Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Surprising huh?

A/N: Hey, is everyone excited about the 6th book! I am! Only eleven more days!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I decided to stick with the cookies, so here's a cookie to everyone who reviewed. Before I list you all, I wanted to say that because some of you reviewed the first chapter and asked questions, I'm going to answer those questions here even if you didn't review for the second chapter yet. That might be confusing so I hope you got the message there.

Aquiliusdivine: It's not relevant to the story at all, but yes two people died. In the first chapter, when Hermione is thinking about the final battle it says that Voldemort shot down two of their fighters. I decided that those two people are Justin Finch-fletchley and Katie Bell. But like I said, it's not really relevant to the story line, so it didn't really matter who died. :)
Guilty until proven innocent: Thanks again for reviewing. I hope you like this chapter as well.
Slytherin-kittycat: I'm just as flattered that you bothered reading this at all. It's not relevant either, but Draco changed simply because of his mother and his father. He hates his father and he loves his mother and his mother asked him not to join the Deatheaters. Another reason why he joined the "light" side was so that after the war he wouldn't have to take orders from anyone. I can't wait to write the chapters were Draco goes to Marauders. It's going to be fun!
EmilyEB, Kandygurl4, and IrethMalfoy: Thanks for reviewing.

To everyone, here's chapter three. Hope everyone likes it.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," a voice said. Hermione thought that the voice sounded oddly familiar, but then again, she had just been dreaming about him. She pulled the covers up around her to drown out whoever was bothering her, but the voice wouldn't give up. "Fine, I'll have to wake you up the hard way then." Next thing Hermione knew, the voice was right next to her ear, and with an overly loud "BOO!" her eyes shot open, and she sat straight up in bed.

Draco Malfoy was sitting next to her on the bed, laughing so hard it looked like he was going to die from lack of oxygen. She narrowed her eyes, and said in a dangerously soft voice,

"I thought I told you that you weren't allowed in my room." At this, Draco managed to stop laughing and looked her in the face.

"Well yeah, but knocking on the door didn't help, and neither did yelling from outside the room. I couldn't think of any other way to wake you up. And it worked didn't it?" He turned to her and put on his best innocent face while Hermione continued glaring at him.

"And why did you feel you had to wake me up?"

Draco just smiled confidently at her. "I already took my shower, and went downstairs to make breakfast. The only problem is: there's nothing in your kitchen I can make breakfast with. No food anyways. I did look. How am I supposed to make breakfast for you now?" Draco frowned as he finished, but then changed his expression to that of depressed. "Oh woe is me. All I wanted to do was make my wonderful hostess breakfast. How should I go about doing that without ingredients?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed the melodramatic boy off her bed. "You can start by getting out of my room, and finish with getting yourself ready to leave. If what you say is true, it looks like we have some more shopping to do," she finished in a sing-song voice.

Draco groaned as he heard Hermione mention shopping, but when she stood over him and kicked him in the leg, he got up and ran out of the room, closing the door as he left. She grabbed her clothes and headed for the bathroom. Pausing, she frowned and muttered a simple locking spell at the door. That should keep him out long enough for her to hop in the shower and finish getting ready.

Sure enough, when Hermione headed into the kitchen, every cupboard was empty. The fridge didn't have anything that was safe to eat in the morning, and even her milk was running dangerously low. Hermione sighed dejectedly.

'I just made sandwiches yesterday, how come I didn't notice the lack of food? I guess I was too busy worrying about having Draco in my house. Wait… did I just call Malfoy, Draco?' Hermione shook her head to clear her thoughts and walked into the living room. Draco was sitting on the couch, watching TV and looking like he could stay there all day.

"Come on Malfoy, we have to go buy some food before you starve. Heaven knows that would be such a terrible thing," she said as she grabbed her wallet from the coffee table, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"Ouch. Are you always such a wonderful person in the morning, or is it just me?" More sarcasm, this time coming from the "starving" Draco Malfoy.

Hermione smiled. "I like to think that it's just you, or because of you. Now would you get your butt off my couch and come on already?"

"I'm coming. Geez woman, don't get your robes in a twist. Where are we even going?" Draco got up and slouched over to the door where Hermione was waiting for him, exasperation filling his voice.

