Okay so Here's Chapter 6, just like I said. Have fun with it and don't forget to review.

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Chapter 6: Deft and Daft

Hermione hurriedly ran through her bookstore helping patrons in need, and students who where having trouble researching assignments. A handsome blonde sitting behind her desk watching her caught her eye. Smiling, she retied her hair into a messy bun and continued to locate a copy of Harper lee's, To kill A Mockingbird.

"Magnificent book," She murmured pulling it off the shelf and checking it out for the young man.

"It would probably be even better if I weren't being forced to read it." He replied sullenly.

"That's even more valuable," Draco interjected. "Showing them how much you enjoy the evil literature they say you are required to read, will really tick them off."

"Ya think so?" He asked skeptically.

Draco nodded. "Positive,"

He smiled. " I'm Ryan,"

"That's Deft," Draco said pointing to Hermione, who had moved on to help someone else. "You call me Daft,"

"But her name tag says," Ryan began to understand the difference between the names. "Never mind."

Ryan raised his eyebrow at Draco before preparing to go. "She won't get upset if people start calling her that will she?"

"I doubt it," He said honestly.

"Hey look Daft, If your tip doesn't work I'm coming back to complain." He warned.

"Complain all you'd like. I don't work here." Draco replied as another kid walked up, he took the book from her and checked it out. "I'm more of an unintentional slave."

He printed out two name tags, and covered the pins with the names; pinning his on, he walked away from the counter and over to Hermione."

" Here," He said to her as she turned toward him. He quickly replaced the nametag that read the name her parents gave her with her new nickname.

"Draco," she growled.

"It's better than mine," He said showing her.

A smile tugged on her lips.

"Deft?" Someone called.

"Daft, go help her," Hermione said, returning her attention back to researching igneous rocks.

"Yes Fuhrer."

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Jennifer sat across from Narcissia, watching her as she silently finished her brunch.

"If Draco was as pampered as everyone says he was, how'd he learn to cook so well?" She asked breaking the stillness.

"Oh he was extremely catered to, what Malfoy isn't?" She asked rhetorically. "I taught him to take care of himself, every day things all youth should know."

"You and Lucius lived apart?" Jennifer pressed further.

Narcissia gave her the look that she passed half of down to Draco, before beginning her story.

"His father and I surreptitiously split up a few years after he was born, I moved out to our summer home and Lucius stayed at the manor. It was perfect. We kept our façade as a happy couple of the Malfoy name in front of the people we needed to show face to, but behind the scenes," Narcissia paused, shaking her head slightly.

"I desired him to have more structure than the discipline his father thought he was providing for him. Instead, it was turning him into a marred prig who I did not recognize as my child any more. When he came home to me for the holidays and at the end of the summer. We went into the muggle world took on muggle names, lives and jobs. Draco's work mostly being volunteer work at a hospital or helping children plant gardens. I continued to see promise in him. Hoping that one day, he would not end up becoming anything like his father, but something's I just could not prevent." Narcissia smirked slightly. "But fortunately, he's not as contemptuous as he used to be. He's tolerable."

"He didn't complain?" Jennifer asked. "About living as a muggle?"

"Absolutely not, If I asked him to bring me the moon, he would or die trying."

Jennifer nodded. "I wish I'd know you when 'Mione was younger, just getting her to talk was a chore."

Narcissia nodded. "It's worse when you're the only one who pays attention to anything consequential your child does."

Jennifer concurred, "If only children came equipped with their own special instruction Manual."

"Things get lost," Narcissia said. "Then you're back to square one."

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"Go away," Draco, said nonchalantly.

"You may be fooling them," Ron began.

" I don't want to hear this," Draco got up to leave.

"You're not leaving until I'm done saying what the fuck I have to say," Ron swung hard at Draco who easily stepped out of the way. His hand crashed into the tree. "ow,"

"Awe, poor Ronnie," Draco drawled. "What's this?"

Draco picked up an extremely small plastic baggie packed with white powder. He instantly knew what the chalky substance was.

"Look you ass wipe," Draco angrily pulling Ron off his knees. "You stay the fuck away from my wife, her parents, and Ginny; if you even think you're still feeling the effects of this shit, or I swear to everyone's god I'll kill you with my bare hands."

"'Mione wouldn't like that too much," Ron ceaselessly struggled to pull from his grip.

"Like she would approve of this," He hissed shoving Ron away, and held up the baggie.

"Don't tell her," Ron started to beg.

Draco shook his head. "Meet me at Prose tomorrow. I'll tell Hermione your stopping by, and don't you dare leave until you see me."

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"You just think you're so cute, sitting back there behind your desk looking all messily important." Hermione looked up and peered through her hair at her spouse.

"Hey, you disappeared on me the minute Harry and Ginny waltzed through the door," Hermione accused.

"I had some business to take care of." Draco motioned her to finish.

"I was a little disappointed that I didn't see Ron today," Hermione admitted as she heard Draco shutting down the computers.

"I'm sure he'll be by to see you sometime tomorrow. I take it you've forgiven him for that little spat you two had the other day."

Hermione nodded. "Now I'm just waiting to give him a piece of my mind about something else he went behind my back and did."

"Care to share," Draco asked.

"Not with you, individually." Hermione told him.

"Fine," Draco shut down his last computer. "You never share anything with me that concerns that douche," he stalked out waiting for Hermione in the car.

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"Draco?" Hermione said quietly after 30 minutes of silence on the way home.

"What?" His voice held back the sudden hurt he felt.

"I love you," She took his right hand in hers. "Tell me how you feel."

He opted to stay silent the rest of the way home, but never pulling his hand from her, fighting abrupt surges of emotions he wanted to lay out on display for Hermione. He could feel her slipping into a light depression beside him as he opened the door and allowed her to enter before him.

They took their individual showers before slipping into their designated sides of the bed.

"Hermione," Draco paused waiting for a response. When he got none he continued anyway. He pulled her to him, feeling her curl into his chest. "I love you too,"

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Ron held his shattered hand as Ginny began to administer amiable care.

"I can't believe you actually tried to hit him!" Harry yelled. "If any of this gets back to Hermione she'll never speak to you again."

"It won't get back to Hermione unless one of you tell her." Ron sighed, flexing his renewed hand. "Thanks Gin,"

"Don't," She snapped angrily. "Not now," Ginny apperated into their upstairs bathroom.

"She sick?" Ron asked.

"Something like that." Harry sighed. "When was the last time you went by to see your mother and father. They have been asking about you and we've been lying to them. Telling them you're keeping yourself out of trouble."

"Mum's going to kill me when I see her, hell I think 'Mione and Malfoy have been to the burrow more times than I have these past few weeks."

"That's sad, Weasleys and Malfoys are a bad mix but yet he seems to be adjusting even if it is just for Hermione."

"If you've become pro-Malfoy so quick why don't you go be his best friend?" Ron stood up angrily.

"Damn it Ron," Harry tossed the table that sat between them aside. "Don't realize our best friend is a Malfoy."

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