Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to the guy. Draco Malfoy however... No I don't own him either. Unfortunately.

A/N: Here'e the second chapter. It's a bit earlier than I thought it would be, but I stayed up last night and typed it. Apparently I still had some left over inspiration from the first chapter. Here's thanks to my two wonderful reviewers, and you guys get as many virtual cookies as you want:

EmilyEB: Here it is, hope you like it as much as the first one!
Amber: Thanks, and you're right. I thought about that too: How does he make them. Lol. He's still a powerful wizard, so he can control anything he wants to basically. I think that the students are afraid of him really, or maybe they thought that he would "punish" them if they didn't go along with it. I won't tell his real reason for doing it though, it would spoil the ending I have planned.

Well, on with chapter two: Shopping and Arguments...

Hermione woke up the next morning to her alarm clock beeping almost hysterically. She turned it off, and after grabbing her clothes she went into the bathroom and took a shower. Then she went downstairs and ate breakfast. By the time she was done washing the dishes, the owl promised by Dumbledore came soaring through the window.

She hastily grabbed the letter and read through it quickly. Malfoy was coming to her house first. She could take the first week of work off. She had to arrange something for her and Malfoy to do during the time he was here. She didn't have anything planned, and she didn't want to hear Malfoy complain of boredom. It was bad enough he was going to be in her house at all. Before she did any of that planning however, she had to clean.

Hermione was a very tidy person. Everything had a place, and nothing was ever out of it's place. Her house was already clean, but that didn't stop her from cleaning it anyway. After she had cleaned the entire house, from top to bottom, Hermione went into one of the spare bedrooms and made sure nothing of hers was in the room. Only when she was sure that there was nothing in the room that Malfoy could complain about did she let herself relax. Hermione went into her study, and pulled out her laptop. She was thinking of stuff that they could do, simple stuff like rent some movies or play some board games. Suddenly she wondered if Malfoy owned any muggle clothes. 'He has to have some muggle clothing,' she thought desperately. 'If he doesn't, I'll have to take him shopping. Maybe we should do that first. I'll ask him when he gets here.'

While Hermione was busy planning all of this, Draco was at his manor, staring at the letter in his hand in dismay. He knew things had changed between them, that Hermione didn't hate him anymore, and that he didn't exactly hate her either. Living with her though, was going to be completely different.

'What am I supposed to wear?' he thought, his eyes overcast as he looked through the letter again. '"Pack anything that you feel necessary to bring with you."' Well, that included everything he owned. 'Let's narrow this down a bit. I need clothes. I'll pack the two muggle outfits that I have, and some robes. That wasn't so hard. Now for other stuff…'

He walked through the manor, muttering to himself and calling for house elves to get him the things he needed. By lunch he was pretty sure he had everything packed and then he remembered his owl. He didn't want to leave him here, but he doubted Hermione would have anywhere to put him. 'I can just hire someone to watch after him, or order the house elves to take care of him for me. No, they're afraid of him and I don't know anyone who would want to watch him. He isn't very nice to people he doesn't trust, and that out rules everyone but Blaise and Pansy. They're probably busy packing though, and they've got owls of their own to look after. Hmm. I should write to Granger and ask her if she has somewhere to keep owls at her house.'

With that Draco summoned parchment and a quill, and scribbled down a quick letter to Hermione, asking about owl lodgings and where they should meet the next day. He turned to his owl, and tied the letter to his leg saying as clearly as he could, "Take this to Hermione Granger. You remember her don't you Falon?" The bird clicked his beak, as if saying that he knew who Draco was talking about, and then soared off.

Hermione was startled out of sleep by a loud pecking noise. She hadn't even noticed that she had fallen asleep, she was so busy working on filling the next three weeks with things to do. She rose and went over to the window, opening it and allowing a rather large eagle owl to come in. She recognized the owl almost instantly as Malfoy's. 'What's he writing to me for?'

She attempted to take off the letter, but was rewarded with a deep cut on her finger. She frowned at the owl, who only stared back at her as if mocking her. She tried again to take the letter from the bird, to be yet again snapped at. Hermione grabbed an unopened bag of owl treats off of her desk and gave the owl three of them before he let her take the letter off of him.

