Life with Zabini and Malfoy

Disclaimer: Harry Potter-J.K. Rowling

A/N: Finally, I am done with this chapter! Phew! Two new figures in the story, you'll see as you read it! And love, love, love to Gwinna for providing me with a unique name. And of course, another huge thanks to all the other reviewers too! You guys are awesome and had some very good names for me; some will also be used in later chapters! D Last, but not least, thank you to Ms. Anna for once again looking after my story and correct my awful grammar and spellings!

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Hermione jumped in her chair as she heard Draco's very loud, very high-pitched, very girlish scream, screwing up her writing in the letter to Harry in the process. Hermione Granger sprinted towards the stairs with her magical camera. Hearing a boy with that very loud, very high-pitched, very girlish scream is rare but hearing Draco Malfoy with that very loud, very high-pitched, very girlish scream is, well, not that unusual. But, still, it's a moment that Hermione Granger was not going to miss.

Hermione arrived down the stairs just in time to see her dog, Mozart, a humongous golden retriever tackling Draco to the ground. Everyone in the room froze, including the newcomer. Except for Draco, whose face was attacked by the tongue of that same humongous golden retriever and crying out "Get it off me! Get it off me!"

Being the kind and generous person that Hermione Granger was, she started laughing out loud and then, remembering her camera, immediately took a shot of the Malfoy on the ground. As if her laugh was contagious, Blaise also choked out laughter. His face turning red, his hand on his stomach. Hermione also took a photo of that, ready to use blackmail for later.

"Electra! Hermione! Do something!" Mrs. Granger shouted, a look of complete horror on her face.

"Mozart!" The new girl called out. Mozart whined, unhappy to get away from his new 'friend', but got off nonetheless and walked towards Hermione, who immediately started to pat his head and compliment him on his skills.

The girl, who looked to be around the age of ten walked towards Draco, took him by his arm and helped him off the ground.

"Electra Granger, nice to meet you," She said, her cheeks red from her laughter earlier.

Draco and Blaise looked down at the young girl. She looked nothing like Hermione Granger. Her hair was a light blonde, obviously from her father and she had muddy green eyes. Probably a weird mix of her mother's light brown ones and her father's lively blue one.

"Electra!" Hermione called out, coming towards her smaller sister and hugging her, "I missed you!"

"Same here!" Electra said, cheerfully, "did you bring me any of those, what do you call it, Bertie Beans?"

"Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, yep, got five bags of them up stairs in my trunk just for you! After all," Hemione beamed, "both you and Mozart do deserve an award for making that funniest moment of the year!"

Electra and Hermione broke out in laughter while Blaise chuckled. Mrs. Granger sent Hermione a disapproving look but.

"C'mon then, I'll show you around," Hermione said to Blaise and Draco.

"Really sorry!" Electra called out to Draco, "it will never happen again!"

"Better not! If it does, I will personally make sure that dog goes six feet under," Draco mumbled as he stalked out the kitchen, making sure he avoided the monster that was lurking in the living room. As Hermione, Electra and Blaise laughed again, having clearly heard his statement he added, "no, make that twelve."

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"What kind of rubbish is this?" Draco said, kicking the piece of metal in front of him.

"Its not rubbish!" Hermione scowled, "It is called a bicycle, bi-cy-cle! Stop kicking it for goodness sakes!"

Blaise stared at the three bi-cy-cles in front of him. One was green one was magenta and the other was hot pink. He was not going to ride on that.

"Why can't your mom send us again?" Blaise glanced at Hermione from the corner of his eye. "Even that small car is better than this,"

"Its not she doesn't want to!" Hermione explained exasperatedly for the third time in that half an hour since she had told the boys that they were going to town to buy some proper clothes but her parents could not drive them and they had to go on these 'rubbish piece of metals' resulting in the now happening argument, "She has yoga classes today!"

"And the yoga class is the class where she can relax, let out stress so she won't kill people?" Draco said.

Blaise chuckled, "God! Voldemort really should think about taking those classes,"

"And you father can't take us because—"

"He has to take your sister to piano lesson," Blaise finished.

"Yep, that's about it," Hermione nodded.

"I'm getting the green bi-cy-cle!" Draco and Blaise shouted at the same time, and looked at each other in pure hate, glaring each other down.

"For Merlin's sakes!" Hermione threw up her arms, "can't one of you be a man and—"

"Its because we are men that we are not going to ride on a pink bi-cy-cle!" Draco said, irritated, "actually I prefer not to ride one at all thank you very much!"

"Why scared," Hermione mocked.

"Bitch!" Draco spat.

The two growled and stood face to face, glaring at each other.

Blaise groaned, very much like that day in Dumbledore's office when they were first introduced to the pleasant idea of living together.

Hermione sighed and moved back, "It'll save all of us much time if we take the bike, the sooner we finish the sooner we get to spend some time alone.

Blaise and Draco nodded, agreeing.

"Now about who gets the green bike-" Blaise started but was cut off by Hermione.

"I do."

The two boys stared at her as she ignored them, got on the bike and rode towards the sidewalk but rounded back to the garage with a sheepish look on her face.

"Sorry," she scratched her head, "forgot you guys didn't even know how to ride one."

After ten curses, nine falls, eight sprained joints, seven bruises, six scratches and five arguments later, Hermione and her pals were finally on their merry little way.

"I'll get you back for this," Draco threatened her, "I swear I will, if it is the last thing I do.

Hermione simply threw back her head and laughed.

A/N: Sorry for the delay! And the shortness of the chapter but at least it is some thing!

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