and Hermione/Ron would not be happening, if I owned HP, for HG/RW reminds me too much of myself and my x boyfriend…and she and Draco is just so much better XD I must get on with the story now. Oh. And I don't claim to own the Swiffer thing, well, I do own one, but that isn't the point.

Chapter Three: Absolute Insanity

The world was immensely bleak, the barren field was dead beneath layers of thick, icy snow that choked the life out of any substance that needed light and warmth from the nonexistant sun, that got trapped underneath the thick blanket of gray snow. There was a thick and suffocating fog, it was unbearably dense and when Hermione passed through it she could feel the beads of moisture cling to her bare arms, chilling her to the point where her teeth chattered together, clicking softly in the dull, silent, starless night.

The proximity could be described as a winter wonderland, or a place of wretched desolation. Either way it was solitary and held the atmosphere of a soothing void, there was no exact feeling, it was just cold, it was just soft, it was just empty. No emotions lingered besides the feeling of intense chill; no fear remained on her mind as she fell into the soft frosty bed that would provide her no warmth. She lay there for a time, facing the deep starless sky that oblivion had captured and set only one jewel upon the velvet blue black fabric of night, a silvery orb of pensive reflection, staring down at her ever intently.

The soft fog passed over her, settling upon her and forming a thick mantle of chilling caress that kissed her soft skin that was exposed to the night. She blended quite well with the intense white of the field of ivory as she lay in her soft satin nightgown of white with her pale complextion that's only contrast was her radient chocolate eyes, her deep mahogany curls, and her blushing cheeks that were stained from the chill of the frosty eve. A smile of bliss played with her lips as she gazed upon the silver moon, so soft, so deep. Now there were two, two moons of pure silver gray. And she felt warmth now... she found herself quite cozy snuggled deep into what seemed to be a large warm blanket. The soft, cool caresses and kisses the fog gave her were now warm and delicate; and those moons…those beautiful silver orbs of gray still remained ever staring at her, and she smiled ever more for the absolute content she felt surpass her being. She reached up to touch the soft velvet sky, but it was now a personage, everything belonged to him. She realized this as she brushed what she thought to be the twilight, but fond it to be his soft face and He, being Draco Malfoy, smiled at her…and she froze.

Hypothermia.

Hypothermia was the only answer. She was hallucinating, honestly, two moons? Warm snow blankets, soft kisses, Draco Malfoy?! And not just that, Draco Malfoy smiling at her! Her, Hermione Granger, smarty-pants know-it-all! Scum under the scum on his fancy Italian leather shoe! The Mudblood!

And he was still smiling at her, beaming down at her to be exact, with all the love and pure intent that could make any girl swoon, especially coming from him! But she did not swoon. Ha! Of course not, why would she of all people be attracted to the likes of him?! Even so, this was not real. She was suffering from the dreary cold of the deep snow she had fallen in, the sanctuary of peace, and now she would die in it…oh dear. She would die! A blizzard suddenly set in…it was quite odd how quickly the winds picked up and whipped around her, and it had been a cloudless night too. It was all quite peculiar how fast the raging storm appeared. It had happened the moment she had recoiled away from Malfoy's touch, and his eyes were now devoid of all love and affection they had once showed her, they were angry, violent, hostile even, and it was like a storm was brewing behind those silver orbs of sleek perfection. And the blizzard set in.

'Merlin!'She thought, 'Surely Malfoy doesn't control the weather!' But in her hallucination he did! And from the look he was giving her, he had every intention on using it to his advantage to slaughter her. Well, maybe not slaughter her, but harm her immensely. He looked heartbroken? Curious…

But she had no time to think of that, ice was swirling about her, raucous winds howled in her ears and all contempt broke out upon her.

And she always pictured freezing to death the best way to go…you just get really cold, fall asleep…never wake up. But obviously not! Or perhaps she was still in the hallucinating stage…

Ice hammered down onto her defenseless body, rained on her and bit her with its sharp, cold bite, like a knife.

She began to run, faster and faster she fled until she suddenly stumbled and fell to the hardwood floor with a loud thud.

She hit the coffee table, knocking it over, her head throbbed and her body was aching after its short fall from the couch to the floor.