Hermione ignored his question but said, "It's about 10:30 now, so we could go eat breakfast first if you want to. You know, to save you from starving," she paused here as Draco's face lit up and he nodded enthusiastically. Was it just her or was he reaching all new emotional extremes this morning?

"Then we can go shopping." As Draco's face fell she added, "I don't care how much you hate shopping, you are coming and you are going to behave. Is that clear young man?" Draco looked at her with disgust etched on his face, only to see her smiling and fighting back laughter. He rolled his eyes, but nodded all the same.

"Fine Mudblood, can we go already?" The Malfoy family smirk had finally made it's appearance, along with an obvious look of mischief. Hermione frowned at the word "Mudblood" but then again this was Malfoy she was talking to, so she let it slide while using another clichéd nickname.

"Sure thing Master Ferret," Hermione held the door open to a now fuming Malfoy, beckoning him through before she herself went outside. Smiling triumphantly, she walked towards a small silver car. Giggling silently, she walked around to the passenger side, motioning for him to follow. Opening the door with a large flourish, Hermione stated in a clear voice, "Your carriage awaits Sir."

Draco by now was beyond fuming, but he got inside the car anyway and held his tongue until Hermione had seated herself and started the car with a pair of keys she pulled from her pocket.

"What the hell was that all about?" The very annoyed Draco asked, his eyes flashing dangerously in her direction. At this Hermione started giggling uncontrollably, which only served to making Draco more upset. 'Two can play at this game,' he thought, calming himself down and letting his trademark smirk slide back into place.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Draco put on the best 'miserable' face he could manage (which was a fairly good one) and pouted as he walked behind Hermione. He whined all the way to their seats, and when they had sat down and Hermione turned to glare at him, he said in a childish voice, "Don't look at me like that. I don't like it here."

Hermione gave him a worried glance and said, "Really? Well, you're just going to have to deal with that aren't you?" Draco, who had nodded when she asked him 'really' was now slouched down in his seat, pouting. Hermione couldn't help but think that this would be very funny if it wasn't happening to her.

"Draco Malfoy, you are 21 years old. Start acting like it!" Hermione hissed across the table of the booth they were seated at as she saw the waiter returning with their food. To this, Draco only slouched further down, but flashed her a quick smile/smirk before pouting again.

The waiter set down their foods and raised an eyebrow at Hermione, who smiled and said, "He's having an off-day today. He suffers from a rare mental disease, and it causes him to get terribly upset. I'm sorry about all of this." The waiter nodded and left, glancing over at Draco again before going back into the kitchen.

Draco waited for the waiter to disappear before rounding on Hermione. She was cutting her pancakes into small pieces and was too busy to notice the death glare that Draco was sending her. After a while though, she looked up and asked in an innocently confused voice, "Why aren't you eating your waffles Draco? Is there something wrong with them?"

Draco's glare only deepened, though he did start cutting his waffles up rather aggressively. Hermione couldn't help but smile at how upset she had gotten him. She knew she was going to pay for it later, but it was to much fun to stop now. Once they were safely back in the car Hermione added, "You know, none of this would have started if you hadn't woken me up like you did this morning."

"No, none of this would have happened if you hadn't been so bent on showing me to the car in the most humiliating way possible," he returned almost instantly.

"I don't think so. Do not go blaming me for this. You're the one acting like a selfish, four year old brat. You knew trying to humiliate me would backfire, it always did in school and it did today. I don't see why you have to make everything my fault."

"That's because it is your fault. You're the Mudblood here. It's your job to claim all the screw-ups," Draco vehemently said as they drove towards the market. He felt something coil and uncoil deep down near his stomach, and he knew he had finally gone too far. Hermione refused to look at him, and they didn't say anything else until they reached the parking lot.

Hermione got out without even glancing at Draco, and after locking the doors walked away as though he wasn't with her. She grabbed a cart and started wheeling it around the store, grabbing anything she thought they needed, and completely ignoring the sulking Slytherin that was walking behind her. Draco kept shooting Hermione glances, trying to get her to look at him or talk to him and by the time they got to the checkout aisle, Hermione snapped.

