Elmire, Jeefus, Thank you for the reviews, and if Marjie reviewed, I can't remember : P
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Hermione and Ginny were in the attic, doing the laundry. It was a beautiful sunny day, but only a streak of light reached their gaze.
Harry and Ron left the house to do their apperation tests this morning, leaving Hermione, Ginny and Malfoy behind.
Malfoy was feeling a bit better and was promptly set to do chores, at the moment though, he was in the little wizards room.
Ginny and Hermione still had troubles being nice to him, after all, he is still their enemy. But Lupin was their friend and he specifically asked them to be nice. So they tried.
Ginny sat in squarely in the small streak of light, and was scrubbing a shirt angrily.
Hermione on the other hand, was sitting dreamily in the dark. Her hand was fumbling lightly with the soap, but her mind was somewhere else.
This morning, when Ron was just about to leave, he came up to her.
(Memory)
"Good luck," Hermione whispered to him, as they stood in a corner of the hall. Their heads bent towards each other.
"Thanks, but I'm pretty confident." Ron replied silently.
Hermione smiled, "That's good."
"Yeah." He sighed, before turning around and making a move to leave.
But Hermione pulled him back. Grabbing his rather sweaty hand and twisting him around to re-face her.
"Just for luck." She alleged shyly, quickly reaching up and kissing his cheek lightly.
(Memory ends)
She didn't know why she did it, but she felt the need to.
The soap slipped from her fingers, and all she could do was giggle.
Ron's face after that cheek-kiss was indescribably funny. It just went red and all shocked, he reached up with his fingers and touched the spot where there skins met. He didn't say anything though, he merely smiled.
Ginny looked up agitatedly, "What you giggling about? Mind to share the joke?"
"It's nothing." Hermione answered quickly.
"O really?" Malfoy's cool voice asked from the door. Both and Ginny whipped around to look at him.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione sighed, throwing away the soap and grabbing some clean-ex instead.
"I know that when you were giggling, you were probably thinking about Weasel's zizi."
"Que sauriez vous! Et non. Je ne pensais pas à son zizi!" Hermione snapped at him in her broken French.
"Je vous ai vu l'embrasser." Malfoy shot back with a smirk.
"Vous?"
"Oui."
"MERDE!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Excuuuzeee moi, what the hell are you talking about?" Ginny suddenly yelled.
"Rien d'important." Malfoy answered before Hermione could.
"And that means?"
"Nothing important." Hermione answered matter-of-factly.
"Righto….whats a zizi anyways?"
Hermione and Malfoy exchanged amused glances.
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Malfoy and Hermione dropped the very interesting subject fairly quickly; within no time they were bickering about how to wash a shirt.
Ginny watched them with a bewildered expression, but got bored soon enough. It started falling into repeat. So she left, mumbling something about making sandwiches.
Neither Hermione nor Draco minded, they just continued with whatever they were talking about.
"I told you. You wash the inside pockets too." Hermione sighed wistfully.
"Whatever, that just takes more time." Malfoy replied stubbornly.
"Fine, I'll do the inside if you do the outside." Hermione proposed.
"No, that's okay."
"Please, I always hate it when my pockets still have mud, or sand, or Death eater blood in them."
"Do you seriously think, the Weasel will have any of that in his pockets at the moment?"
"No, but still."
"Fine, as long as you shut up for one second."
"…"
Malfoy turned out the pockets angrily and started scrubbing them. What he did not notice was the roll of parchment falling out. Hermione how ever, did notice and picked it up with mild interest.
"Probably homework from first year or something." She snorted very unlady like.
"Oh I bet……and weren't you supposed to be quite?"
Hermione nodded thoughtlessly as she unrolled it and let her eyes sweep over it.
Dear Hermione,
What the hell?
Hermione flickered down the page with amazing speed, her eyes widening with each single sentence. By the time she came to the last sentence, she was completely stunned.
Just because I know it's right
Did Ron write this? About her? When? Why? Did he love her? Did he? Yeah…..but why? WHY? And why now? What about Lavender? Something is wrong…
"Do you think she is alright?" Ginny whispered to Malfoy as they watched Hermione stare of into space.
"No, but that's not saying much. I never thought she was al right." Malfoy answered with a smirk.
"Oh shut up and get a life." Ginny replied sternly.
"In this hell-hole?"
"I'd rather you not."
"Oh look, she's moving."
"What is she doing?"
"Standing up you dim-wit."
"She looks pale…"
"I wonder why..."
"Do you? Wow."
"Eh?"
"You care for her."
"No I don't."
"Then why would you wonder why she is pale?"
"Because I'm interested, and nothing remotely exciting happens in this house, ever."
"Whatever."
"What is she doing now?"
"Why do you care."
"Sigh."
"Wait! She is walking! HERMIONE! Where are you going!"
"Don't you think she resembles a zombie."
"HERMIONE, TALK TO ME!"
"I don't think she hears you."
"Jee, do you think?'
"Uhuh."
"Hermione…"
"Go after her."
"why?"
"Because she is your best friend right?"
"Hey, good idea."
"I know."
But before any one could contradict Draco, he was alone in the room, hearing Ginny run and screaming after Hermione.
"What was there in that letter?" he wondered out loud.