Pureblood Meets Mudblood Chapter 8: PART IIX: Confusion and Chaos, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: It sucks that I have to keep on saying this as it always reminds me of my misfortune. BUT just to be on the safe side…I do not own any of the HP characters except for Aunt Maude and Francesca in this chapter. AND some of the ideas in this chapter were once again taken from Sarah Mason's Party Season – a great book!

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay! I had exams for two whole freakin' weeks – it wasn't exactly easy but hey, I'm alive. LoL! Thanks again to all my wonderful reviewers! I love you guys so much! I just read my last chapter and I noticed how crap it was so I'm going to re-write it again and update that as soon as possible. So if you guys want to read it again, you all can. IF.

Anyway I've also uploaded a one shot fic – Draco/Hermione which is called: Love, Hope and Success. It's very different from this one so if you guys want to read it, go ahead – I'd appreciate it if you did. Anyway that's it from me. Here is the chapter! I hope you guys enjoy it! Please review :D!

On Hermione's handphone…

xxx

You have received a text message from Zach:

Hey sweetheart! Remember v culdn't meet up the last time I called u coz u had to get ready 4 Lanconsmede? Well, guess wut? I'm coming over 2 Lanconsmede myself. How abt v meet up then huh? I hope u can coz v haven't seen each other 4 ages! Call me, k? I miss u loads!

THE DIARY OF HERMOINE GRANGER

Okay when I received that message yesterday, two thoughts popped into my head unwillingly: Oh my god! My boyfriend is coming over! was one of them while the other went something along the lines of: Shit! He sends this JUST when I was planning on dumping him… AND yet, by the crack of dawn, today morning I had decided and planned to meet and greet Zach like a proper and dutiful girlfriend would and should.

I know…I know…though I did want to cast him away earlier, I'm having second thoughts about that decision now because well…he's the only guy who's actually really CARED for me (with the exception of Ron and Harry)…the only guy who accepts me for the book-worm, geeky, not so pretty twenty-four year old that I am. He actually really wants me. Isn't that obvious through his insistent message sending?

SO who cares if I haven't seen the guy for 4 months consecutively? Okay, this is bad when concerning a relationship but hey, this lack of interaction between the two us, let me point out, has nothing to do with us quarreling or anything like that. The both of us are just very busy, hectic and traveling people (he's a business entrepreneur and I'm a journalist) which logically explains why we keep missing each other…and why we have been growing apart…

But hey, Zach still wants me and we haven't been avoiding each other purposely or anything (no comment). And I trusted him enough to tell him about my being in Lanconsmede (lets ignore the part where I purposely left out the part about Ron and Pansy getting married and the part where I lied to the guy about my visit to Lanconsmede being centered around my writing an nonexistent article about the little town for the Daily Prophet). This does show that I trust him – to some degree, right?

Yeah right. Of course.

DRACO MALFOY'S PERSONAL ORGANISER

When Granger came down for breakfast today, I knew something was on her mind. The lady was, obviously, preoccupied with something. She, politely, acknowledged Aunt Maude and even ME with a courteous 'Good Morning' before sitting down, mutely and staring into space blankly with her small mouth left slightly open.

Aunt Maude, thankfully, said nothing – I had finally managed to convince the old lady, during the course of the past few hours, that Granger and me, were by no means OR under any circumstances, a couple. Not now. Not ever. The information actually came as a shock to the lady which would, probably, explain her somber and quiet mood today during breakfast. Or maybe she had just forgotten to get Poppet her breakfast (knowing my aunt, she'd start feeding it Pizza) – who knows?

But anyway, moving back to the subject – breakfast was a quiet affair. Too quiet actually…well, that was until I broke the crystallized silence by saying "The ministry delegates are coming over tomorrow for dinner AND they'll be staying here for about two days. I need to you two to stay far away as possible. Especially you, Granger. Having Poppet can actually be considered a blessing when compared to you"

That caught Granger's attention if her glare and red cheeks were any indication of this. "I'll see what I can do" she snapped

"Good"

"Tomorrow?" she repeated softly, obviously surprised at my announcement. Aunt Maude was still quiet, staring outside the window in a manner very similar to the way the mudblood had been a few minutes ago. And the Weasel had a day ago, now that I remember.

