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Chapter Three

"Hey!" shouted people blocked in the bus. "Get a move on!"

Draco snapped out of his disbelief induced trance and got out of the way. The passengers filed off of the bus, but Draco didn't notice them. His head had already been filled of horrifying thoughts of living with a mudblood all summer, but this was even worse. He had to live with Granger, his archenemy since day one.

Hermione didn't know what to say. All the thoughts that were rushing through her head she couldn't possibly say out loud. The driver, not caring what could unfold before him, began unloading the luggage.

Draco decided that it was now or never, so he grabbed his trunk and two suitcases and slammed them angrily on the bench were Hermione had been sitting. Hermione was slightly worried by his actions.

"So I guess I'm stuck with you." Draco said angrily, breaking the silence between them. Hermione just nodded bitterly and grabbed Draco's suitcases.

"Let's get going then." Hermione said, heading down the street. Draco grabbed his trunk, and hurriedly followed Hermione.

Hermione couldn't believe who she was leading to her house. "Besides," Hermione thought to herself, "why is Draco even in this program? His parents are complete muggle haters."

Hermione shuddered at the thought of how Draco would treat her parents. She slowed down a bit, dreading the moment that she walked through her front door, with Draco in tow.

"Mudblood!" Draco called from behind her. "Are you trying to get rid of me?"

Hermione whirled around and saw just how far behind Draco was. It had to be at least twenty or thirty feet. His trunk was definitely weighing him down. She only slowed down momentarily, almost wishing that she would lose Draco.

Hermione sighed and backtracked to where Draco was walking slowly. His heavy trunk was slipping from his grip, so Hermione placed the two suitcases on top of it, and grabbed the handle from Draco.

"I can do it myself you know." Draco protested, not wanting Hermione to help him with anything.

"Well, I'd like to get to my house before the dinner." Hermione said bluntly.

"Why?" Draco asked. "Do you have a hot date tonight?"

"No." Hermione answered simply, and the conversation stopped.

Draco finally excepted the fact that Hermione was going to help him, no matter what, so the two of them continued to carry the trunk down the street. The sun was directly overhead now, and Hermione could feel the sweat on her neck and forehead. She badly wanted to take a cold shower.

"I'm glad my mom made me change out of my sweat pants." Hermione thought.

Draco and Hermione didn't talk much during that half-mile. Draco couldn't help but take a second glance at Hermione. She actually was not that bad looking.

"What are you talking about?" Draco thought fiercely to himself. "She's a mudblood."

"Here we are." Hermione said, as she started up the driveway of a quaint two-story white house.

"I guess this isn't so bad." Draco thought as Hermione and he carried his luggage. At least is wasn't a tiny shack by a junk yard. It was acceptable.

They now reached the front door. Hermione put down her end of the trunk, and Draco followed suit. He suddenly felt like he had just gone out for the night and was dropping his date off.

"Like I'd ever go on a date with Granger." Draco thought.

"My parents don't know that we hate each other, so let's just try and pretend that we get along." Hermione said seriously. "Also, no calling me a mudblood either, just cause I'm sick of it. Understand?"

Draco nodded, just glad that this lecture was over. It might be hard to get along with Granger, but he didn't want to get sent home and have to see his mother.

Hermione pushed open the front door, and it swung noiselessly on its hinges. When the pair entered the house, lugging Draco's luggage behind them, they saw that Hermione's parents weren't in the living room.

"That's weird." Hermione thought. "They are always waiting in the living room."

Draco set his trunk down and admired the room. It was nice and cozy. Draco gave a little jump when a fluffy orange cat rubbed against his legs.

Hermione laughed slightly, causing Draco to blush with embarrassment, which Hermione missed.

"That's Crookshanks," Hermione said.

Draco nodded. He remembered seeing the cat around Hogwarts. It was always hanging around on the grounds.

"Let me see if my parents are here." Hermione said and headed towards the kitchen. There was only a short note on the table saying that they had gone and gotten things for lunch. Hermione was actually kind of angry. She didn't want to be alone with Draco any longer.

