A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers out there! I promise I'll post all of the names next chapter! I read ever single one and they're what encouraged me to write this chapter so quickly. It's amazing how people I don't know , and I never saw myself as a good writer mind you,could love my stories:0) Well, just to let you know: 1st, I don't know if Kelly Clarkson even would sing that song I just thought that it would fit 2nd, no sadly I've never been in anyone's video 3rd, I was just saying that it was based on me cause it is. Tom is really my cousin who used to have a mushroom cut, though he's only 14 and I'm only 12. The two bracelets that I described in the last chapter are real and the stories are based on the truth. My cousin gave me the heart one and this guy I liked gave me the other one for a special occasion, but we were only friends, sadly, and he moved...so...yeah. The second bracelet broke, but I'm getting it fixed by a jeweler when I get the chance and yes when that one was together I wore both everyday. Well this A/N is getting pretty long now, so I'm gonna shut up and say...ENJOY!


Chapter 5

Relaxation and Creepiness

After getting off the AP, Hermione had began taking the streets of London to the Leaky Cauldron and fortunately for her Malfoy had turned a different way a few blocks back. When she saw the old bar entrance she walked in and saw the innkeeper and bartender, Tom.

"Hello, Miss Granger and how can I help you on this fine afternoon?" asked Tom curiously.

"Just a room, please Tom," replied Hermione.

"Okay and how long will your stay be?" asked Tom again.

"Just one night…I'm gonna buy my books and supplies in the morning and then head home," stated Hermione.

"Oh, I see…well then take room 103, 1st floor, 2nd room on the right," answered Tom.

"Thanks!" she exclaimed.

She walked up the creaking wooden staircase and into a torch lit hallway. Odd numbers were on the right and even on the left. Just like Tom said the 2nd door on the right had a rusty colored 103. Upon entering the room she found nothing, but a pole with a panel which had a variety of buttons. It had about 30 buttons for each category, Bed, Dresser, Lights, Walls, Floors, Bathtub, and Electronics (for our part muggle guests), were a few. After trying out all the buttons, she decided on a full sized water bed, a pretty white-wood dresser with pretty carved designs, high-hat lights, ocean greenish-blue wallpaper, greenish-blue carpet, a walk-in closet, a huge swimming pool bathtub with lots of taps like the prefect's bathroom in Hogwarts, and a flat screen t.v. (H: hey, if I'm on vacation I might as well enjoy it).

Feeling lethargic, Hermione decided to take a bath in her swimming pool bathtub. She turned on the Bahaman Bubble Blue tap and the orange vanilla scented tap (her favorite). With this she stepped in the Caribbean creamsicle scented bubbly water as the blue foam took her troubles away. When she soaked in the swimming pool for about an hour and a half, she finally decided to get out.

Hermione walked into her walk-in closet to pick out an outfit, when she found her entire huge wardrobe in the closet (her parents had quite a lot of money, though know one would expect that of such a kind, fun-loving girl). It took half an hour to finally pick out an outfit. She decided on a blueish green tube top with a tight, short dark denim mini skirt from an aeropostale outlet in New York (Tom hadn't been, so happy about following Hermione around not to mention holding all the many bags).

Bored, and finally deciding to go to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor in Diagon Alley, Hermione walked through the torch-lit hallway and down the old staircase. Upon entering the smoky bar she saw a ginger headed boy about her age walking towards her.

H: Great! Ron! I'm gonna need another bubble bath, now! First, I needed it because I was thinking about the whole Cho and break-up thing and now this!

"'Mione, What's up?" asked Ron.

"You, because of that big airhead of yours," snapped Hermione.

"Oooook, well what've you been up to?" asked Ron again.

"Nuttin…" Hermione answered, keeping in mind that that was Tom's favorite answer when he didn't feel like talking, very useful it was.

"What's with the shortness?" asked Ron yet again.

"What shortness?" Hermione replied both sarcastically and dumbfounded with gritted teeth.

"Well…err…I wanted to ask you…aaa…a question," Ron stuttered.

"Ok," said Hermione because she couldn't think of any other reply.

"Well…would you…err…uh….go ah…out wit may adan," Ron mumbled.

"What-the-fuck?", Hermione almost yelled, but remembering she was in a crowded room she didn't.

"You see I thought about everything and…" went on Ron.

"She broke up with you didn't she!" this time yelled Hermione.

"Well, yeah, but in mah…." started Ron.

"What about the whole 'It isn't love, 'Mione, just lust! You're beautiful look at you! I'm sorry 'Mione, but this just isn't working out.' crap? Huh?"

"Well…"

"There was no lust you know that right! I don't even know why I liked such a prat for all those years!" shouted Hermione.