'Finally,' she thought as she shook her head at the bird. It waited patiently for her to read, and Hermione guessed that Malfoy was expecting a reply. Sure enough, he only asked questions, all of which Hermione answered. Then she asked him some questions of her own. Like if he had any muggle clothing. Then instead of waiting for him to answer, she added, 'Just bring some money with you and most likely we'll use it for clothes if you don't have any.' The bird, sensing that she was done, grabbed the letter in it's beak before Hermione could even sign it, and was flying out into the night before she could call it back.

The next morning dawned fairly bright. Hermione had woken up earlier than normal in order to pick up Malfoy on time. While eating breakfast she wrote a letter to Harry, telling him that she was the host for the first month, and that she would indeed be taking the first week off. She sent this on with her owl, and continued getting ready to meet Malfoy.

Hermione Apparated into the Leaky Cauldron ten minutes before she needed to. It was good to be early, she had decided that a long time ago. She sat down at the bar and ordered a water to drink while waiting, and five minutes later there was another pop, and Draco Malfoy stood about ten feet away, looking around for her. Hermione swiveled her chair around and called out his name. He turned and smirked when he saw her.

"Shall we go?" he asked, not even caring to say hello. Hermione nodded and said,

"Since you don't know where my house is, we'll floo there. Is that okay?" Without waiting for him to answer, she stood up and walked over to the fireplace. Turning to him again she added, "Just say 'Hermione Granger's house.' It'll take you right there." She threw a handful of floo powder into the fire, and said "Hermione Granger's house" before stepping into the fireplace and disappearing. He followed as closely as possible, and when he entered the house he looked around to see Hermione standing next to the fireplace smiling.

"Do you want a tour of the house now, or after you put your stuff away?"

"After would be nice," he replied, trying to keep his voice as normal as possible. He really didn't want to be here, yet he didn't know why he was dreading it so much. 'What the hell is wrong with you? It's just Granger.' She led him up to his room, and while he put his stuff down she looked him over.

Just to be safe, he had worn the comfier pair of muggle clothing he had. He was wearing black jeans, and a dark green t-shirt, finished with black tennis shoes. 'He's taller than I remember,' Hermione thought as she looked the 5 foot, 11 inches tall man up and down. His hair was still the same color she remembered it being, but he no longer gelled it like he had in school. Now it hung loose around his head, and when he bent forward to put down his bags a few strands fell into his eyes. As he straightened up again, she noticed that his eyes were the same gray color they had been back then also. 'I guess he hasn't changed all that much.'

Draco seemed to notice that she was checking out his appearance. He took the time to look the Gryffindor girl over as well. She was shorter than him, but only by three inches or so. Her hair had tamed a little over the years, and it reached to her mid-back. She too was wearing jeans, though they were blue. She had on a light purple shirt with the outline of an owl on the front. White tennis shoes competed the tomboyish look she seemed to be going for. He noted that she wore very little make-up, in fact he couldn't tell if she was wearing any at all. Her brown eyes were taking in his appearance with a semi-praising look, and he knew that he had picked the right thing out to wear this morning.

Smirking at her he asked, "Were you planning on giving me that tour today, or tomorrow?" Hermione looked up at him and rolled her eyes.

"Today if you promise to be nice, you impatient little ferret," she replied. Before he could retort, she walked out of the room, motioning for him to follow.

"Yes I know I'm impatient, Granger, but that was only because I didn't like the way you were looking at me."

"I wasn't looking at you in any particular way, Malfoy. I was seeing what you had done to your hair." Hermione lied, hoping he wouldn't notice that she had in fact been looking at him in a certain way.

"Sure you were," he muttered, noticing how he was making her blush, and enjoying every minute of it. They stopped at a door which obviously led to a bathroom.

"Do I actually have to tell you that this is the bathroom, or can you figure that out yourself?" Hermione asked, her voicing lilting as she teased him.

"I'm pretty sure I figured that out myself," Draco said, his voice laden with sarcasm. "Though I'm sure you adding it into the question might have helped a little bit." By now they had reached the end of the hall, where another door stood. Hermione stopped here, but didn't bother going in or opening the door.

"This is my room," she said. "You are not allowed in there for any reason, unless I tell you to come in. Understand?" When Draco nodded, she continued. "Good, because I don't want you going into my room. If you do, I'll curse you into oblivion. And that's a promise not a threat." She smiled innocently at him and went downstairs. He shook his head and followed her.

She showed him the kitchen, the other bathroom, the study, the living/family room, and finally the small owlery she had built outside for her owl, Magnum, and any visiting owls. Draco seemed to remember something, because he muttered an incantation under his breath. Suddenly his owl came flying towards them, and landed on Draco's outstretched arm.