Hermione stepped back into the living room. "They went out to get food, but they should be home soon."

"I guess I'll just show you around then." Hermione said, shrugging her shoulders.

Hermione then preceded to show Draco all the downstairs rooms (the living room, kitchen, her father's den, and the master bed and bath).

"Let's get your stuff and I'll show you your room upstairs." Hermione said, grabbing the two suitcases and heading towards the stairs. Draco grabbed his trunk and followed Hermione.

As they were going up the stairs, Draco couldn't help but notice that Hermione's skirt was blowing up as she walked up the steps. Draco did a quick peek.

"Not bad." Draco muttered, but a little to loudly.

"What did you say?" Hermione asked, knowing full well what he said. It actually kind of scared her. She turned around and saw Draco smirking at her.

She carefully made her way up the rest of the stairs, a little slower though. They finally reached the top landing. Draco noticed that there were only three doors.

"Here's your room." Hermione said, opening the door on the far left. Draco followed her into it, and set his trunk on the floor. It was very neat and clean.

On the right wall of the room, Draco noticed another door. "Where does that lead?"

"Oh, that's the bathroom." Hermione answered, opening the door.

Draco noticed that everything in the bathroom was a bright white. He also noticed that there was a door across from the other one.

"What about that door?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

"That's my room." Hermione said, not going to open that door. "We have to share a bathroom because there are only two in the whole house. Draco wanted to see Hermione's room, for no apparent reason. He supposed that he would see it at a later time.

Hermione heard the front door open from downstairs, and her parents voices carried upstairs.

"I'll introduce you to my parents." Hermione said heading back towards the stairs.

"I don't know about that." Draco said, and Hermione turned around and gave him a puzzled look. "I think it's a bit early in our relationship for me to meet your parents. Unless of course, you think that we are made for each other."

Hermione wasn't quite sure what to think of this, so she said, "We only have to pretend to get along when my parents are around. It doesn't matter if we are by ourselves."

"Of course," Hermione thought, "I hope he wouldn't say that in front of my parents."

Hermione found her parents in the kitchen, putting groceries away.

"Mom, Dad," Hermione said when she and Draco entered the room. "This is Draco Malfoy. Draco, these are my parents, Henry and Karen Granger."

"Nice to meet both of you." Draco said politely and shook both of their hands, and with a firm grip, which Hermione thought was a plus.

"What am I talking about? A plus?" Hermione mentally slapped herself.

"What's for lunch?" Hermione thought, her stomach rumbling.

"I'd thought I'd make your father's favorite, BLT's." Mrs. Granger said.

"They sound wonderful." Draco said.

"You've never had a BLT?" Hermione asked, surprised.

Draco shook his head. "Is it a muggle thing?"

Hermione shrugged, "It could be, I don't really know."

Lunch was uneventful. Draco put his charm on, and Hermione's parents fell in love with him. Hermione was relieved. Draco could actually be pretty nice when he wanted to. Hermione cleared the dishes after everyone was finished.

"That was delicious." Draco commented, and Hermione's parents beamed.

Mrs. Granger glanced at the kitchen clock. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Henry and I really should be going. We have a couple of appointments this afternoon. We're dentists."

"We should be back before dinner." Henry added.

Hermione's heart sank. She would be alone with Draco again. "Great, just great."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger left the kitchen and the house, leaving Draco and Hermione alone.

"I'd better unpack." Draco said, as he stood up from the table.

Hermione nodded as he left the room. She decided to leave the dishes in the sink and to head upstairs. She wanted to write to Harry and Ron. They should know what is going on.

Hermione sat at the desk in her room. She was aware of Draco's shuffling around in the his room. Hermione focused on her first letter, which was to Ron. She wrote, in her neat handwriting.

Dear Ron,

How is your summer? Mine's going well, except for the fact that Malfoy is going to be spending the summer here. Which means that I won't be able to come to the Burrow. I'm so sorry. You know I really wanted to come.

