A/N: Alright this d update in two days, and the first one only got one review. I know you guys can do better. But I must add a huge thanks to the one person who has reviewed, and has been reviewing. Therefore, this chapter is dedicated to xxaishiteru.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not the characters, nothing from the movies, or any of the ideas of the lovely JK Rowling. Nor, do I own Starbucks, or any rights, to anything Starbucks related.

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Hermione decided it would be best if she left, and returned home, so she did. She desperately wanted to sleep in her own bed. Not on Draco Malfoy's, and most certainly not in Draco Malfoy's house. But now that she thought about it, she sort of felt bad for him. He had everything he could ever want except for a girlfriend and peace and quiet from his own father who was supposed to be in prison.

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Hermione stumbled over to the telephone.

'Hermione?'

'Yes, Malfoy?'

'Back to last name basis are we?'

'Yes, at the moment.'

'Well I wanted to ask you something.'

'And what might that be?'

'Can I call you Mia?'

'You absolutely may not call me Mia!'

'But why can't I?' whined Draco oh-so-uncharacteristically.

Hermione hung up the phone with a click. She walked over to her closet and pulled out some blue jeans and a white sweater that had a scrunched-up neck.

She grabbed a towel, and walked into her bathroom. Once the hot water ran over her body, it felt like liquid heat had been poured into her veins. Nearly a half and hour later Hermione stepped out of the shower dried herself off, and got dressed.

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It was Draco, again, to her displeasure.

'I'm bored. And no I'm not going to say Hello. I'm on a Hello strike.' Hermione stopped a second and tried to find at least one reason for it to not sound crazy for Draco Malfoy to be on a 'not-saying-hi-strike'. She found none.

'So what possessed you to call me?'

'I don't know. I just pushed a random number in to my speed dial option and it called you….'

'I'm on your speed dial?' I'm on HIS speed dial? WTF!

'Yes.'

'Can I ask why I am on your speed dial?'

'Why, do you want to not be on my speed dial? You know, most women pay to be on my speed dial. You should consider yourself lucky!'

'I'm not most women….D-Malfoy. '

'You almost used my first name!'

'No I didn't.'

'Admit it already Hermione, you think I'm Oh-so-sexy!'

'NO I DON'T. EW EW EW EW EW!'

Once again, she hung up the phone. She strode gracefully over to her closet and grabbed a long black trench coat, put it on, grabbed her purse, and left the house, headed down to her favorite bookstore for some reading, and coffee…

When she had arrived she noticed that the coffee shop had been changed into a Starbucks. She ordered and iced frappuccino and sat down to read a book. But Malfoy, the annoying ferret that he is, just so happened to stop into said bookstore.

He sat down in a chair across from her, carefully, as to not draw attention.

'Why do you order a cold coffee when its nearly freezing outside?' he asked scrutinizing her cup, and then eventually her, after she had finished jumping two feet into the air and falling over backwards in her chair.

He stood up and offered her his hand to help her up, but she refused it.

'Malfoy what are you doing here!'

'Maybe I wanted to get a new book to read?'

'You read books?'

'Yes, is there something wrong with that?'

'No, no absolutely not….' And she trailed off muttering about hell freezing over, and things of that sort……

Hermione grabbed her stuff to leave. But Draco stopped her.

'Mia,' he said putting emphasis on the word, 'where are you going?'

'Why does it matter to you?'

'I don't know.'

In all honesty he didn't know. But he wanted to, so he decided he would follow her. And he knew the perfect way to do so, even though, he extremely despised ferrets….