Here is Chapter 14. Honestly, I have no clue where this story is going But since I enjoy writing it so much, I will just keep it going until someone dies or something. Any suggestions on whom should go. J/K.

Chapter 14: Parental Controls.

Wednesday, 3:40 P.M.

"Hey Daft?" Ryan came and sat behind the counter, where Draco always sat perched.

"What kid," Draco looked away from Hermione.

"Are you any good at Geometry?" Ryan watched as Draco paled and slowly backed away.

"Get that crap away from me!" Draco pulled a lighter out of his pocket. "I'll light it on fire."

"Will you cut that out?" Hermione swiped the lighter away from Draco. "We're in a bookstore the last thing I need it to do is catch fire."

"That boy has the devil in his hands," Draco hissed

"What is it?" Hermione asked eyeing the book in Ryan's hands.

"Geometry," Ryan looked at Hermione with vague hope in his eyes.

"As much as I detest to admit. I hate this subject," she mumbled, Motioning Ryan to follow her.

"Thank god," Draco sighed, settling back into his seat.

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Thursday: 5:20 P.M

"Hey Deft," Ryan came and sat down on the coach.

"Yes Ryan?" Hermione took her glasses off.

"Know any good recipes?" He pulled out a pen and some paper.

"Potions yes. Food not unless you plan on killing someone."

Ryan frowned. "I think I'll ask Daft. I'm not going to try and subject my classmates to your cooking skills."

"Hey! I make a mean peanut butter and jelly sandwich," Hermione put her glasses back on and continued her reading.

"I'm not going to revert my whole junior class back to second grade. They already act like animals." He grumbled.

"Wise choice,"

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Thursday, 7:30 P.M.

"Deft says you're biology expert." Ryan walked into Draco's study.

"Knock before you enter," Draco looked up from a case files he was reviewing.

"I'll remember to next time."

"What do you want?" Draco stared as he leaned against the wall.

"Exactly how well do you know the female reproductive system?"

"Do I look like a female to you?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

Draco glared at him.

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Friday, 5:24 P.M.

Ryan slid into the living room where the couple sat talking quietly.

"Can anyone speak a foreign language?" He asked sitting in between them.

"Japanese and French," Hermione spoke up.

"Dutch and Spanish," Draco informed him.

"Great I could use your help Deft." Ryan looked at Hermione. "Can you translate this for me. My friend gave it to me earlier."

Hermione took the paper from him and read. "For continuos stimulation point shaft down…"

Draco snatched the paper from her.

"Have your friend translate it," Draco glared.

"I didn't know it said anything like that," He said walking out slowly.

"Boys…" Hermione grumbled.

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Friday: 7:30 P.M.

"Can I use the car?" Ryan came back downstairs a few hours later.

Hermione held her hand over her shoulder. "License?"

Draco looked up, "Car?"

Ryan handed Hermione his license. " You know I don't have a car." He said to Draco.

"Then we better get you a bus pass," Draco smirked that infamous smile.

Hermione dug in her pocket and pulled out her car keys.

"11:30 no exceptions. Drive responsibly."

"Thanks Deft,"

"No sex!" Draco yelled out after him.

Draco flinched at the look Hermione gave him.

"You know how teens are." He went back to his book.

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Friday: 11:27 P.M.

Ryan knocked on the door.

"Come in," Draco called out.

Ryan opened the door and looked around their bedroom for Hermione who was in the shower.

"Just wanted to give Deft her keys." Ryan said setting them on the dresser.

"Did you have fun?" Draco inquired.

"Loads," Ryan grinned, "I got Natalie to go out on a date with me."

"How much of that money that deft gave you did you spend."

"Sixty," Ryan smiled.

Draco laughed. "That's a lot of money to spend on a girl."

"She's special," Ryan insisted.

Draco opened his wallet and pulled out sixty dollars. "I'm only giving it back to you because it was a first date. Don't expect it every time."

"Yes sir," Ryan closed the door. "Ouch, stupid animals!"

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Saturday 8:30 P.M.

"Hey Daft, have you ever cut your hair?" Ryan asked tugging it slightly from behind the couch.

"No," Draco looked up at him. "I might consider cutting it once it's to my knees,"

"That's a long time from now," Ryan sat in a chair across from the couch.

Draco nodded. "It's only halfway down my back, I'll give it a year or two."

Hermione tugged on it on her way by.

"I'm quite jealous, I've never been with anyone with better hair than me." She teased. "Then again I've never been with anyone else."

"Remind me to share my beauty secrets." Draco poked. "You could use a few."

"I've always wondered when you'd share you infinite wisdom. Finally turn me into a real Malfoy."

"What are you trying to say?" Draco glared.

"We all know the men of Malfoy are way prettier than the woman." Hermione smiled. "I used to get them confused."

"Whatever," He said tossing his hair over his shoulder and stomping out.

Hermione and Ryan stayed silent as he left the room before screaming with laughter.

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There is Chapter 14. Ryan's first family dinner is coming up next. I might consider making that chapter twice as long. Most likely not.

Review! Do not make me beg.