"Did you create that incantation?" Hermione asked, somewhat hoping he had because she had never heard of it before. When he nodded she asked, "Does it only work on your owl, or for you?"

"No, during the incantation you say the bird's name and the owner's name. I can teach it to you if you want," Draco said that last part without stopping to think. 'Dang you Draco! Why'd you offer to teach it to her?'

Hermione looked surprised and said, "Yeah, that would be nice," and then in as an afterthought, "Thanks."

"No problem," Draco muttered, angry at himself for offering, and secretly happy that he had. Hermione showed him how to open the gate, and then showed him where everything was in the owlery. He put Falon on one of the perches, before giving him some food and water, and leaving with Hermione.

Once they got back into the house, Hermione said, "Well, that's all there is to the house. I have another spare bedroom, but I didn't think you needed to know that, so I left it out." Draco nodded absentmindedly, Hermione continued. "You said in that letter that you only had one more set of muggle clothes. Would you like to go shopping?"

He glanced at her, and noticed that she looked tentative, almost as if she was scared he would yell at her or something. He frowned in confusion, but she mistook it for something else. "I mean, we don't have to go today, we could go tomorrow, I just thought…"

"Today will be fine," he interrupted her. "Can we go now?" Hermione looked happier and nodded.

"Let me just grab my purse, we can Apparate to the Leaky Cauldron and go shopping downtown." Hermione disappeared upstairs for a brief moment, before rushing back downstairs again, this time clutching a denim purse and her house keys. She asked if he was ready, and when he nodded she Apparated with a small pop.

He appeared next to her, and for a second she paused. "Do we need to go to Gringotts and transfer some gold into muggle money for you?"

"No, I took care of it yesterday," he answered.

"Oh, that's good," Hermione said. After they exited the Leaky Cauldron and were walking down the sidewalk, Hermione asked, "Have you ever been shopping in muggle London before?" Draco shook his head no.

"But I have been in muggle London before," he added. Hermione nodded, and continued walking.

After a few minutes, "There's a nice men's clothing store down here. We can go there, and then maybe head to the mall. What do you think?"

"Sounds fine to me."

After a few hours of shopping it was starting to get dark and Hermione and Draco decided it was time to go home. They had bought a lot of clothes for Draco, but not so much that he wouldn't be able to fit them into his suitcase. When they got home, Hermione started cooking dinner, and Draco went upstairs to unpack all of his things.

"Geez," he muttered to himself. "I can't believe she made me buy all this crap. The chances of me wearing any of it after this month are slim to none." He hung up the clothes in the large walk-in closet, and folded his other clothes and put them into the dresser. Just as he was finishing he heard Hermione yell upstairs.

"Dinner's ready!" Hermione turned away from the stairs and walked back into the kitchen. She didn't bother waiting for Malfoy to come downstairs; she filled her plate and started eating before he had even entered the kitchen.

"Fine, don't wait for me," Draco said, glaring at Hermione. "I see how it is. Just don't expect me to be as nice when you're at the manor." Hermione shook her head and continued eating. Draco filled his plate and sat as far away from her as the table would allow before he started eating. "You cooked this?" he asked after a few bites.

Hermione looked up at him from the book she had been reading. "Yes, unlike some people I don't have house elves to do everything for me. If you're going to eat here, you'll cook it yourself or have leftovers." Draco sighed and nodded.

Then he said, "I can cook, you know. And I'm not lazy enough to expect you to do everything for me, though you should, seeing as you're the host, Mudblood." He watched in satisfaction as her eyes flared in anger.

"It's a good thing that you're not expecting me to do everything for you, because I refuse to do your laundry. You'll have to wash your own clothes." She smiled as she saw a spasm of horror cross the Slytherin Prince's face.

"Why should I sink to level of doing my own laundry? If anything, you're already there, why don't you do it?"

"Because Ferret, this is my house and I'm not going to touch your laundry, let alone clean it for you." They sat there glaring at each other for awhile, before Hermione added in a nicer voice, "You can change the decorations in your room however you want, just don't make it permanent. I want to be able to change it back after you leave." With this she rose and flicked her wand over the dishes and the food. The food put itself into containers and placed themselves into the fridge, while the dishes cleaned and put themselves away.

Hermione supervised this before looking at Malfoy and saying, "I'm going to bed. You might want to do the same, and remember: don't come into my room." She turned away and went upstairs, leaving Malfoy alone.