"What?" she hissed at him as she paid for everything she had bought. She still refused to look at him, but Draco almost smiled in relief. At least she was talking to him again, or wasn't afraid to hiss at him. He didn't answer her, but followed her to the car and helped her put everything in the car in silence. When they got in the car, he turned to her.

"Look, what I said was wrong, and -"

"Mean, and rude and totally like something you would say?" Hermione asked, interrupting him not even halfway through his speech.

"No, well, yes but that wasn't what I was getting at." Hermione just huffed at this and started driving. "What I was going to say was, that what I said was wrong and I shouldn't have said it at all. I didn't stop to think about it, and if I had I wouldn't have said it. So I guess what I'm saying is that I," Draco gave a big sigh that caused Hermione to glance at him out of the corner of her eye. He was avoiding looking at her, but she could tell that what he was saying was sincere. When he finally turned to look at her he truly seemed to regret what he had said, she could see it in his eyes. "I'm … sorry." He finished by lowering his head in a defeated and shamed way before turning back to the window.

"You're forgiven, I guess. Just don't do it again," Hermione muttered, focusing her attention on the road and not on the slumped figure in the passenger seat. He watched her silently as she drove, and he found himself semi-glad that she had accepted his apology. He didn't even really know why he had apologized, he had felt like he had no choice in the matter. He couldn't help but think that maybe it had to do with living with her. If he was already apologizing to her on the third day here, he didn't even want to think what he would be doing by the time he left.

His thought process was broken by Hermione pulling into the driveway. He help her carry everything into the house, but she dismissed his help in putting it all away. With a flick of her wand all the groceries put themselves away, and glancing at the clock, Hermione noted that it was already 2 o'clock. Walking into the living room, she found Draco already sitting in front of the TV, watching a re-run of the Brady Bunch.

"Having fun?" she asked, sitting next to him on the couch as he nodded. Then he turned to her and he gave her the tiniest smile possible before saying,

"Now that we have food, and because I didn't get to make breakfast, I'm going to make lunch. What do you want?" Hermione thought about it for a second and then shrugged.

"Whatever you want to make is fine. I'm not picky." Draco shrugged his shoulders and rose from the couch, heading for the kitchen. A half-hour later he came back out, carrying a platter of turkey sandwiches and a pitched of lemonade. Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

"Seeing as it's tea time, I thought we could have a tea party. Only with lemonade, and without those little cakes that people serve," he smiled at her before continuing. "We'll have to wait for those cakes, they're still baking." Hermione was watching him with awe.

"You know how to have a tea party?" she asked as he set down the platter and summoned two plates and cups.

"Of course I do Granger, you're forgetting who my mother is. Narcissa loves having tea parties, and during break I was invited to every single one of them. I know what I'm doing, trust me," Draco said as he filled her glass with the pink lemonade. He set it in front of her before filling his own glass. Then he set the platter in the middle of the table, and placed their plates in front of them.

In his most respectful voice, Draco turned to Hermione and said, "Would you like a sandwich? The ones on the left only have mayonnaise, while the ones on the right have everything on them. Sorry, but I didn't know which type you liked."

Hermione smiled and grabbed one of the mayo-only sandwiches and put it on her plate. "For future reference, I only like mayonnaise on turkey sandwiches. Thanks for considering it."

"What kind of host would I be if I didn't consider it, Granger?" Draco asked as he grabbed himself one of the sandwiches on the right.

"A very bad one," she admitted truthfully, smiling as Draco tentatively took a bite of his sandwich.

"Hey, they aren't all that bad. I was sure I was going to mess something up," he joked. Hermione laughed again and took a bite of her sandwich before nodding in agreement. Draco grabbed the remote to the TV and shut it off, turning to Hermione and saying, "What should we talk about while we eat?"

Hermione shrugged her shoulders, and returned the question. Draco stopped to think about it, and after awhile suggested that they just tell each other about themselves and what they did for a living. Hermione nodded and said,

"You know what my job is, but I don't know anything about what you do. Would you mind indulging me?"

"Have you heard of Malfoy Incorporated?" Hermione frowned, but then her face lit up in recognition and she nodded. "Well, I started the company and I run it. That's about it."