"Uh…"

"But just to let you know I really did love you! I LOVED YOU, RONALD FOR GOD SAKE! AND WHAT DID YOU GIVE ME? HUH! NOTHING! YOU TOOK IT AS A GAME!"

"Hermione, is this man annoying you?" Tom the innkeeper slash bartender said.

"Yes, he is!" she still yelled, enraged.

What she didn't notice was the blond hair boy in the corner laughing at the situation thinking of a brilliant plan to put into action. He stood up Daily Prophet still in hand, now hiding his face.

"Actually Tom, it's okay, I'm on my way out anyway…" said Hermione finally calming down.

When she turned to leave…

WACK!

"SLAP MY ARSE EVER AGAIN, WEASLEY, IN YOUR LIFE…AND YOU'LL BE A FLOBBERWORM BEFORE YOU CAN SAY YOUR BELOVED CHO'S NAME!" Hermione screamed.

With all the room's commotion and Tom the bartender telling her to shush, she stalked out of the Leaky Cauldron into Diagon Alley. She walked down the street and when she passed Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions something caught her eye. In the window, there were 4 beautiful gowns, blue, yellow, blueish-green, bright green, pink, and purple with robes to match. Hermione ran into the store and immediately went to the sale's desk.

"Hullo, Miss Granger, I thought you recently got new robes," greeted Madam Malkin.

"No, it's not that, it's just. I was wondering about those beautiful gowns in the store window," Hermione replied.

"Ah…I see. You and every other teenage witch who has walked past my shop. Dumbledore's orders to get six beautiful 100 silk gowns from the WD witch robe collection in the specific colors blue, yellow, blueish-green, bright green, pink, and purple. He also said to get the matching robes. But he said not to sell it to anyone until he said so and you should see the offers I have gotten even 3 thousand galleons for just the robe…" announced Madam Malkin and at the end she began to ramble about teenage witches these days.

"They're beautiful…" Hermione breathed speechlessly.

"There's also six dress robes for wizards also from the WD wizard robe collection…" Malkin droned on.

"Well...did he say what they were for?" Hermione asked.

"Nope, that man is so secretive, reminds me of Moody!" here she laughed, "Constant vigilance! Trust no one! Ever since I went to school with him…"

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. Goodbye, Ms. Malkin!" bade Hermione.

"I expect to see you soon!" Madam Malkin said queerly.

H: She knows something…liar!

Passing Flourish and Blotts, and a few other shops she finally reached Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor.

Walking up to the counter, to a familiar Dudley built man she questioned, " Hullo! What kind of Ice Creams do ya have, today?"

"Well, Hermione, we have ice creams, cream ices, and ices. Any kind you want!" Florean Fortescue exclaimed.

"Hmm…do ya got creamsicle cream ice?" inquired Hermione.

"Of course!" he replied, while the cream ice appeared in his hand.

"That would usually be 3 galleons, but since you're such a good customer…I'll give it to you for 1 galleon and 2 sickles," announced Florean.

"Thank you, Mr. Fortescue!"

"Anytime, miss!"

Hermione walked over to a table under a leafy green umbrella and began to eat her ice.

"Is this seat taken?" asked a voice from behind Hermione.

"No, it's okay, you can sit…" replied Hermione.

"Thanks…" answered the stranger.

After an awkward pause…

"You know your losing your touch, right?" questioned what Hermione noticed was Malfoy's voice.

"And what do you mean by that?" she asked.

"Well…when you slapped me in 3rd year that hurt like hell and now it doesn't hurt at all. So, you are either losing your touch or…" he left the end of the statement hang.

D: Or you were so PMSing then and weren't the other day…

WACK!

"Granger! What was that for?" he queried, rubbing his red cheek.

"I can hear your thoughts, you prat!" yelled Hermione.

"Sorry…" he apologized.

"It's okay at least you apologize, unlike Weasley…" ranted Hermione.

"Since when do you call him by his last name? That's my thing…" asked Malfoy.

"Since he was such an arsehole." replied Hermione.

"Well that slap was better maybe you…" Malfoy reasoned.

"Don't even finish that sentence!" Hermione said as she playfully swatted his shoulder.

"Wait I'm having an ice with my enemy, nothing personal, but I got to go!" Hermione and Malfoy recited at the same time.

"This is creepy…" Malfoy said.

"Really creepy."


A/N: Hope you liked it! But Hermione and Draco aren't going to magically become friends they're gonna be the worst of enemies for a while. This is just the aftermath of the whole Ron scene and kind of the calm before the storm for D/Hr. What am I gonna say next? Well...REVIEW OF COURSE! The more reviews the happier I am, and the happier I am, the more updates you get! REVIEW!