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Chapter 4 : Phonebook From Hell And Kisses From Heaven

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After contemplating my slight problem, I decided to do something about it.

I had several options,

A) Ask Potter

This was not preferred, as I didn't know where this Hermione thing was going. Potter may jump to conclusions and start to pick out china. Not good.

B) Ask Weasley

Not good. Would be killed for sure and thrown into the Thames where all the evil fishes would eventually eat me. Definitely not a good choice.

C) Phonebook

Good plan, but the drawback is I don't know how to use one.

D) Stay at panini place until she goes to get a panini again

She may not come back before the date. And I could possibly loose my job for not coming to work.

E) Go find Hermione at the bookshop and ask her where she lives

Could possibly ruin my image as the man who knows all. Rather be killed by Weasley than ruin my image.

Of all these options, I decided to go with C, as it seemed least likely to kill me, my image or my life as an unmarried man.

Before I went home to my cosy little flat, I stopped at a nearby red phone booth to investigate into where Hermione Granger lived.

"Right," I said to myself as I began to open the large falling apart phonebook, "How the hell do you use this bloody thing?"

"Well, first you're nice to the 'bloody thing'." I could have sworn I was the only person in the booth. I would have noticed if someone else was there as there was just enough space for one person.

"Down here, moron." The book was talking to me. Oh bloody hell.

"Um, hello?"

"Yes, nice to meet you too, jerk." I had better be nice to this book if I was going to get anywhere.

"Could you please tell me where Hermione Granger lives?"

"No." Cheeky!

"Why not?"

"Because," the book suddenly slammed itself on my fingers, "I don't like people who have no respect for phonebooks." I squirmed my red and hurting fingers out of the book as I glared at it.

"Look, I only need one address and then I will be gone and you will never see me again."

"Im still not telling you where your girlfriend lives."

"She's not my girlfriend!" This phonebook may have been worse than the other options.

"You should know by now where she lives. You inconsiderate prick." I was really beginning to loose my patience.

"If you don't tell me where Hermione Granger lives, Im going to have to burn you very slowly while ripping out your pages."

"Threats don't work, sonny."

"Look, what do I have to do, get down on my knees and beg to a phonebook?"

"Yes." I was so close to simply ripping the book into shreds. Then it hit me, why don't I just call information?

"Ill just call information then since you wont help me," I said as I picked up the phone and began to dial the number.

"NOT INFORMATION!" And then the book attacked me. I am not joking. The book was so violent that after a minute of fighting to get it off my hand, the bloody phone booth fell over. Im not sure who screamed louder, the phonebook or me. I guess the phonebook, as it had then clamped onto my mouth 'to prevent more rude things from spurting out of it'. Cheeky obnoxious evil phonebook.

After hitting the pavement hard and having the phone jammed into my back painfully, the book seemed to have died on me. Paper was everywhere and a cover was on the side of the phone booth. And I still didn't have Granger's address.

Bugger.

I tried to get open the phone booth door that was now above me. And I couldn't open it, it was too heavy to be opened via pushing.

Bugger!

And then, I saw Potter's laughing face through the window. He opened the door for me and looked in side.

"That has got to be the funniest thing I have ever seen. Draco Malfoy, the cool and collected, fighting with a phonebook and making the phone booth fall over. Your face when the booth was falling over was priceless!" I was never going to live this down.

"Are you going to gab all day, Potter, or are you going to help me out?" Potter offered me a hand and pulled me to standing to position and eventually out of the booth. Potter up righted the booth with a flick of his wand while I discovered how much pain I was in. My back felt like it could collapse, my fingers were in dull pain and my head in general just hurt.

"Malfoy, you ok?"

"Yes, Ill live."

"Maybe we should get Hermione, she could fix you up in a second."

"NO! Not Hermione!"

"Why not? What's wrong with her?"

"Nothing is wrong with her, she just can't know about this."

"Why?"

"Because all of this happened because I was trying to find out where she lived!"

"Malfoy, stalking is illegal."

"Picking her up for dinner was not illegal last time I checked, Potter." I then switched to option A, as Potter now knew about the date.

