Well I've spent a couple days on this chapter but more or less I think I got it up pretty fast. School will be starting soon so once September rolls around things will probably get much slower. ENJOY!


"Gone?"

"Yes Miss Weasley, gone. But not for long, I hope," she muttered the last part. Professor McGonagall had just spent the last twenty minutes talking to, near hysteric, friends of the "missing students". Actually only Hermione's friends were hysterical as it seemed that Crabbe and Goyle hadn't even known Draco was missing until they were dragged out of their beds to come down to this meeting. So here they sat in McGonagall's office at 4 am answering the big question: "where is Hermione/Draco?"

"So they are in the muggle world? Together? With no one to stop them from killing each other? Poor Hermione!" Actually Malfoy's in more danger than she is.

"Yes and no. Yes they are in the muggle world together and yes no one is there to keep them from killing each other. But I have my ways of preventing that." This happened to be true. McGonagall had cast a spell on each of them which would let her know when they were in serious trouble. If either's life was in danger she be notified and would Apparate to their side to assist them. Although she hoped that it would not come to that. "Enough chatting today is Saturday and I don't think that you want to waste your day in here with me do you?" Without waiting for a reply she continued. "Good. Now please return to your common rooms." She watched as two of the students hurried out, off to sleep some more no doubt, and three remained seated. "Is there a problem?"

"Can we Owl her?" Ron asked. "I mean will it look suspicious if there are owls flying to her window?"

"Yes it will. There is however one way to write to her." She pulled out a bottle of fuchsia ink. "Let me explain. When ever you write with this ink not only will it appear on the parchment you've written but it will also appear on a sheet of parchment that I have given her. It will work vice versa too. Be careful what you write however because you never know who could be reading the parchment." Ginny toke the ink, thanked McGonagall, and the three of them left.

"Do you think this will work? I mean what McGonagall's trying to do?" Ron was skeptical.

"I dunno," Harry shook his head. "I just hope she knows what she's doing. And as dramatic as this sounds…….I hope Malfoy survives." The other two nodded in agreement.


COFFEE! I NEED COFFEE. If you knew Draco Malfoy then you knew of his obsession with coffee. It was Dobby who had gotten him hooked, before he was set free of course. It had all happened the summer before he started Hogwarts, Dobby had been sent to wake him but the job was proving difficult. He tried everything; pushing Draco off the bed, pouring cold water on his head, even ripping his favorite (and very expensive) robes, all of which had angered Draco but had not woken him. As a last resort the tiny house elf tried one more thing, bringing in a big mug of coffee. Thank the gods for house elves all I have to do is go down to the great hall and pour myself some coffee. He opened his eyes to find himself in an unfamiliar room. Where am I? Panic stuck him. He could only recall waking up in an unfamiliar room once before and that, to say the least, had not ended well. I did not get drunk, I did not get drunk. SO WHERE THE HELL AM I? Thoughts of the night before flooded back to him. Him and Granger pulling their trunks into the lobby, him showing Granger her new room, Granger shrieking "GET OUT!" before slamming the door in his face. Oh yeah, he laughed. The night before he had accidentally walked in on her changing, but by the way she freaked you would have thought he'd planned it.

I NEED COFFEE, the child within cried.

Do I look like a house elf to you?

MAKE IT YOURSELF, YOU LAZY PRICK.

Like I know how.

ASK GRANGER.

No way I'm I asking her for help.

BUT YOU NEED COFFEE. Once Draco realized he was arguing with himself he also realized how true that last statement was. It was either ask her for help or die without his morning coffee. Having decided to drown himself, he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.


Hermione rolled over and clutched the satin sheets to her body, willing herself to fall back asleep. The night before had been, what's the word...interesting or was the word horrible? First that stupid git Malfoy had "accidentally" walked in on her changing, yeah right. Then he spent half the night dialing the phone and listening to it ring, just to make sure it worked. Around 10 o'clock he decided he was hungry but they, of course, had nothing to eat so he complained for about an hour before finally falling asleep. Her thoughts were cut short by a shrill scream and the sound of something large hitting the floor. She hastily pulled a bathrobe around herself and set out down the hall.