It took Hermione at least ten minutest to get herself up off the slightly scuffed hardwood floor. A light red and yellow afghan blanket was tangled around her waste, and the pillow from the couch she had been sleeping on had fallen with her, and was now laying on the back of her neck. She grunted as she glanced at her wristwatch, straining her eyes to depict what time it read. It was a little after midnight she found to her dismay; it wasn't near enough to morning as she would have anticipated. Her brow furrowed as she scolded herself for letting the dream get the best of her and falling off the couch.

Wait…why was she on a couch anyway? And it most certainly wasn't her couch; it was the Weasleys.

Recollection of why she was sleeping on the Weasley's couch slowly flooded her memory, Ginny had come for tea, they had a good laugh, they went back to the Weasley's and ate a lovely dinner, Fred and George passed her a tray of cookies…and black.

She let out a frustrated sigh. Those two… oh they were so infuriating! Surly they hadn't meant to knock her out for all of dessert into the late night, but they had and they would get quite a beating from her!

A wicked grin spread over her face as she imagined what Mrs. Weasley had done when Hermione had been rendered unconscious. Oh…that would have been a lovely site to see! She wish she could have, but those two idiots had to go and make her faint for nearly six hours! She scowled, trying to muster up all her anger into a brilliant scheme of how to get back at them…but that would mean war, and setting up a war with the Weasley's was never a clever idea.

She lay there for a few moments longer, playing with the worn tassels on a large Oriental rug that was under the coffee table that had been knocked over when she fell. She sat up slowly, to prevent a head rush, and put the table back in it's place, and arranged the contents that had scattered across the floor as best she could in it's proper place…which was still an unorganized mess. There were old batteries, a few electrical wires and a light bulb that was broken, some old Muggle TV guides and a blue telephone with some of it's buttons missing. She smiled to herself; clearly all these eccentric useless Muggle devices belonged to Mr. Weasley. He was a very peculiar man, but a kind and affectionate one at that.

Hermione figured she wouldn't be able to sleep much on the couch, though it was very comfortable, she just didn't want another case of bewilderment if she fell on the floor once more. She went to the kitchen just down the hall and wrote a note on the Weasley's bulletin bored, which was the only thing in the household that appeared as if it had never been used. It was a blank white bored, and if she hadn't known better, she wouldn't the slightest inkling on what to make of it. But she had previously discovered the intent of the bored, and it's function. Whenever there was a message for a specific person and that member of the family walked within the kitchen, the bulletin bored shrieked at them that they had a message. It was quite amusing to watch, actually, because the voice was quite high pitched and persistent, if you did not come to retrieve the message, a magic, swift kick in the seat would attack you until you did. She witnessed this one summer when she had stayed at the Burrow with Harry in their sixth year, when there was a note left from Fred to Harry telling him not to forget his morning kick in the pants. Since Harry didn't know exactly what to do when he heard the shriek of "MESSAGE FOR H POTTER" erupted in the morning when he entered the kitchen; he didn't go straight to check what his message was. Instead, he went to get a piece of toast, and he was immediately kicked by some magic force, and the bored shrieked again, "MESSAGE FOR H POTTER, I WON'T SAY IT AGAIN" Fred and George immediately burst into hysterics.

She took her wand and used it like a pen across the magic bored and wrote,

Mrs. Weasley,

Thank you for letting me stay after the cookie mishap! It's after midnight and I'm returning home, there is no need to worry about me, I just remembered I needed to finish up some paper work for the office due back tomorrow. (which was true, but it wasn't on the top of her priorities because of the whole uncertainty of the outcome of the Malfoy battle, but she felt like she needed to finish them anyway.) So I will be off to do some last minute work (I know, so unlike me ) and will be over for dinner next Sunday night! Thank you once again!

Love,

Hermione

The letters swirled into a golden pattern, then slowly faded as the message was absorbed into the magical devise's memory.

She smiled to herself wishing to stay longer, she loved the Weasley household, she just really wanted to sleep in her own bed that night, curl up by the fire, finish a book, and be alone. Besides, she would see them all again next Sunday, as she did ever week. The whole family got together (including herself and Harry) and had a large dinner and a lot of conversation. But for now, she wanted to be alone.

But she didn't know that the very last moment of solitude she'd have for a long while, was the one she was having at that moment in the late night at the Burrow.


