Chapter 6-

Hullo. Today has been a very bad day for me (I got into a bad car accident -nobody got hurt, but my car was totaled-) and I wasn't going to update, but I decided that writing might settle me down a little, so here it goes…

Draco finally reached the cabin about 45 minutes later. He was glad too since he was starving. But Draco was greatly disappointed when he saw that all of the lights were off in the cabin. He took a quick glance at his watch and saw that it was 10:00 at night. 'Damn.' he thought. 'She must have got tired of waiting and went to sleep.' He moaned as the thought of him having to cook something for himself crossed his mind. He had never even went into a kitchen before. 'Great! Just great!' he concluded as he reached the house and walked in. (Hermione had left the door unlocked)

Draco was about to just go to his room and go to bed, but something caught his eyes. It seemed to be a dim light coming from near the kitchen. He walked toward the light and saw that the dinning room was illuminated by candle light. The table was set with two plates and there was a vase with lilacs in it. The smell hit his nose and he smiled. Then, he saw that on one of the plates there was a piece of parchment. He walked to it and picked it up.

Draco,

I decided that since I tricked you into running so far and I made you help me in a lie to Mr. Carnal, that I would make you a nice dinner. I am, as you read this, changing my clothes. You might want to do the same (since you did run so far and I am sure the heat made you sweat) Dinner will be promptly at 10:30. Do not be late, or I will eat it all and you will go hungry.

Until dinner,
Hermione Anne Granger.

Draco was confused for a moment, but then he couldn't prevent the smile that was breaking out on his face. Then a thought crossed his mind. 'What should I wear?' he thought. "Is it supposed to be formal? I didn't really bring a lot of nice clothes. I guess I will just wear something neutral.' he decided before scurrying off to his room to freshen up.

At 10:30, Draco walked into the dining room and took a seat at the table. The food was already there. It was steak, mashed potatoes, and corn. It smelled great and Draco could barely contain himself. His stomach wanted nothing more than to start gobbling down the food in front of him, but his pureblood manners made him wait for Hermione.

It was well worth the wait for Draco because when Hermione appeared in the doorway, Draco totally forgot about being hungry. Hermione was wearing a blood-red sundress that went down to her mid-thigh and red, heeled flip-flops. She had pulled her hair back into an elegant French braid leaving a few curly strand down to frame her face.

Draco stared at her for several minutes, causing Hermione to blush deep crimson, before mentally slapping himself. When he regained himself, he stood and moved to pull out the chair for her. "You look very nice, Hermione." he said politely, knowing that the word nice was nowhere near the word that he wanted to say. Something more like 'ravishing' would fit better, but he couldn't say that to her. This was Mudblood Granger! He couldn't have these thoughts about her. They hated each other…well not exactly hate. They did have that truce, right?

"Thank you. You look…nice too." she said awkwardly as she took the offered seat with a smile.

"This," he started, gesturing to the neatly prepared table and food, "looks great!!"

"Thanks," she said, blushing slightly. "I thought that it would be a nice break from the T.V. dinners that we have been having every night."

Meanwhile, Draco was staring at his food longingly.

Hermione noticed this and couldn't keep the smile off of her face as Draco, her archenemy, reminded her so much of her two best friends, Harry and Ron. 'All men are always hungry.' she thought right before saying, "Well, lets eat then."

Draco nodded eagerly and began eating immediately.

They ate in silence.

When they were finally finished eating, Hermione stood up to clear the dishes. Draco noticed this and promptly got up and helped her. They carried the dishes into the kitchen where Hermione began running dishwater. As the water began foaming, Draco asked what he could do to help.

"Umm, why don't you dry while I wash?" she responded as she handed him a clean towel.

"Okay."

When they were finished, Draco turned to Hermione once again. "Thank you for dinner. It was great."

Hermione smiled at the compliment. "You're welcome, Draco. I am very glad that you liked it. I got burned when I was grilling the steak, so I am glad that it was worth it." she said.

Draco smirked at her and said, "I never would have thought that a muggle could have made food as good as a wizard." he joked.

Hermione's smile disappeared and was replaced by a deep frown. "What? Just because they aren't pureblood wizards like you, they can't do things just as good?!!" she yelled.

"Huh?"

"You just can't escape your pureblood prince ways, can you?"

"Hermione, I---"

"No, forget it. See if I ever do anything nice for you again!!!"

"Wait." he said as he grabbed her arm to ensure that she wouldn't leave.

"LET GO OF ME!!!!" she said in a low growl.

"No, not until you hear me out! I was only joking. I thought that we were friends…"

"FRIENDS? Friends? How can you be friends with a stupid, ugly MUDBLOOD like me??" she yelled as she tried to pry her arm from his tight grasp.

Draco froze at her words. 'Mudblood? They sound so wrong, so bad coming out of her mouth.' he thought, but was brought back to reality by the sound of her voice.

"You have always tried your hardest to prove that I don't belong in the wizarding world over these past years." she began in a quiet, hurt voice. "Then I thought that things were beginning to change. I thought that maybe you were looking past my family, but I guess I was wrong. You will NEVER get past you heartless, pureblood nature!!!!!!"

"Look, Granger. I am not just a heartless pureblood! Things have changed. I have changed. I am not my father."

"Right, Malfoy. You are an exact copy of your father!" she retorted.

'No." Draco thought. 'I don't want to be my father.' Suddenly, he felt the need to prove it to her. So, he did the only thing that he could think of. He pulled her close to him and pressed his lips to her in a deep kiss.

Hermione was too shocked to move. She just stood there and let him kiss her, but she didn't kiss him back.

Then, Draco pulled away and held her at an arms length. He watched her carefully to gage her reaction. She blinked a few times, but that was it. She just stared at him blankly, anger forgotten.

Draco cleared his throat and licked his lips.

Hermione, who finally snapped out of her stupor, said, "Why did you do that?"

Draco didn't know what to say. 'Why did I do that?' he asked himself. 'I couldn't…like her, could I?' Draco brushed that thought off immediately. "I don't know. Maybe we should just go to bed and talk in the morning."

Hermione nodded and turned to leave. "night." Draco called to her.

"Night." she replied as she closed the door.

'Why did he kiss me? Why didn't I stop him?' these question continued echoing in her mind as the night progressed. But one question haunted her the most, 'I couldn't…like him, could I?'

Both Draco and Hermione had a very restless night as they tried to figure out their feeling for each other. They only finally got rest when they decided that it was not liking but hormones that attracted them to each other. There was no real attraction.

AN- Well, that's all. Until next time. (I am going to try to update one of my stories tomorrow.)

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