A/N: I know that all my other chapters have been short, but this chapter is EXTREMELY short.
Draco and Hermione lived seperate lives for two weeks. They continued to sleep in the same bed, only because Hermione had charmed the bed to be larger. They occasionally cooked for each other, but Draco always ate at the breakfast bar, while Hermione ate at the kitchen table.
"Just so you know, my cousin is coming to stay with us." Draco announced one night, clearing his plate.
"Oh we're talking to each other now?" Hermione asked displeasingly.
"Momentarily. Like i said, he's coming to stay. He should be here," Draco paused expertly, looking at his watch, " In 3 hours." He shrugged and placed his dish in the sink.
"What? Two hours?" Hermione nearly choked on her sphagetti. "When did you fine out he was coming." Hermione had suddenly gotten the feeling that Draco had known about this visit for awhile.
"Oh about two weeks." Draco replied, taking a beer out of the fridge.
Draco saw the plate through its reflection in the fridge, allowing him to duck in the knick of time.
"Your the biggest git i've ever met!" Hermione wailed walking out of the kitchen.
"You didnt say that when we slept together." Draco yelled after her, taking a swig of his beer. All he saw was her finger appear from around the corner. Moments later he heard her approaching again.
"I was blasted." Hermione stated matter o' factly, rolling her eyes at him.
"You weren't too drunk to say my name. What was it you said? Oh thats right, 'stop toying with me Malfoy.' And a while after that you screamed my name with such passion." Draco mocked, setting down his beer.
Hermione felt a certain level of sexual tension between them, and it was exciting. She wanted to kiss him, and yet at the same time, wring his neck.
"Why dont you go upstairs and change. Your silence is of no use to me." Draco shrugged and walked out of the kitchen.
"Uhhhhh." All thoughts of kissing Draco erased from her mind as she stormed out of the kitchen after him. "Well yo...." Hermione turned the corner to find Draco gone. "It's like he isnt even here." Hermione shrugged as she indeed went to change.
Two and a half hours later, a knock at the door startled Hermione. She abandoned her book at the kitchen table and walked to the front door. She opened the door and saw a handsome young man, no more than 17 years old. He had beautiful blonde hair, almost white, that shone in the porch light. His eyes were a rare blue, Hermione had never seen before, his skin was a pale white, like Draco's, and he smiled the same, cocky smile.
"You must be Draco's cousin. He's told me so little about you." Hermione smiled, inviting the young boy in.
"Ahh. Yes, well, he's told me absolutely nothing about you. Just that you two are married." He stepped in, looking around. "This place hasnt changed at all. I'm surprised you havent touched it up." The boy started up the stairs. "My name's Tre by the way. Tre Malfoy." The boy smiled one last time before walking up the stairs and down the hall.
"Must run in the family." Hermione sighed. Suddenly three bags whizzed past Hermione, and up the stairs. She pressed herself flat against the wall, saving herself from being hit. Hermione shut the door, preparing herself for a long couple of weeks.
Draco heard the familiar voice of his cousin. Finishing up the last of Thomas Hobbes, he apparated to his cousins room.
"Good ol' Draco. How's it been." Tre looked at his cousin as he waved his wand, unpacking his bags.
"Oh, just great." Draco rolled his eyes, and Tre let out a melodious laugh.
"Trouble with that fine specimen downstairs?" Tre asked casually, raising an eyebrow with curiousity.
"Oh, trouble doesnt even begin to describe it. Hermione is...." Draco trailed off trying to find the words that describe her.
"Wait! Hermione Granger? The girl you used to torment, the one who ran around with the great Harrry Potter?" Tre looked at Draco dubiously. "She's hot." Tre admitted, nodding his head.
"Yeah, but she can sure be a bitch." Draco confessed, with a cold laugh.
"Draco, dear, you have no idea." Hermione had followed Tre up the stairs, and was now purched outside the door listening to their conversation.
