As they approached Hermione's house Draco ran ahead so that he could boast he had beaten her. Draco was used to snow…He wasn't used to ice, he ran, skidded, slipped and went head first over the gate. "Ouuuuucccchhh" he moaned from the ground rubbing his head. Hermione was in fits of giggles, after all it wasn't every day you saw a Malfoy embarrass him self in such a unique and painful way "Are you ok?" she asked slightly concerned, she peered over the gate at him and noticed the ooze of blood running down his four head "DRACO!" she yelled leaping over the gate "Your bleeding!" "I beat you though…" he whimpered "Draco…you-are-bleeding!" she said trying to make him listen as she said this a spot of blood dripped from his head onto the white scarf he was wearing "OH MERLIN! IM BLEEDING!" he bawled, Hermione simply rolled her eyes and escorted a sniffling and whimpering Draco into the house. The noises he was making were similar to that of the whimpers he had made just before she punched him a few months ago… She smiled at the recollection.
Hermione's mother laughed as she cleaned Draco's head up and Hermione told her the story of how he had come to get such a gash. "That'll be a lovely scar" Her mother smiled whilst adding a band aid "No…not a scar" "What's wrong Draco? Worried it'll ruin your so called perfection?" Hermione asked seating herself on the sofa and switching on the TV "No, just don't want to resemble Potter…" he grumbled.
Snatching the remote from Hermione's hand he had a curious look plastered across his face "What's this?" he asked holding it to his ear like a phone "It's a remote control Draco, it changes the channel on the TV" she sighed and snatched it back "Like so…" she demonstrated, switching between MTV and MTV Base. "Oh" was the only answer Hermione got "Anyway…is your head feeling ok?" she asked brushing a stray lock of hair away from the place of the band aid "No, but according to my father a Malfoy must be immune to pain" Draco sighed causing Hermione to roll her eyes once more "Bullshit" she commented in a board tone as she turned her attention back to the TV "What do you mean 'Bullshit'?" Draco sounded confused yet again, all he ever seemed to be in the muggle world was confused. "Well" Hermione began "It's impossible to be immune from pain unless your dead and you don't seem dead to me, at time I wish you were dead…but ANYWAY its just impossible even your father can't be immune from pain…he's just saying to because its something you can't do there for it's something he can punish you for"
Draco seemed astounded, all that and she hadn't even stopped to take a breath "Oh" Draco responded again. The phone rang beside her and Hermione grinned at Draco and picked it up "What are you doing?" Draco mouthed as Hermione tried to stifle a giggle long enough to get her sentence out "Hello, Escorts R us, how can we hurt you?" she said in her most seductive tone "Excuse me? Draco? Escorts?" the feeble voice questioned "Oh, NO! it's me Mrs Clarke…Hermione, I was just fooling around" Draco sat with his mouth gaping open "Is Draco there?" The old woman asked "Of course" Hermione passed the phone onto Draco, it was the first time in her entire life that she had heard him speak politely to anybody "Hello Gran…Yes Gran…Of course Gran…No Gran…Ok Gran…Bye Gran" Hermione smiled at him as he handed her the phone back to hang up, "I have to go, dinners ready" he declared, "would it be ok if…I came…" Draco trailed off trying to sound confident "Sure, we eat at 5.30 when dad gets home so I'll call round for you at 6.00" Draco smiled, grabbed his coat and left "Don't run this time" she yelled as he went skidding out of the door.