"Stupid tile, stupid water. I just want some COFFEE." She followed the sounds to the bathroom and opened the door. Inside she found Draco Malfoy, on the floor, surrounded by water and bubbles, mumbling to himself.

"What happened?"

"I just slipped, the floor was wet and I slipped." Draco was embarrassed enough without Hermione barging in. "Get out."

His tone made her want to strangle him and yell "YOU CAN'T ORDER ME AROUND.", but remembering that she herself had said the very same thing the night before settled on "Let me know when you're done here." Slipping through the door she headed back to her room.

After a few minutes someone banged on her door and yelled, "I'm done." She grabbed her toiletries and headed for the bathroom. Looking down the hall she saw Draco heading to his room with nothing but a towel slipped around his waist. The sight sent shivers down spine. He had put on about 10 pounds of pure unadulterated muscle since the year before and she could not help but gawk. Stupid Hermione, don't stare, she scolded herself, just go take a bath don't stare at him. 40 minutes later Hermione emerged from the bathroom fully dressed in a short, grey skirt and a light blue v-neck shirt with her hair pulled back into a braid. Draco was sitting on the couch staring at the television.

"I don't like this thing." He stated.

"How do you know you didn't even turn it on?"

"I would if I knew how to." Hermione walked over to turn it on. That's when she noticed what Draco was wearing: a bright red shirt with green….shorts? The worst part were the socks, which met the bottom of the shorts, they were yellow with little broomsticks on them. The sight was too much, she burst out laughing. "What is so funny?" Hermione knew she shouldn't laugh it wasn't his fault that he didn't know the first thing about muggle clothing. Instead of answering him she took his hand and led him back to his room. She opened his trunk and pulled out a pair of denim jeans and a dark green sweater.

"Here," she shoved the clothes into his hands, "I suggest you change before we leave."

"Leave?"

"We have to go shopping today. You know for food and school stuff." Hermione walked back out to the living room and turned on the computer. Looking around the room she noticed a door that she hadn't noticed before. Curiosity got the better of her and she carefully opened the door to reveal a small but quite adorable room. There was minuscule table with to wooden chairs in the middle. Cabinets and draws lined the back wall. And a small sink and refrigerator completed the kitchen.

"Granger?" Draco called hardly bothering to keep the worry out of his voice. She walked back to the living room to find Draco staring at the computer with wide eyes. "What is that?"

Hermione snorted, "It's a computer, come here." Draco followed her still regarding the computer with caution. He watched as she sat down and grabbed a weird, oval shaped, plastic object. "This," she gave the object a shake, "is a mouse." This time Draco snorted.

"Hate to burst your bubble Granger but that is not a mouse."

"Yes it is, but it's a different kind of mouse. This," she pointed to a flat thing with little boxes and letters all over it, "is a keyboard. It let's you type things. I bet you don't know what typing is, do you?"

"Nope."

"Well it's too complicated to explain at the moment but I'll fill you in later." She then proceeded to start clicking things around. Starting to feel agitated by the fact that Granger did in fact know everything, he slumped down onto the couch and waited for her to finish. "Ok let's go."


A big thanks to all who reviewed! It helps keep me motivated so keep it up! Hopefully they should start school in a chapter or two depending on how much I write. Now I would like to clear something up, thanks to Nanie-san for bringing this to my attention. So a good question would be why Harry (and for that matter Ron) isn't as angry as Hermione is. Here's how I see it: Harry doesn't blame Draco for Dumbledore's death because, although he helped the Death Eaters get into Hogwarts, he didn't actually kill Dumbledore, Snape did (although I highly doubt it will end this way in the REAL books, but hey this is fan fiction). If you don't buy that then well the answer is: because it fits the story better this way.