"Why would I want to go into your room, Granger?" he voiced his thoughts out loud, as if there was someone there listening to him. After waiting for a few minutes, he too rose and cleaned his dish before going upstairs. When he reached his room, he looked around and thought about what he was going to do with the decorations. He decided he was going to make it look like his Head's bedroom had while he had been at Hogwarts.

He changed the white carpet to soft forest green, and the curtains on the windows to a dark gray. The lamps on the nightstands changed to black marble with green covers, while the nightstands themselves changed from pine to cherry. The queen bed also changed from pine to cherry, while the bedding was changed to match the room's décor of gray, green and black. The doors remained white, but there wasn't anything Draco could do about that.

'It doesn't look all that bad,' he thought as he changed into his pajamas, and got into bed. 'It's definitely different from the pastel and white color scheme she had been decorating the room with. I think it looks a lot better actually.' With these last thoughts, Draco drifted into sleep.

Draco woke up to sound of an alarm clock going off. It was coming from Hermione's room, but she must have had it set loud enough to wake everyone in the house up. He got up and with a flick of his wand, the bed was made. Grabbing his clothes, he headed towards the bathroom; only to see Hermione get there first. He ran forward but by the time he got to the bathroom, Hermione had closed and locked the door.

"Come on, Granger, I should get to take a shower first! I'm the guest!" He roared, pounding on the door. In answer to him, Hermione started laughing and then humming, before her voice was drowned out by the sound of water running. "That's not fair!"

Sulking, Draco went back into his room and sat on the bed. After about twenty minutes he heard the water shut off, and about five minutes later a fully dressed and happy-looking Hermione came out of the bathroom.

"Finally, you're out of the bathroom," he said, just loud enough the make sure that he was heard. Hermione frowned.

"I wasn't in there that long. Stop whining you big baby," she retorted. When Draco passed her on the way to the bathroom, he said,

"Why don't you be a good host and make me some breakfast?"

Hermione's frown deepened. "What do I look like, your maid?" When Draco nodded, she smacked him upside the head. "I am not your maid!" She attempted to hit him again, but he ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

"You got the shower first and I had to wait all that time for you to come out. The least you could do is make breakfast," he told her from his safe spot, hiding behind the door. Hermione sighed in mock-defeat.

"Alright, but I'm not doing it for you. I happen to be hungry." The end of her sentence was drowned out by the sound of running water, and Hermione glared at the door. Shaking her head she went downstairs and started making scrambled eggs. She was almost done when Harry Apparated into her living room.

"Smells good, Hermione," Harry said as he walked in and sat down at the table.

"Good morning, Harry. Where's Pansy?"

"Still sleeping. I didn't want to wake her up so I left her a note saying where I was going. Hopefully, I'll be back before she wakes up anyways." Hermione nodded, and Harry continued. "I stopped by to see who you got as a partner, and to talk to you about work. You said you were taking off the first -"

Harry was cut off by Malfoy, who was standing on the stairs in Hermione's bathrobe. "Granger, where are the towels?" Harry's eyes widened when he heard Malfoy's voice, and he turned to Hermione with a disbelieving look on his face. Hermione didn't pay any attention to Harry, but she did tell Draco that the towels were on the shelves behind the door, and if he had looked before asking he would have found them without her help. Once he went back upstairs, she turned back to the stove.

"Malfoy, is your partner?" he asked incredulously. Hermione simply nodded and continued cooking the bacon and sausages. Harry shook his head. "I can't believe Dumbledore would even think of putting you and Malfoy together. That's just… mean." Hermione nodded in agreement, and took the sausages off the stove.

"What were you saying before Malfoy so rudely interrupted?" Hermione grabbed three plates, and set one in front of Harry, putting the other one as far away from them as possible, while keeping the third for herself.

"I was going to ask you if you were sure that you wanted to take the first week off, but now that I see who your partner is, I think it's best that you do. Can you pass the bacon?" Harry grabbed the bacon that Hermione handed him and continued. "I don't think bringing Malfoy to Marauders would be the smartest idea. He probably doesn't have the best influence on kids. He hasn't done anything bad to you has he?"

"Surprisingly no, he hasn't. We've just had a few small arguments, but that's all. He seems to have changed, at least a little bit. He's not as immature as he used to be." At this point, the topic of conversation entered the room, and stopped when he saw Harry sitting at the table.