"Yes, tomorrow" I answered as Ms. Cole's mouthwatering pan cakes were laid on the table in front of me by Francesca, one the youngest girls I've employed yet. The delicious aroma was a kin to having icy, cool water splashed onto your face. I dug in immediately.

Taking a deep breath, she muttered softly before clearing her throat quietly "Do you need any help?" She moved a strand of her curly brown hair away from her face to reveal her questioning eyes.

"Help?" I repeated, quite sure that I had heard her wrong. I stopped messing with my pan cakes as I heard her question. Granger offering me help? Yeah, right.

"Yeah…you know…help as in needing assistance?"

"I know what help is, Granger, thank you very much"

"So now that you do" continued the mudblood, oblivious to my glaring eyes "Do you need any from me?"

"From you?" I laughed out loud "When that day arrives, Granger, cows will fly" I started eating my pan cakes (…gratefully) once again.

"I was just asking…" she muttered quietly, before turning her eyes away from me. She stared at her plate, blankly, wringing her slender fingers unconsciously. The girl definitely had something on her mind. I just knew it then because the geeky, nerdy mudblood I know would have never ended that conversation…a round of our quarreling on note like that.

Aunt Maude was still very quiet. She had not commented at all on my insisting that she and her best friend, Poppet stay away from the delegates. It seemed as though everyone had things on their minds but I was only interested in finding out what was in Granger's at that moment which was why I felt compelled to ask her "Ever heard of finishing what's on your plate, Granger?"

Granger turned to me suddenly, her eyes immediately registering my presence "What?"

I sighed heavily "What is wrong with you?"

"With me?"

"Not that I particularly care, Granger, but you seem very quiet today"

"Quiet?"

"Yes!" I snapped, irritated at her lack of cooperation "As in you are very different"

"Different?" Her eyes were still blank. The girl had more than just something on her mind.

"Can you please stop repeating everything I say and answer the damn question for once?"

"The ques- I mean, nothing is wrong"

"Yeah of course" I smirked, sarcastically "That's why you've cut your egg into a gazillion pieces and not eaten a single piece. I bet that I can glue the thing and give it back to you, whole"

"I will eat it sometime" she insisted.

"I don't, particularly, care whether you eat it or not, Granger. I just want to know…has Potter finally told you that he hates you…or…wait! Has your boyfriend dumped you?"

Her face went red immediately as she averted her eyes from mine "No" She also added a very quiet, "Far from it"

"I don't believe you. You've been dumped, haven't you?" Aunt Maude seemed to be looking right past us. Her egg was also mutilated…I really don't understand the female sex, you know. I mean honestly. Eat the food you have been provided with. Don't mutilate it. Sheesh!

"No I haven't!" exclaimed the mudblood. Her eyes had lost the blank look and were now, literally, shooting sparks. This is the Granger I know….

"Really, you don't have to be embarrassed" I smiled in mock concern "I would have thought that you'd have gotten used to it by now, you know, considering -"

"I – have – not – been – dumped!"

"Yeah? Then what's with the crabby face?"

"Nothing!" she snapped "I told you that before"

"I know you did, Granger but I don't believe you"

"Then go to hell!"

"I plan on visiting the area sometime but as I look at the situation now, I have a feeling that you'll be joining me too (though I would have preferred to undertake at least that journey without you). Ever heard of the 'Thy shall not lie to your neighbor' commandment, Granger? I've heard that whoever is up there is pretty intent that we follow it. You should look over it, sometime, maybe?"

"I am!"

"You are what? Looking over the commandment?"

I could have sworn that smoke was coming out of Granger's ears and through her nostrils. "I – HAVE – NOT – BEEN – DUMPED!" Aunt Maude still stared ahead…

"You've been dumped" I smirked again, knowing that it would annoy her and boy, was I ever right.

"NO!"

"Yes"

"NO! NO!"

"Yes. Yes" I replied calmly, paying no attention to her red face.

"I HATE YOU!"