Anyways, as you are probably outraged by the very mention of Malfoy's name, let me tell you that it wasn't my idea. My parents signed me up for this stupid program where a pureblood goes and stays with a muggle-born witch or wizard. It's just my luck that I'm stuck with him.

Please don't worry about me though. Everything will be fine. I hope all is well with your family. I'll talk to you soon.

Hermione

PS- I have to send this by ordinary mail because I don't have an owl at the moment. Please send your reply back with Pig so that we can talk easier.

Hermione folded the letter and sealed it inside an envelope. She carefully wrote out Ron's address and put a stamp on it.

Hermione wrote another letter to Harry, which was very similar. She sealed, addressed, and put a stamp on it.

Hermione headed downstairs, with both letters in her hands. The mail man was at the door when Hermione reached it, so she just handed it to him and took the day's mail.

"Thank you," she said, as the man headed towards the next house. "That was perfect timing."

Hermione headed back up to her room, planning on doing some reading. Draco had not yet come out from his room, so Hermione thought that she would just leave him alone. She wasn't sure if this was more for him, or for her.

Hermione opened Hogwarts: A History for about the thousandth time. She had mostly everything memorized, and probably knew it better than the person who had written the book, but that didn't stop her.

The afternoon just disappeared, and Hermione soon realized that it was already after five o'clock. Hermione jumped off her bed in a hurry, scaring Crookshanks out of his fur.

At that moment, Hermione heard her parents walk inside the house. She headed out of her room and to Draco's door, and knocked.

"What is it?" Draco asked opening the door. Hermione noticed that he had been reading because there was a book open on his bed.

"So we have something in common." Hermione thought surprised. She realized Draco was waiting for her to answer his question.

"Do you want to head on downstairs for dinner?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know, this is getting kind of serious really fast." Draco said. "Dinner with your parents already?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. That was already the second time that Draco had mentioned the two of them dating. Did it mean anything? Hermione shook it off and headed downstairs. Draco wasn't far behind.

Mrs. Granger had worked at lightning speed, and there already was a casserole in the oven. The casserole part was the only thing that Hermione didn't like.

Withing about fifteen minutes, all four of them were sitting at the table, eating who-knows-what, and actually having a decent conversation. Draco was continuing to surprise Hermione. Of course, she hoped he just wasn't doing this, and was then planning on doing something evil later.

Dinner was just as uneventful as lunch. However, when Hermione stood up to clear the dishes, Draco helped her.

"You don't have to do that." Hermione said. Draco just shrugged his shoulders, and took the dishes to the sink.

After the dishes were all done, the table was cleared, and Hermione's parents had retired to their room, Hermione and Draco headed upstairs together.

"I'm just gonna go to bed." Draco said, opening his bedroom door. "Good night."

"Night." Hermione said, heading into her room. Even though she had taken a shower this morning, she really wanted to take one now.

So Hermione grabbed her pajamas, and headed into the bathroom. She quickly undressed and stepped into the shower.

Hermione quickly washed her hair, and scrubbed her whole body. Just as she stepped out of the shower, Draco walked into the bathroom.

Hermione yelped and frantically searched for a towel to cover herself up. Draco hurriedly slammed the door. He sincerely said an apology through the door.

Draco changed into his pajamas and laid down on his back. He put his hands behind is head and crossed his feet. He couldn't get Hermione out of his head. And now that he thought back to her in the bathroom, he couldn't help but think that he actually liked what he saw.

Back in her own room, Hermione laid down on her bed. She was slightly embarrassed by what had happened, but she knew it was an accident. After all, Draco had apologized. Before she drifted off to sleep, Hermione's thoughts wandered to Draco, already asleep in the other room.

A/N: I finally posted! It took me forever cause I couldn't find the motivation to do anything. MANY THANKS to everyone who reviewed. I'm so glad you like my story! Anyways, I'm starting school tomorrow, so I don't know how soon I am going to be able to update. I promise I will though cause I do not want to abandon this story. I hate doing that. Thanks for reading and please review. I need input:)