AN: hey you guys...thanks for all the reviews...they really do help a lot! Guess what. Yesterday I went and saw Harry Potter again... it was soo funny... once you see it for the 2nd or 3rd time you start to notice a lot more things... btw, did any of you guys notice the girl who played Angelina Johnson's character? If you ask me, she seemed a little bit too young to play someone whos older than harry... owell... just something that irked me. ((ps. see if you can get why i called the chapter what i called it))

Disclaimer: Nope... still not mine.

Chapter 6: A Broken Promise

Hermione awoke to a rumble...in her stomach that is. This promptly alerted her that it was lunchtime. She really hadn't meant to fall asleep. But she supposed she was more tired than she had thought....and the bed was so comfortable.

She sat up in bed and looked around her room, a little confused at first. As she wiped the drool from her face (that's right... shse drools in her sleep...dont try to act like you dont!), she began to realize where she was. Just then, she heard a knock on her door.

"Erm...Granger?"

"Yes... just... hold on a bit." Hermione noticed he was back on a last-name basis. Dismissing the thought, she climbed out of the bed and went to open her door. Draco peered around her shoulder at the unpacked trunks.

"Bloody hell Granger! What have you been doing up here all these hours? Don't tell me you were still drooling over your closet." As he looked up at her face, his trademark smirk appeared. "Well...by the looks of your face... you have been."

Hermione's cheeks flushed. 'Oh no!!' she thought. 'Don't tell me I didn't wipe all of the drool off my face!'

Hermione's hand rushed up to her face to wipe of the rest of the drool. "Shut up Malfoy! Who said you could come in my room anyway?"

"First of all Granger, technically I'm not in your room. I'm only in the doorway. And secondly, I only came to tell you that if you fancied having lunch today you'd better come downstairs."

"Alright I'm coming." Hermione followed Draco down to lunch. She was halfway down the stairs when she realized she had forgotten something. "Oh!... go on.. I'll be down in a second." Draco grunted in response and continued downstairs.

Once in her room, Hermione dug through her trunks to try and a find her quills and parchment. Even though she had packed and repacked, she still had not done a very good job of organizing everything. After a minute or two, she succeeded in locating them and hurried down to join Draco.

When Hermione had gotten down stairs, she placed her parchment on the table in the living room in front of where her and Draco had been sitting earlier. Draco didn't see her enter the kitchen. He had his back turned to her and was busy getting plates and silverware down for them to use. Hermione took advantage of this to slide quietly into her seat the table. She sat watching him quietly, waiting for him to turn around.

A grin appeared on Hermione's face. Watching him was quite amusing. It was obvious that setting the table wasn't something he usually did. In fact, it looked like he didn't know where half of the utensils were located. He had managed to find the plates, but he was searching like mad through every drawer to find the silverware. He seemed to be getting rather frustrated, because every time he opened a drawer that did not have his quarry contained in it, he would slam it closed in a fit of rage.

"This is bloody ridiculous!!" Hermione's grin grew larger. "Where..." slam. "Are..." Slam! "Those bloody..." SLAM! "knives?!?" SLAM! Now Hermione was fighting to keep down a laugh. Draco still didn't notice her presence at the table. He paused for a second, then reopened the last drawer he had slammed shut. "Oh! Here the little buggers are! All this trouble for a bit of bloody knives!!!" Having finally found the plates and knives for them to use, Draco turned around to set them on the table. When he saw Hermione, he jumped so high that he nearly dropped everything he was holding.

"Bloody hell Granger!!" The look on Draco's face was priceless. "How long have you been there?" Hermione could no longer contain her laughter...which unfortunately, only seemed to make Draco madder. "Are just going to sit there laughing like a mad man?"

Hermione managed to respond through her bouts of laughter. "Me?!? You're calling me the madman?" Honestly Draco I wish I could have taped you...you were positively..." Hermione burst out laughing again. "Brilliant!!" Draco had obviously heard the sarcasm in her voice.

Draco had regained his composer. "Why thank you Granger. And by the way, I thought you also looked quite brilliant when...what was it...that bit of drool was hanging from your mouth earlier. I must admit, that look fit you quite nicely."

At this comment, Hermione had stopped laughing. Now it was her turn to sport the priceless look. Draco began to laugh. Hermione noticed the way his face lit up. 'Wow. He really ought to laugh more often.'

Draco's bout of laughter was much shorter than Hermione's, so the table was set in no time.

"So... what have you cooked up for us to enjoy?"

"Well...erm..." Draco had a slightly bashful look on his face. "Well... I hadn't gotten that far yet."

"Honestly Draco...you just told me to come downstairs because lunch was ready. And now you tell me that you haven't even starting cooking it yet?"

"Actually Granger," Draco let out a sly chuckle. "Technically, I never told you lunch was ready. All I said was if you fancied lunch you'd better come downstairs. I believe you made up the part about it being ready all on your own."

"Then why the bloody hell did you call me down here? To sit and watch you make us lunch?"

"Wrong again Granger. Actually.." Draco absent-mindedly swept a piece of stray hair from his face. "I was hoping that you'd fix lunch for us."