"So I've heard" As I looked at Granger, I laughed to myself. The girl was so easy to get to – even after seven years of being apart. And now, that I look back, I've realized how much I missed it. Missed making fun of her and her two 'cronies'.

"Well since you seem so interested in my well being and social life, Malfoy, not that its any of your business, but my boyfriend just asked me out on a date" she replied primly, her chin held up high.

I stopped laughing for a moment. "And that is bad because…?"

"ARGH! You are SO annoying!" she screamed a shrilly scream

As they say: hell hath not fury like a women scorned.

THE DIARY OF HERMIONE GRANGER

Okay so I did tell him what was wrong with me in the end. I really couldn't bare his snide comments and teasing any longer. I just can't understand how the git could be so calm while I was burning with rage. His annoyingly smooth composure just does not seem...well…possible. God, I hate the idiot! He is the only person, on this planet, who can make me lose my temper within ten seconds without bruising himself in the process. He seems well adept at that art form – even after seven years of not being in my presence.

Anyway. I let everything out from Zach being my boyfriend, about how much we didn't really meet each other to how nervous I was at his arrival and the date we had set up for today. I even (…accidentally, let me remind you all), in my emotionally depressed state, let slip the part about my lack of experience in the whole 'physical affection' department. It was only when the words were out that I realized what had happened and in effort of stopping myself from continuing, I clamped my palm over my lips in embarrassment.

But of course, this did nothing to improve the situation. Malfoy laughed heartily at my expense as did Francesca who was now clearing up the dinning table. But hello! I hadn't been kissed by anyone in six months (after my getting together with Zach – we rarely meet each other to kiss)! What do they expect?

"Everyone is not like you!" I snapped at Malfoy angrily, carefully choosing not to dump my fresh orange juice in Francesca's pretty face. The girl was laughing her head off too! "Not everyone gets laid once a day, Malfoy!" But he paid no attention to my whining in all his amusement.

Aunt Maude (she made me call her that), who was surprising subdued during the whole meal, was the only compassionate soul in the room who offered me an apologetic look and reassuring smile "Don't worry, dear" she told me as Francesca left the room with the last of the plates in her hands. I nodded solemnly, unaware of how ridiculous and shocking her next comment was going to be. "All you need is practice. As they say practice makes perfect"

"Practice?" I cried. My jaw dropped. I was shocked to my toes. So shocked that I stupidly asked "On what?" How this lady ended up a Malfoy is still a mystery to me.

But I regretted my speaking those dumb words out loud when I saw the lady's eyes fall upon Malfoy, alight with a new found plan. They roamed over the git, in answer to my question. "No" I said quickly "Its fine. I don't need to practice"

Malfoy seemed to understand what was happening too then if his widened eyes (…which were filled with disgust) were any indication of his realization. "No, no, no, no, no. Aunt Maude…Aunt Maude! Don't look a – DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! You can practice on your hand, Granger and have fun. But, whatever you do, count me out"

"I was planning to" I snapped. Then I, hastily, added "Counting you out, I mean. Not, um, you know…practicing on my hand"

"Oh come on you two" smiled Aunt Maude, brightly "It's just a small kiss. One won't hurt anyone, right?"

"Hurt? I'll be maimed for life!" insisted the git which made me kick him hard under the table. A satisfactory grunt of pain escaped his lips.

"Draco, now" said his aunt, sternly "Please be a gentleman and kiss the young lady"

"I'd be no gentleman if I did" muttered the bastard

"I'll be fine" I started, quietly ignoring Malfoy's snide comment with great difficulty "I really am oka- "

"Granger will be fine" interrupted Malfoy before quietly adding "It is poor Smith who will have to suffer. The guy just wouldn't know what's he's gotten himself into"

I kicked him again. Really hard.

"BOTH OF YOU, ENOUGH!" snapped Aunt Maude loudly which made the both of us (Malfoy and myself) stop bickering suddenly. I had never heard the women raise her voice, before and honestly, it was very mind-blowing. "Both of you up there, now and start kissing"

Her voice demanded prompt obedience and was obtained. When Malfoy opened his mouth, she reprimanded him severely, leaving the git looking, uncharacteristically, defeated. She was the only lady I had seen who could tame the idiot in that manner.

