A/N" Here's another chapter! I own no hp stuff
Chapter 6: Parents arrive, it might not be horrible
The next morning I woke with a start. Malfoy was poking me with his wand.
" OMIGOSH!' I yelled, jumping up and scaring the bujeesus out of him. " What are you doing?" I yelled.
" I've been up for an hour, this noise keeps coming from this other weird muggle thing." he said. I could here the phone ringing. I sat up. Once again, Malfoy was neat and clean, his hair sleeked back perfectly. I had slept better, but I was definitely a site for sore eyes.
" How do you do that?" I asked him.
" Do what?"
" Be all neat and clean in the morning and all that junk, I mean my hair takes forever do comb… its not fair!" I whined. He shrugged.
" Well the hair is natural, " I tisked, yeah right, " But since Voldemort visits from time to time, father wants me to look my best." He said. I threw my pillow at him and stood up.
" That's a bunch of bull, natural, my butt." But the last part of his sentence had clicked in my mind. I turned around.
" Voldemort comes to your house?" I asked with astonishment. Malfoy smirked.
" Yes we have good chats on how to kill Muggles, it quite informative." He said.
" Go away, I need to change, and while your at it, un-plug that damn phone." I said. He left so I could change. It was weird at first having him at my house, but after almost a week, it seemed normal to me. We started tutoring on Saturday, my parents where to be coming home that day also, so we had to clean. Apparently Malfoy hadn't cleaned one thing in his life. I gave him a crash course. He turned out to be an OK cleaner. The house was spotless when I started on Transfiguration. Because we'd have to practice magic as we study, the last time Dumbledore stopped by he put a charm on my house so we could do it with out a problem He also seemed happier that we where getting along. I was going to start with the basics, so I grabbed 2 pennies and handed one to Malfoy who was sitting at my kitchen table.
" OK, do you know how to change this penny into a thimble?" I asked him. He gave me a blank look.
" Remember Hermionie, my average is 14 percent, no I do not." He said.
" Then how did you get through your fifth and under years?" He smirked and gave a little laugh.
" I told you a million times but your pretty good at ignoring me, I have an evil father!" he exclaimed. I laughed, I should have known. We started in on the penny. He managed a very copper thimble that said " In god we trust " on it. It wasn't bad, but could use improving. He was really good at charms once I explained it to him. He even put a talking spell on my cat and Mr. Whiskers told me he wanted name brand cat food. Kind of freaky but funny too. I heard my parents car at around five o'clock.
" just go with what I say." I said in a low voice as the car doors slammed. My parents firstly, didn't know that I was tutoring someone form my school and secondly, they didn't know it was a guy and that they where staying the whole summer. But luckily, I had told my mother about Malfoy and how much I hated him. As soon a they had gotten inside they stopped. My dad dropped his suitcase on his toe.
" Hi mom, hi dad." I said. My mom's sun burned face gave a look of recollection. She must have remembered me describing Malfoy. Malfoy sat so still it was a bit scary.
" Uh yeah, this is Draco Malfoy, He's one of them " special kids" and I'm toutering him ove rthe summer, he'll be staying here to." I said. I felt Draco kick me from unde rthe table. My mom smiled and gave me a hug.
" Well, I thought that's who he was, Hello Draco, I'm Emily Granger." my mom smiled and stuck out her hand.
" Shake it." I hissed. He did so. My father looked more relieved.
" So this is that Malfoy character, the one you said you 'd like to decapitate?" He asked me. I turned red and looked over at Malfoy who was smirking.
" Yes dad this is the guy I'd like to kill, I almost succeeded if it weren't for you saying anything." I said with sarcasm.
' Sorry! Well, at least you hate each other." He said with a smile, kissing me.
" We had such a good time, but I feel like a nap." My dad said with a yawn. I nodded.
" Oh mom, My headmaster from Hogwarts stopped by and put a charm on out house so I can do magic with out getting into trouble." I said.
" Oh goodie, I won't have to do the dishes for the summer." said my dad, making his way up the stairs. My mom stayed down and talked with me, Malfoy hadn't said a word.
" How's the past weeks been?" She asked, sipping a glass of hot tea. I told her about Harry and his new girlfriend.
" Harry… wasn't he that famous boy who you used to have a crush on?" She asked. I could feel Malfoy's smirk getting wider and wider and my neck getting very hot.
" Yes mother! But that was a long time ago." I said. She smiled. I could usually tell my mom anything, but it was kind of hard with Malfoy sitting right behind me. I told her about what had happened with Danny. She praised Malfoy all too much for that, even though I was kinda sorta grateful for that.
" Oh you sweet boy! saved my poor little Hermionie from an evil boy!" She said, praising him. I raise my eyebrows.
" Oh it was no trouble, I'm used to helping people who are in over there heads." He said, looking at me straight in the eye. I stuck my tongue out at him. I made her a cup of soup for dinner, but she decided to hit the hay right after it. I tried to finish our tutoring, but after nearly blowing up my mother's favorite antique vase, we stopped.
" Um, yeah, Malfoy, I was thinking about getting back at Danny, Malfoy. Malfoy smiled that smile that I just can't stand .
" And want me to help you ." I nodded.
" Yeah." He shrugged.
" Sure, whatever, but I'd think that going out with Pansy would be punishment enough." He said. I looked up.
" I thought you went out with her?" I exclaimed. He nodded and then shuddered.
" That was just sick! People where wondering what was wrong with me, it was my father's set up." He said, shuddering again. We sat in silence for a moment. I fake yawned.
" I'm really tired, I'll be getting to bed." I said, picking up my charms textbook. Malfoy looked up at me.
" Okay, good night." He said. I practically ran upstairs and grabbed my diary.
Dear diary,
you know about Draco staying here, don't you ? Well I was just downstairs with him, but I know I'd have to go upstairs before I'd say something I'd regret. It was a weird feeling and I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe I don't mind him around at all.. No, NO! Why did Dumbledore have to pare me with him? I'll keep you informed Diary, I don't think I'm enjoying him being here, but the thought of enjoying him being here is almost appealing! God, I need help, or maybe I need to sleep..
I didn't finish my writing, I fell asleep with my face on my Diary.
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