"What's he doing here?" Draco asked Hermione, curiosity evident in his voice.

"He is my friend, and when you have friends, they usually come to visit you. He also happens to be my boss, and we were talking about work," Hermione stated in matter-of-fact way. "I hope you don't mind."

"No, I don't. I just wasn't expecting to walk into your kitchen and see Wonder Boy sitting there. You could have warned me."

"What for? He's my guest, it wasn't like he came to attack you or something," she replied before sighing heavily. "Just grab your plate and eat, please."

Draco complied, before curiosity got the better of him again. "You said he's your boss?" Hermione nodded and opened her mouth to tell Draco about her job, but Harry beat her to it.

"Yeah, Hermione's the principal of the kindergarten I founded. It's called the Marauders Playhouse. You might have heard of it," he paused while Draco nodded. "She also teaches the Early Transfiguration class."

"You have kindergarteners learning Transfiguration? How? They don't have their wands yet do they?" Draco asked, disbelief sketched across his face.

Hermione smiled. "No Malfoy, they don't have their wands yet. They don't do magic. I just teach them about Transfiguration, and demonstrate when the need arises. Simple as that," she shrugged. "They like it a lot. You'll see next week."

Draco nodded, and for the rest of breakfast talked with Harry about Quidditch among other things. Occasionally, a topic that Hermione liked to talk about would come up, and she would join in. Soon Harry and Draco were talking like old friends, and relating things between their lives. Hermione couldn't help but smile, who would have thought that over breakfast the two could almost be considered friends.

About halfway through the conversation on why Dumbledore had them do this, Harry leapt from his feet and Disapparated. Draco frowned and turned to Hermione for an explanation, who simply said,

"He must have remembered about Pansy. I'm sure she's awake by now." Draco nodded, and without thinking washed all the dishes with a flick of his wand. Hermione raised an eyebrow and said, "Thanks, I was going to do that. We don't have anything to do today, so you can do whatever you want. I'll probably be in the study working on some stuff for Marauders."

"Okay," Draco said. He stood up and followed Hermione into the study. "I'll just sit here and read I guess." After about an hour of silence, where Draco flipped through some books, unable to find anything interesting and Hermione worked on some paperwork that had been owled in, Hermione turned to him.

"You can go watch TV if you want." After receiving a blank look, she said, "Come on, follow me. I'll show you." She walked out of the study and stopped before a big black box. Grabbing the remote, she flipped through some channels until she came to the movie channel. "Here, why don't you watch Star Wars. I think you'll like it." She popped some popcorn and handed it to him. "Maybe we'll go out for dinner tonight. What do you think?"

Draco nodded distractedly. He was to absorbed in the movie to pay attention to anything Hermione said. She just smiled and went back to working in the study. After another hour though, she came back out and watched the rest of the Phantom Menace with Draco. After that they watched the second Star Wars movie, and ate grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch.

By the time the second movie was over, Draco was completely fascinated by the TV. "How does this thing work?" He asked Hermione, who showed him how to work the TV, VCR and DVD players. "This is awesome! How come wizards don't have TVs? They should!" Hermione laughed at his childish remark, but didn't reply. Instead she grabbed her house keys (just in case) and her purse and said,

"Come on, let's go out to dinner tonight. I'll even let you pick where we go." Draco named the restaurant he wanted to eat at, and they left. A few hours later they returned, stuffed and tired. Hermione collapsed on the couch, and said,

"I'm sleeping in tomorrow. You can take a shower first, but only if you fix breakfast as well. Deal?"

"Deal." Draco confirmed. "Now, I'm going to bed." He turned and walker up the stairs, heading for his room.

"Good night, Malfoy," Hermione called up the stairs. Draco didn't answer and a short while later, Hermione also went upstairs and went to sleep.

A/N: I don't know when I'm going to update after this. Soon hopefully. I have to write it out still, and think about it more. Hope you all liked the second chapter. It was longer than the first one, and I'll try to keep all the chapters about this length, but there are probably going to be shorter ones. Hope nobody minds.

Another thing, seriously, if there are any mistakes or anything tell me okay? I want to make this the best story it can possibly be. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them. I'll try to answer them to the best of my ability. I won't tell you anything that has to do with the plot though... laughs evilly Okay, I'm better now. Please review, your thoughts are appreciated.

It's possible I'll hand out morecookies next time I update if you review.Maybe I'll hand out cakes instead... what do you think?
-Sayaku-