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Chapter 8: Surprise

Hermione woke a few minutes before dawn. She was so tired but yet all she could think about was living beside Draco Malfoy. She wondered around for a few more moments before returning to her bed, where her dreams were yet again interrupted by Draco Malfoy.

She slept for a few more hours before waking. It took her awhile to remember where she was. Her room was stunning in the sunlight. She made her way to the door that was closed hoping that it was her closet. She opened it slowly, and found to her amazement a huge walk in closet. Not only had all of her clothes been neatly hung, but so had many items that were not hers. 'Are these all suppose to be mine,' she thought as she begin to look through them.

She decided on a pair of black track pants and a pink tank top. Once she was dressed she went to the french doors. When she opened them and stepped onto the balcony the chilly morning air hit her hard in the face. Through the trees she could see the Malfoy mansion, not clearly but the bulk of it. She walked a little farther out onto the balcony to look around the property. She could now see a stable, which by the look of things could hold fifty horses or more. 'Wow' she thought 'this place is bigger that n what I thought last night. I better go down stairs and eat.' She shut the french doors behind her. She crossed her room now realizing how large it really was. When she got to the door she remembered that she had not paid attention the night before and no idea where the steps where.

"Jinx,' Hermione said as she stepped outside and shut her bedroom door. " I could really use some help." Hermione looked up and down the hall and decided it was a hopeless cause and decided to go left. She began to walk. At the end of the hall was a large window. She could see that there were steps like the entrance that lead up to another floor. Before she made it to the end of the hall a door begin to open and a very familiar face appeared, with unruly black hair and bright green eyes.

"Harry," Hermione ran toward him almost knocking him down. "Why are you here? How long have you been here?" Her words were coming out at a mile a minute.

"Well, hello to you, too Hermione. I'm so glad to see you, too," Harry said half laughing.

"I'm sorry I was just so happy to see you." She said letting go of him.

"I'm happy to see you, too, and I'm sure Ron and . . ."

"Ron's here," she ask? Her heart sank a little. Things hadn't been the same since they had broken up.

"Yeah, he is can you not smell his mom's cooking?" As a matter of fact she could. Now she realized just how hungry she was.

"Do you know ho to get downstairs, because I'm starving?" Harry nodded and, walkingthe same way Hermione had came.