"That's all? Doesn't Malfoy Inc. own a bunch of companies and stores though? That must be harder than running a kindergarten," Hermione said, her brown eyes pointing at Draco expectantly.

"Yeah, I guess it is harder than running a kindergarten, but then again I just deal with the really important stuff. I have people who work on all the paperwork and everything like that, and I supervise. It's not as hard as everyone imagines it to be. Yes, Malfoy Inc. does own a lot of companies and stores. This might surprise you, but about half of the companies I own are muggle companies. I felt like branching out, and doing something out of the ordinary. This way more people know about me though, so I guess that could be a big factor also. My turn to ask you a question right?" Draco asked, and Hermione nodded. "Are your parents still alive?"

"Yeah, they live not to far from here. In the next town over actually. They were glad that I moved so close to them, but in reality I moved here so I could Apparate easier. This house isn't easy to spy on, so the chances of muggle neighbors seeing me disappear into thin air are very slim. How about you? I mean, I know your father isn't alive but you mentioned your mother," Hermione paled slightly when she spoke of Lucius. She hated him so much, but Draco must hate him more. 'Did I have to mention him?' she thought desperately, hoping that Draco wouldn't get mad.

On the contrary, Draco didn't get upset at all. "Yes, my mother is living in Hogsmeade, up in the hills. I bought her a house up there after I inherited the manor. That bastard didn't leave her anything," Draco frowned as he finished. "She likes it there though. It's quiet and she has time to do whatever she likes. The house isn't as big as the manor, but she wanted it that way. She has time to do what she loves now, so I'm happy for her." Hermione nodded silently. She had never heard Draco talk about his mother before, but she could tell that he loved the woman very much.

A peaceful silence surrounded them as they finished eating. Draco turned the TV back on after awhile, and they sat watching Pirates of the Caribbean: the Curse of the Black Pearl. Soon afterwards Hermione went up to bed, and Draco sat alone in the now dark family room. Telling Hermione about his mother had reminded him that he hadn't written to her in a while, so he snuck into Hermione's study and wrote her a letter talking about his first few days at Hermione's house.

He finished the letter and owled it using Falon. He hadn't asked for a reply, but Draco made sure that the owlery window was open just in case Narcissa kept him longer than he was needed. Then he headed off to sleep.

The next few days passed with little incident. Hermione worked on some paperwork for Marauders, and Draco watched a lot of TV. They started going on walks in the evening, because it was something Hermione had done before she found out that Draco would be coming to stay. Like usual, they got into a few arguments, but they always stopped before it escalated into something nasty. On Draco's fifth day there, Hermione had to pay the bills.

Hermione heard the mailman come, and she hurried to the door to get the mail. On the doormat there were four envelopes. Two of the four were bills that she had to pay, one was a letter from her parents (they never quite got the hang of owl post) and the fourth was a letter from her father's business. Dropping the bills in her study, Hermione opened her parents letter.

Her mother told her all about the new diet she was on, and invited her to go shopping with her next Tuesday. Hermione already had a piece of paper out and was politely declining when she noticed a post script. It was her father's handwriting and it said thatches should get a letter from his company. He had sent her tickets of some sort. Hermione glanced at the other envelope before turning back to the post script. It didn't say anything else about the tickets, except that Ron or Harry might like to go with her.

Hermione finished writing the letter to her mother, before opening the other letter. Inside were two tickets to a professional basketball game, for that Saturday night. Hermione was thinking of just giving them to Harry and Ron when an idea hit her. She didn't know if Draco had ever been to a basketball game, or if he knew anything about it at all, but she thought it would be fun to take him to see it. Maybe he would like it, after all he was into Quidditch, and they weren't all that different.

Smiling, Hermione wrote the date down on the calendar and hid the tickets in her purse. This was going to be fun.

A/N: Hope you liked it. I'll update soon, I promise. I might make you wait a week though, cuz I'm going to be really busy over the next fews days. I have to finish planning a party today, throw the party tomorrow, and then I'm going over to a friends house. So I'm not going to be able to update until at least the ninth.

I'll give everyone cakes next chapter if they review. Any type of cake you want.
-Sayaku-