It wasn't that Draco expected a warm, heart-felt welcome when Hermione arrived, he actually imagined it would be quite the opposite, and he looked forward to the encounter. He always enjoyed a good smirk, perhaps a slight laugh, no, not a happy laugh, oh by Merlin, Malfoy's don't happy laugh they chuckle, they sneer, they smirk, and they intimidate. Yes, Malfoy's can manipulate intimidation in a laugh. He visualized the whole ordeal, what would happen when that bushy haired Mudblood would say, or rather do when she walked into her home and found Draco's marvelous self standing in the living room. Or perhaps the kitchen. Or even better, her bedroom. He had nearly seven hours to plot the arrival of her return, so he had several scenes, one even where she revealed her darkest secret to him, that she really was in love with him and was the president of one of his many fan clubs. He smirked as he revisited this fantasy. No…not fantasy. Ha! Fantasies are something that a person enjoys, well, not that he wouldn't enjoy seeing Granger bow down to his uber sexy self…but…he would never have a fantasy that contained a Mudblood. That was just sickening!

He had raided her Muggle food holding device, he wasn't so sure what it was called. It was an odd sort of contraption, it was rather perplexing (not that he'd admit that, Malfoy's know everything) he discovered it after he had gone on a panty raid and sorted through her underwear drawer (which was quite amusing), and he found quite an amount of food. What confused him more was there was some sort of…light emitting from a glass bulb. When he looked directly at it, it was like staring straight on at a lumos spell, but not as powerful, it just sort of imprinted the shape in the back of his eye for a few moments (which was a tad bit annoying). And curious enough, the food holder device, which he properly named FHD2000 (because 2000 after a word just makes it look fancy), was chilled. This strangely fascinated him, and he was very impelled to study more about the matter, but then he realized he was acting like Weasel senior! He knew his father would have none of that oddness around! Imagine a Malfoy working along side such a deranged Muggle loving fool like the balding ignoramus Weasel Senior! He scoffed immediately at that thought, and grabbed a soda and a box of Chinese takeout, vowing to never again question the wonders of the FHD2000 or any other Muggle contraption by that means. If Granger found out she would never let him live it down!

He looked at the clock on another Muggle appliance he dare not conceive what it might be for fear he'd need to give that a name too, and it read 12:00 am. Wherever Granger was, he really didn't want to think of it…or did he? An evil smirk pressed his lips, where would Granger, a respectable witch and secretary (not in his opinion, of course, of the worlds) be doing past a respectable curfew? Well, he supposed midnight wasn't all that late, but she had been out since at least four o'clock that afternoon, he began to wonder if she too had died. Would that keep him in terms dead too? Would his chance be gone if she turned up daisies? That wouldn't be very fair now would it? Perhaps then he would have to get the next person in line that hated him after Granger to miss him.

He pushed that thought away as he returned to the front room where he sat upon a large plush sofa which was facing a rather peculiar silver box with a black screen. It looked rather sleek, and it had a few buttons along the bottom, and this compelled him to press them. He reached the box's front and looked at the buttons that had miniscule writing below them, one larger read 'power' to the left there were two smaller buttons that had the word 'volume' printed below one sign that resembled an arrow pointing up, and the other pointing down. Then there was another pair of buttons that looked like the ones labeled 'volume' but these were labeled 'channel'. He pressed the power button and was quite astonished when the box flashed and light was emitting slowly from the box, forming a picture. And it was talking! Peculiar! It was some sort of ad trying to persuade the viewer to buy a "Swiffer" whatever that was. He sat down quite close to the talking, picture box and watched what exactly the Swiffer was. Apparently, from what he could perceive, it was like a high tech broom, but they weren't flying on it, they were cleaning. That, he found extremely odd. What stupid Muggle contraptions.

Before he could clearly focus on the next ad, there was a loud crack that startled him, making him curse as he dumped some rice on his pants. He promptly recognized the sound as an apperation, and he looked up to find his suspicions were correct, Hermione was home.

When she saw him, it was exactly how he's planned it, well, in most of his schemes, not the one where she ended up loving him and being his adoring fan and such, but the one where she had a completely mortified look on her face.

"Surprise love!" Said Draco in a mock cheerful voice, grinning broadly.