"Are you telling me you went through all of THAT just to find out where Hermione lived?" I nodded as I rubbed a spot on the back of my head that felt slightly larger than usual. He was a quick one on the uptake.

"Damn Malfoy, you could have just asked me."

"True, but the phonebook seemed a better and quicker option."

"But I wouldn't have attacked you."

"You might have."

"No, Ron might have. I would have simply said 'Sure, Malfoy, she lives at Flat B # 17 Kendal Street'." Kendal Street. That wasn't far from my own flat.

"Potter, you are a saint."

"Welcome, Malfoy. Now if you'll excuse me, I must be off." And then Potter apparated to some other place far away from me. I then apparated to my own adequate flat on Richmond Lane. I stumbled to the kitchen after stripping to my shirt and trousers and got a non-melting ice pack from my small freezer. I began to walk back to the living room when my back hurt too much to move. I ended up leaning over my marble counter top while pressing the ice pack onto my tender scalp.

A loud banging noise came from my door. I groaned as I slowly walked towards the door. Whoever it was, they liked beating up my door because they did it more and more for every second I didn't open the door.

"DRACO! Are you ok?" Hermione shouted as I opened the door. She didn't give me a chance to respond. She simply walked in and I shut the door after her.

"Im fine." Damn that Potter and his tendencies to tell Hermione everything and anything, even when I tell him not to tell.

"No, you're not. Let me see your head. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"My back and fingers. But Im FINE!"

"I don't believe that for one second. Sit down and take your shirt off, I need to make sure you didn't hurt your back." There was no arguing with her. She just stood there expectantly waiting to see my chest unveiled. I handed her the ice pack and began to unbutton my shirt. After taking it off, I laid it down carefully on the back of one of my leather armchairs. Hermione began to poke at my back, occasionally casting a spell when I said 'Ow'.

"There, your back should be fine now." And it was. Damn, she is a handy girlie wirlie.

"My head next, perhaps?" Hermione made me sit down on my couch, so she could reach my head. I never realised she was so much shorter than me. She cast yet another spell and the pain stopped.

"Fingers?" I said hopefully as she sat down next to me.

"Im afraid Im no good at fingers," she said as she looked at my fingers, "Last time I tried to fix my own, I ended up merging two of them together. But, I can wrap them up for you." Hermione made some bandages appear out of thin air and began to wrap my four fingers on my right hand.

"There, that should do it." I must say she does some nice work. She could have made a fabulous medi-witch.

"Oh! Almost forgot!" Hermione brought my fingers to her lips and kissed them.

"A kiss to make it better," she said with a smile.

"Thank you."

"Anything for the man who risked his life for my address."

"Did Potter tell you everything?"

"I assume so. I must say, I've never had anyone fight a phonebook for me." I put my head in my good hand and shook my head at the humiliation while Hermione giggled to herself.

"And he also told you where I lived."

"Well he had to. I needed to come see you to make sure you were ok. You could have been hurt badly when the phone booth fell over."

"And you wanted to make sure I survived so that I could buy you a new cat?"

"That and I care about you."

"Oh do you really?" I said as I moved closer to her.

"Yes, I do."

"What a coincidence." And then I couldn't help but kiss her. It didn't feel like the kisses of the past, it was different. It felt right. It wasn't a hungry kiss like I usually received, it was a gentle sweet loving kiss. After a brief moment of eternal bliss, we broke away and I couldn't help but look at her. My good hand seemed to work of its own accord and was stroking her face.

"I need to get back to my flat. I have to get into work early tomorrow," she suddenly said as she stood up. I was disappointed but I understood. I walked her to the door and kissed her goodnight.

And she left.

My flat suddenly felt empty.

I felt empty without her.

Was I falling for her?

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Hey there kiddos! Before I go anywhere, I must thank WannaBArtist for their magical phonebook idea! Huggles and Kisses to WannaBArtist! Twas far better than my original semi-boring idea. Anywho, I hoped you lot liked this new instalment of IWI and I hope you will review! I feel like no one reads this story:'( make a girl smile, drop her a review!