Authors note: I know that nobody reads this anyways, but I thought that I should point out our two different styles of writing, so don't be to fazed guys. Anyways, if you have yet to get the drift of this, we probably will be posting chapters like crazy cause theres two of us. ANYWAYS, talk to everyone later, and thanks to the three reviewers, you guys are sweethearts.

Disclaimer: Luckily, don't own it. If I did, Id be wanted for first degree murder of Albus Dumbledore and Sirius Black. The Notorious Draco Malfoy

Hermione lightly took his hand and quickly shook it. She was feeling very self conscious right about now…after all she hadn't cleaned up for the past few weeks, and she most look awfully skinny. She tried to look away from him, that way he wouldn't want to keep staring at her the way that he was right now…those pale blue eyes just trying to look into her soul. She was almost afraid that he would figure out who she was…but that wasn't possible with the spell, was it? But even if he did, would it really matter? What if-

Her thoughts were broken by Mallie. "Whats up with you two? You look like yer a pair of deers runnin' from a set of lights."

"Mallie, you dumb arse, its two deers runnin from bein stuck in the tail lights." Mallie crossed her arms and shot her a glare obviously for being stupid.

Hermione coughed and said quietly, "Actually…I think you mean 'A pair of deer stuck in the headlights', and no we're not…" She blushed and pulled away to be by Mallie. "Could you tell me where my room is? I could do with washing up a bit…"

" 'Ey Casper, show Janie the way to 'er room. I think we'll just stay down here a wee bit and make sure everything is all ready for tonight." Mallie had a bit of a smirk and pushed Hermione back towards the tall blonde who got up from his table and began to head back to the elevator. Hermione seemed to notice a bit of a smirk on his face. Was that a good thing?

"So, where did you come from?"

Hermione looked up slightly but still didn't make eye contact. "Here originally…moved a few years ago, then came back…you?"

"I lived here I guess…"

"You guess?"

"YES, I guess, what's with all the annoying questions?"

"Look who's talking, you started it you prat."

"Did you just call me a prat!" Casper, or whatever, looked offended and puffed up a bit as he pulled the door open for her and held it to let her into the elevator. Odd, still a gentleman even after being irritated.

"Are you deaf? Maybe special up here?" She tapped her head irritated.

"My, my, aren't we the little bitch today? Tell me, are you always like this, or is it just that time for you?" He smirked, seeming to be quite proud of his comeback.

Was he always suck a prick? Did he have to be some damn cute when he was being an over conceited jerk? Why was she asking questions to herself again? All very good questions, but none seemed to have an answer just yet.

"Are you always this stuck up? Or does being a prick just come naturally to you?" The elevator started moving when he sneered at her. Damn…still hot even if he was being a prat.

When they finally got up to the room she looked around. Only one bed, and what resembled a possible pull out couch.

"Couch is yours, bed is mine. We're going to pretend there's an imaginary line right here, and you cant cross it. Bathrooms mine also. Have any questions? Good, well now that this is over with, I'm going to get some much needed rest."

"Wait you stupid basta-" But before he could here anything else, he closed the door on her smugger than ever. Oh yes, this definitely meant war…to bad he was so damn cute. She huffed and blatantly disregarded his little 'rules' and went straight on into the bathroom, mumbling all the while.

Around an hour later she was trying to pull out the bed…thing wouldn't move. Damn, she'd just have to sleep on top of it. Blankets had to have been folded into the couch too. No matter, she'd slept in colder. She curled up on the couch and tried to sleep, not noticing that shortly after someone came out the door. Not noticing the warmth slowly coming back to her, or someone picking her up and setting her gently into something soft. Oh no, not one thing of which did she notice that 'Casper' or the notorious Draco Malfoy was doing. Nor did she know that the truth was that, her childhood enemy had actually shown a bit of a kind side to him. Most unusual…for a Malfoy that is…

When morning came Hermione woke up to find herself on something soft and fluffy. Maybe everything from before was simply a dream, for how could she possibly be so pleasantly warm? Maybe she died and went to heaven? Or maybe she should stop asking questions and just open her eyes? She went with plan B.

She sat up and realized she was in a small shabby room, with a nice comfortable bed. Things began to keep rushing back to her, until she jumped out of bed and looked around. The couch looked like someone had been on it only a few moments before, but there wasn't a sign of any life.

Hermione headed on down the nearby elevator and ran into Mallie and Sanders.

"Oi, Mallie…Im really thinkin' she might need some better clothes…she don't look right for our kinda' place." Sanders was looking Hermione over as she tried to look for 'Casper'.

"I reckon your right Sanders. Come along then Janie, we're goin'ta find yeh some clothes that'll properly suit yah fer this place."

The dragged her along the streets of London, just outside the door, and after what felt like ages they were finished. Oh no, Hermione wouldn't go down with a fight. There was no way they could get her to look like some punkard or whatever…she wouldn't stand for it!

Although she kept telling herself this, the truth was they got her a bunch of clothes that were very on the line in her opinion. She had never dressed in anyway of the sort that they were shoving at her, neither did she want to.

"Oh bloody hell guys, would you just let me get something NORMAL?" She had just about had it by now.

"No Janie, not until you try on this leather corset I just found for you!" Sanders was holding out a corsa-whatever and trying to force it on her, while Mallie was looking reproachful and tossing odd band shirts and tight pants at her, while at the same time begging to let her pierce Hermione's tongue.

After many headaches, lots of arguments, and lots of hitting between Mallie and Sanders, they had all split the clothes. Some 'normal' clothes as Mallie would call it, that basically consisted of a bunch of bands that no one had ever heard, or cared about in her opinion, and some clothes that Sanders said would be perfect for the club.

On their way back they all carried several bags and talked on and on, until Mallie and Sanders decided something for her.

"So Janie, how goes it in the boyish front? Any boyfriends, guy friends, husbands, affairs, love at first sights, one night sta-"

"Mallie! Do you have to make everything so annoyingly confusing!" Mallie rolled her eyes at her irritated.

"No…haven't for several years…" Hermione seemed to trail off at the thought of her friends…before…best not to think about it.

"I think we might have touched a soft spot eh?"

"NO Mallie, that was all you. I had nothin' to do with it."

"No guys, don't worry about it…"

"I KNOW! She seems to have boy troubles righ'? I think we should hook her up on a blind date of some sort. Hell, she probably bloody needs it!"

"You know Mallie…I think you got for the first time a pretty good idea…and I think I know the perfect guy." Hermione's face fell.

"N-…guys! GUYS!" But to late, the two girls were off, walking quickly and talking to quickly for Hermione to understand. This was bad…she could just feel it…

End note: Thanks again for reading…and sorry for dissing JKR, but it's true…even if she is a visionary genius.