I'm really sorry, I didn't get to read over the second half of this! So if there are silly mistakes, I'm reeeally sorry ok? I just wanted to get this up before my computer time was up -glares at parents-

Okay, I actually intended to get into the part where Draco told her about the whole him being dead thing. Actually…I planned EVERYTHING different, this just sort of appeared. And I like it I knooow I promised actual Draco/Hermione interaction, but instead you get an early update! Haha yeah, a day early, but early non the less! And they SORTA interacted, did they not, in the dream, in the end…please don't hurt me!

I'm sorry if the dream sequence seemed dreadfully confusing, but it has meaning and such, just wait ok? I've really been nature happy lately because of my honors English course, we're reading Frankenstein, and there is a lot of significance in the way Mary Shelly writes nature and the mood set of the characters. No, I'm not dreadfully depressed, I'm just way into "me time" haha solitude!

I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and I'm glad I changed the direction of it, the other was dreadfuly boring for me to write, and I figure if I find it boring to write, you'll find it boring to read, and I trust this was interesting? Draco meets swiffer eh? Haha I hope I didn't make him seem too uninformed of Muggle life, I just figure his father taught him nothing other than to hate the Muggle world, so how would he know what a refrigerator or a TV is! And I hope I had him in character well enough, I don't think Draco would let the fascination with Muggle inventions get the best of him, even though I must say, the television is a wonderful concept! Swiffers however…

Anyway, I hope I didn't dissapoint you with this chapter, and maybe you'll all be lucky enough to receive another before I leave to lovely Disneyland on Saturday (I don't know about it though…we'll see.) If not, I promise one as soon as I get back on the following Saturday, if I can get everything typed and edited well enough.

Now to the thank you notes!

Redtiger24: you're such a weirdo Jon, I knooow I said say it was funny, but I was being sarcastic! This story really didn't get funny until I incorporated swiffers and the FHD2000! Haha non the less, thanks for the review cuz!

Delayed Action Ninja: Those writers blocks are so evil! brandishes spork at writers block's way ohhh how evil they are…haha thank you for your kind words and I hope all is well in the world for you now that I've updated like I said!

Avocado75: You 're very right, I hadn't thought of that before, that's really interesting! It's ironic, the original plot line for this story (which I rearranged because it would have been waaay too complicated) was inspired by a Smallville episode I saw, or well, the commercial for it anyway. I absolutely love going to Cali I believe we're staying in San Diego, but I could be wrong. We're going to Disneyland and California Adventure, which should be exciting, I've never been to the California Adventure yet I can't wait to visit the beach (though it isn't really beach season, now is it?) haha thank you for your review and loyalty (even if it has only been two chapters!)

NitenGale: haha Draco must do it because I command him! Haha and I believe as we have seen in this chapter, he's going to be quite amused for a looong time. I promise you, he will relish every moment of driving poor Hermione absolutely mad!

Cold-Eyes-For-You: I really do enjoy depicting his personality, I really get a kick outta his ego! Thanks for the review!

Trapped-in-a-dream: Why thank you I really like your name, btw

witchchild280: There will be more of the mysterious lady, she is a really fun character, I guess I really enjoy writing the mysterious, smirky type of people And sorry for the lack of Hermione/Draco interaction heh, I planned on it, but my imagination decided to hold that off till next chapter. I enjoy reading things with Blaise as a prime character, because there are so many ways to depict him, but normally he's really dark and secretive, or carefree and happy (well, for a Slytherin, anyway) Do you have a preference? I'm just taking reference for future chapters Thank you!

BabyGooGoo2: I'm glad I could make some sense of that all thanks again for your time and review!

KriCet x0: I'm glad you liked thank you!

American-born-confused-desi: Thank you! I'm glad you liked!

ShimmeringEvil: Here's the update I promised! Thank you! I like your name btw

LillaBella: Hey, thanks for the review! Made me grin it's here now!!!!! I can't wait to hear from you again!

Mwah, hugs and kisses to those who review! Well, hugs and kisses from Draco, on the count of that probably will appeal to you more!

Support house colors! FRIDAY!!!! Haha inside joke I guess you could say, a few friends and I decided to sport our "house colors" on Friday, I was deemed a Slytherin (by my self) and so were the other girls, we however, deemed the other boy a Hufflepuff P mwahah must find my green and silver now!!!! Thank yooou! REVIEW!