Hermione wasn't surprised. After all, this is Malfoy were talking about. Even though he had changed a bit, he was still quite used to getting waited on at the snap of his finger. 'Well, if he thinks that I'm going to be his own personal little house elf... he's sadly mistaken.'

"Malfoy, I'm the guest here. You're supposed to wait on me...not the other way around!"

"Well, I'm sorry if that's the way you're used to doing it. But here at the Malfoy Manor, things are run quite differently."

"Well Malfoy," Hermione crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Get used to it." And with that, Hermione turned and left the kitchen, leaving Malfoy standing there alone and quite confused.

Even though Hermione was quite hungry, she felt that the satisfaction of beating Malfoy at his own game was more important. She was about to head back upstairs to her room to unpack, when she remembered that she had brought her quills and parchment downstairs. So, instead, she took a seat on the couch and began to write letters to her best friends Harry and Ron. While she was decided what she would put down, she noticed a self portrait of Malfoy directly across the room hanging above the fire place. 'Wow. How self absorbed can you get.' As if it had heard the comment she had thought in her head, the portrait gave her one of Malfoy's trade mark smirks. She rolled her eyes at it and decided to write Harry's first.

Dear Harry.

How has your summer been so far? Good I hope. Mine, on the other hand, has been quite...eventful, to say the least. Sorry I haven't written to you in a while, but I have been very busy. I've been told some very interesting things. To make a very long story short, my last name isn't really Granger, it's Regnarg. My parents changed our last name when we went into hiding from the wizarding world a little bit before I was born. Which means I'm not a muggle-born after all. Also, it turns out that my parents and the Malfoys are old friends. My parents wished to take an extended trip to Africa this summer, and they've left me to stay at the Malfoy Manor for the rest of the summer. So unfortunately I'll be in very close contact with that prat, Malfoy. But don't worry Harry. Surprisingly, he's actually been quite nice to me so far. He didn't flat out say it, but I think it has something to do with the fact that his father is now in Azkaban. Narcissa has been quite nice also. Sorry it seems to confusing, but it's a rather long story and I'll tell you when I see you in person. I cant wait to see you and Ron. That's all for now. Write back.

Your Friend,
Hermione.

Now that that was over with, it was time for Ron's letter.

Dearest Ron,
How have you been? Good I hope. Sorry I haven't written in a while, but things have been very hectic lately. A lot of thigns have happened to me in a very short period of time. I can't tell you all of it right now, but I'm going to try and make a very long story short. It seems that for all of these years, my parents have been lying to me about many thigns. For one, my last name isn't really Granger, it's Regnarg. My parents changed our last name when we went into hiding from the wizarding world a little bit before I was born. Which means I'm not a muggle-born after all. Also, it turns out that my parents and the Malfoys are old friends. My parents wished to take an extended trip to Africa this summer, and they've left me to stay at the Malfoy Manor for the rest of the summer. So, unfortunately, I'll be in very close contact with Malfoy. Yes I know it sounds bad, but it really isn't (at least not yet). He's actually been quite nice to me. He hasn't even called me mudblood one time. Surprising isn't it? He hasn't flat out told me, but I think it has something to do with the fact that his father is in Azkaban now. Naricissa has been quite nice also. She is a completely different person from the one we met at the Quidditch cup back in our fourth year. I guess lots of things have changed.
Sorry if it's a bit confusing. But I'll explain in detail when I see you again. I really have missed you Ron. Even though I do bicker with Malfoy, it isn't nearly as fun as the arguments I have with you. But any way, write back soon.

With Love,
Hermione.

Just as she had finished, she heard Malfoy's footsteps coming from the stairway. Hermione was so absorbed in writing her letters, she hadn't even heard him pass by.

"What do we have here Granger." Draco tried to get a glimpse at her parchment. "Writing a letter to your dearest parents?"

"No Malfoy, I'm not." Hermione knew this next comment would make him jealous. "For you information, I'm writing to Harry and Ron"

And she was right. Hermione succeeded in turning Draco's smirk into a sneer. "Oh. Well that case, I'll just have to take a little peek, now wont I."

"Actually, you wont. What I'm writing to them about it really none of your business."

"That, Granger, is where you're wrong. I'm afraid anything you do in my house is my business. So I belive I will."

As Draco grabbed for her letters, Hermione snatched them away at lightning speed. "No Malfoy, you wont." Hermione glared at Malfoy. "Look Malfoy, I am not that oaf Crabbe or that stupid git Goyle. Nor am I one of your insane worshippers from Slytherin." Hermione's voice was getting louder. " And I'm sick and tired of you strutting about the place as if your some kind of god. Maybe to that... scarlet lady Pansy you are... but not... to... me." By this point, Hermione was yelling. "And If you think that your going to try and boss me around like you do to your little slaves Crabbe and Goyle," Hermione stood up. "You've really got another thing coming to you."

Draco watched her storm up the stairs until she was out of sight. When she reached her room, she slammed the door so hard that his portrait that had been hanging above the fire place fell down and was ripped.

"Great. Thanks a lot Granger."