AN:I would like to thank Mrs. Butler( my haunted house lovely) and Sarah...i'm so glad someone else likes D/Hr as much as H/Hr. Both of those ships are shot as far as canon, so why not let your imagination run wild? I say full steam ahead (as resident hermit on the good ship H/Hr, i know i've already said that, but i love that line!) Oh and if you like my stories, i suggest you check out are a huge shipper site for H/Hr, G/D, R/L, and James/Lilly. It's called the coolest thing is that you can search for completed stories, so you don't have to anguish over a cliffie. (i read damn near every completed story that was 5,000-100,000 words on there, there are some really excellent works there! so...props to portkey! I hope when this is done I can become an author there. Keep your fingers crossed, folks! On with the drama...

Just as Harry and Hermione finished the wonderful soup that Harry had made (cooking lessons compliments cough, cough of the Dursleys) When they were interrupted by a loud banging at the door.
"Really, Harry! Do you have uninvited guests just drop by every hour of the day?" Hermione grumpily asked Harry as she poked him in the side to make him answer the door.
"Ouch! Mione, that hurt! Yeah, well, I'm a bloody celebrity. "
Hermione called after him as he walked to the door.
"That's exactly why we SHOULD be safe here. This sodding house is unplottable for Merlin's sake!" Harry opened the front door and his grin slid off his face at the sight of Draco Malfoy. He looked a bit unkempt, his hair wasn't slicked back, but hanging loosely around his face. It reminded Harry, he thought sourly, of a trashy romance novel cover. He leaned into Draco's face and whispered fircely.
"Malfoy, what in the fuck are you doing here?"
"Hermione's gone missing!" He said anxiously. he pulled his hand from his pocket and showed Harry a small device that looked a little like a blackberry, but the digital face looked like Mrs. Weasley's old clock, except it had actual faces instead of carved hands. Hermione's smiling face was under missing/non-mortal peril.

Harry rolled his eyes so far in the back of his head he could swear he glimpsed his brain.
"You great prat! She's at my house! My unplottable house, remember?She-" He was cut short as Draco rushed past him, and when Harry followed Draco into the kitchen, he found a sight that made him very angry indeed. Draco had his arms wrapped around Hermione, he had the device next to her face and was gushing into her ear about how worried he was. Harry wanted desperately to be sick.
'Wait, why do I feel sick? My cooking was excellent. Surely it's not Hermione. Maybe it's just that I still hate Draco.' But that wasn't really the truth, and Harry knew it. Draco had delivered crucial information during the war, it had probably saved his life. Determined to learn form his father's and Sirus' mistakes, he tried his best to get over his childhood feelings. He had succeded, as did Draco, for the most part. As for this moment in time, however...he felt like dueling Draco to the death.
'I'm just being over-protective of Hermione. Draco won't hurt her. If he did he knows i'd castrate him slowly. Just the thought of them makes me sick!' He mused to him self in the corner as Draco and Hermione had a good laugh about Draco's behavior. Hermione was busy teasing him and calling him Molly, when Harry's thoughts jumped ahead. Bright wizard as he was, he realized he had felt this exact way once before...over Ginny, Ron's little sister, and his friend, Dean Thomas in his sixth year at school. he suddenly leaned back against the wall, a horrified expression on his face. Hermione was still laughing, and looked over to the corner and said

"Don't you agree, Harry?" She saw his face, and rushed to him, laying her hand on his arm.
"Harry! Harry, goodness me, what's wrong?" Harry shook his head as though trying to rid it of water, and smiled weakly at Hermione.
"I think i've got a spot of headache. I'll be in the potions cabinet looking for a cure, alright? Draco." He nodded his head curtly at Draco, and promptly fled the room. Hermione watched him leave, puzzled. Draco snorted, a look of upmost conempt on his face.
"Oh, Hermione! I don't feel well. I'll just leave so you'll get worried and follow me." He said in a mock- Harry voice that was actually, really scarily accurate. He then slumped to the floor in a pretend faint, with a the back of his hand pressed to his forehead.
Hermione grabbed his other hand and pulled him to his feet. "Look, I don't know what his problem is, we've had a very weird day, and well...you're obviously upsetting him, although I have no idea what you did.." Hermione trailed off. Draco brought one of her hands to his face and kissed it gently.
"I was chasing something I shouldn't be. You see, If I liked you, and you liked me, you'd not have enough time to be Potter's best friend and tag along for his every whim. I understand why he feels this way, but I think he's a fool for not realizing how much more ...fufilling you can be as more than a friend." Hermione turned a bright shade of crimson and murmured "Draco!" in a scandalized tone.
He bowed to her and said
"I'll leave you to your vacation now. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. In thirteen days, my sweet, we shall finish this conversation." with thathe walked to the door, opened it, and abruptly vanished. She looked at the front door, muttered "Well really! You'd think i'd used some glamour to make him fall in love with me." As she padded down the hall to the room designated to potions. She slipped around the cauldrons and cabinets until she came to the door Harry was behind, staring blankly at a little vial in his hand. It was empty.
"I see you've found your headache cure!" Hermione said brightly. Harry didn't look up at her, only mumbled "Yes, quite right as usual."and set the vial down on the shelf. Hermione laid a hand on Harry's arm once again and asked soothingly "Did Draco's appearance upset you? I didn't think he'd care where I went, but it seems I was wrong. I should have left a note."

"Why, the boyfriend doesn't let you out on your own then?" Harry replied sharply. Hermione grimmaced at his angry words, but continued on in the same manner.
"You know perfectly well he's not my boyfriend. I haven't dated anyone since Peter." She said, reminding Harry about the last wizard she dated, a boisterous bloke who owned Flourish and Blotts. They had dated for two years, until Hermione got offered a job in America.
"I never liked that bloke." Harry stared into her eyes. She nervously looked down.
"Well, Harry, you were never anything but polite to him, so how could I have known? You really need to stop keeping secrets from me Harry. Remember when we were at school? You could tell Ron and I anything. You still can. If something's bothering you, please let me know"
'Something's bothering me all right, but I am sure as hell not gonna tell you, Mione. At least, not now.' He thought as he gave her a hug. 'A brotherly hug.' he reminded himself as he patted her back.
"Well, it's only...nine thirty." He announced, looking at his watch. "Would you like to see a muggle movie?" Hermione beamed "Oh, Harry! that sounds wonderful! Give me ten minutes to freshen up, alright?" She pinched his cheek and dashed up the stairs to her old room. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor.
"This is what Ron went though then we were sixteen? Bloody Hell! I can barely stand it and i'm nearly twenty three." Harry suddenly had a lot more sympathy for Ron's very strange (and argument filled) sixth year.