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Thanks to krissy, my one and only and first reviewer! I appreciate it that you found time to review and found my fic interesting, hope you come back for more, since I'll definitely keep this going.
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Moments ago…
"Oh, crap, this headache's blinding me…" Malfoy staggered along the corridor and to the end door. "Merlin, this damn door's locked."
He took out his wand and flicked it, muttering the unlocking charm. He opened the door and…
"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Malfoy's eyes widened as he realized his mistake.
***
Hermione has just finished her shower and is now wearing a bathrobe.
Thirty minutes to go… I wonder how will these men look like…"Alohamora…"
Hermione froze as she heard someone whisper the unlocking charm and as the doorknob jingled. Turning around quickly, clutching her bathrobe tightly around her, she saw a blonde man in the open doorway – and screamed.
She stared at him with horror and amusement as his eyes widened.
This man looks very familiar…
She caught sight of the Ministry badge.
Merlin, this is one of the Ministry men? Gods, he's young…
The man just stood there, as though at lost for something to do… and smirked.
No way… Blonde hair, a smirk… Malfoy?
Hermione finally regained her poise and voice.
"Damnit Mr. Malfoy! Haven't you thought that there must be a reason for a bathroom door to be locked?!" She yelled at him, pushing him outside and locking the door once more. She turned to the mirror, where her reflection was smirking back at her.
Don't tell me, I have to live with him…
***
"Draco? What happened? I believe our student is –" Harry has just reached Draco, with Ron at his heels.
"In the bathroom, I know, I found it the hard way." Malfoy replied, rubbing his ear. "I have a splitting headache, I'm blind AND deaf, could my life be any more perfect?"
Ron ignored the remark. "I have a question though," He looked at Malfoy, puzzled. "Did she just call you 'Mr. Malfoy' or my ears just deceived me?"
"Hell, she did."
"How would she have known and why the formality 'Mister'?" Ron gaped. "We learned about her only today, and she didn't address us using our names in her greeting card."
"Greeting card?"
"She left us one, telling us that she's in the shower – obviously, as an attempt to keep this from happening."
"Sorr-rry, I mean, you're not the one who has this headache."
"Oh, yeah? Then what do you think this bump on my forehead is? A lucky charm?"
Harry just rolled his eyes at the two, who has started to bicker once more. "Probably she's met other Malfoys, noticed your hair and any facial expression would have given your identity away as your father's face has been plastered on the front page of the Daily Prophet for a couple of months when we were in seventh year and not to mention the tons of 'wanted' posters. As for the formality, she could've noticed your badge and with common sense, deduced that you are the Ministry official to be staying at this house with her."
"Clever deduction, Scar head." Draco commented, as he and Ron stopped arguing. "Nevertheless, I can't believe I blew up my plans of meeting a woman – a young one at that."
Ron coughed. "You'd want to meet you anyway? Maybe a ferret, but I doubt if our collegian would want to."
"Stop making wisecracks about the student and me, Weasel. I saw her, and you didn't!"
Ron's face paled. "You did?"
"Yes, Weasley, nice body, she has –."
"Damnit Mr. Malfoy! I wouldn't allow you to talk to Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter as though you saw me naked! I'm not promiscuous and you all very well know it!" The door suddenly had a loud, angry feminine voice coming from behind it.
Draco gaped. "How did she-?"
"How did I what, Mr. Malfoy?" Hermione replied huffily, disgruntled at being talked about as though she wasn't just a door away from them.
"How did you know us?"
Hermione, still behind the door, inaudibly sighed. "What -besides the fact that you called each other Weasley, Malfoy and Scar head for quite sometime? I believe Mr. Potter's view also somehow gives light to this situation."
Malfoy's pale skin suddenly had a slight pinkish color while Ron sniggered at Draco's expense.
Harry decided to use his vocal chords once more. "Um, excuse me, miss," He paused, expecting for the woman to say her surname but was disappointed so he continued. "I don't think there's a need to call us Misters and you could just call us by our given names, namely Harry, Ron and Draco."
"Why is that so?" The voice was finally calm.
"Well, actually, we are younger than you – you, miss, as we assume, are twenty-one years old since you are in your fourth year at the university; we are only twenty years old."
"You sure assume a lot."
"Yes miss," Ron interjected solemnly. "And forgive our rudeness, most especially Draco's – he's a special child, terrible infliction has come upon him, difficult, I know, but I deal with him out of pity."
"Hey!" Draco reacted.
Giggles were heard from the bathroom.
"Um, miss?"
"Wait a second, I'll just dry my hair, Harry."
Harry stared at the door. Something about the way she said Harry rang in his head. Could it be-?
Creak…
"Well, well, well, Malfoy, serves your face right for invading MY privacy."
The door had opened and out came Hermione, the girl, well technically a woman now, they never thought to see again, grinning at them.
Draco's mouth dropped. "Granger?"