But I was in no mood to show my appreciation right then. I was just too surprised to open my mouth. How could this be? I mean, honestly? But I tried to shrug it off – I tried telling myself that it was only a kiss. Sadly, my efforts went in vain. I was going to kiss Malfoy for Christ's sakes – against my will too!

When we stood in front of each other, we glared, his steel gray eyes meeting mine squarely. "This is all your fault, you know" he hissed.

As he was over six feet, I had to tilt my head upwards to see his face. And as I did, I noticed how disarmingly handsome he was. His blonde hair stood out in odd angles – in a very, I have to admit, sexy manner. His black sweater outlined his broad shouldered, lean, muscular body and clashed beautifully with his gray eyes. His strong jaw and hollow cheeks were every bit as imposing as he aristocratic nose. He looked stunning (I can't believe I just said that!) as he stood in the sun's rays that were pouring into the house through one of the hundred and one windows, near by. But I didn't mention any of this to him of course. Instead I glared and snapped, "My fault! If you hadn't been there, we wouldn't have to…to…kiss in the first place!"

"I think you are forgetting Granger that this is my house that you are in" he glared. He was just as angry as I was about this whole thing though he seemed very much in control with his anger than I was.

"The longer you two take to get on with it, the longer the both of you will have to suffer for" advised Aunt Maude and from what I could see, the witch was enjoying herself to no end.

"You heard the lady, didn't you?" asked Malfoy, moving towards me which made me take a step back involuntarily. I couldn't believe the idiot was so composed at a time like this too. It was quite unlike the Malfoy I knew 7 years ago. He was composed then too but I don't think he would have been joking about kissing (well, not exactly joking but yeah…) when we were seventeen. "What are you doing, Granger?" he asked

"Nothing" I muttered, frightened slightly at our close proximity.

His moved forward again causing a similar but opposite reaction in me. He sighed heavily "You wanted this" he pointed out

"No, I didn't" I whispered, hurriedly "Your aunt made this happen"

"She wouldn't have if you hadn't gone on about how inexperienced you were!" He was way beyond being just angry and frustrated now. Even his calm composure couldn't hide that fact anymore

I opened my mouth to snap back at him but nothing came out. He was right. If I had kept my big mouth shut, nothing would have happened. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing!

"Come on you two" urged Aunt Maude

Malfoy made another step towards me and once again, I stepped back which made him growl slightly in frustration "We aren't dancing, Granger"

"I know" I replied primly. What did he expect me to do? Jump into his arms?

"Then stop doing that!" His temper was getting the best of him.

"I can't help it…"

As he reached towards me once again, I was ready to move backwards, away from him but he was faster than me. He slipped his arm around my waist and grabbed towards him. I felt his strong shoulders and body against mine suddenly. Our eyes met again, his ones fierce with determination before he took a deep breath, leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips.

It was a wonderful kiss. I had never known that a simple kiss could feel so…pleasurable. Never had Victor Krum kissed me like this when I was fourteen. Neither had Ron and that was when we were seventeen. Let's just forget Zach. My head was shouting: This is Malfoy you are kissing! The guy you have hated for as long as you can remember! Stop it! And yet, my body had a mind of its own. It seemed to know exactly what to do which surprised me.

I had to stand on my toes to meet his height. His arms tightened around me suddenly before he pulled me closer into his strong chest and crushed me tightly towards him – even that did not repulse me. Far from it, actually. He pulled my up from the ground as he enveloped me in his strong arms. His warmth spread through me instantly and I felt a rare sense of safety – in Malfoy's arms! I wanted him more than ever. And I hated myself for wanting him. I was amazed when he deepened the kiss and parted his lips, making mine do so too.

And all of sudden, it stopped too quickly. Even as our heads moved apart from each other's minutely, I could still feel his ragged breath on my face. His eyes bore holes into mine as he set me back on my feet. Something stirred within his gray orbs – it was almost as though he desired me as much as I did him. But that look disappeared as quickly as it had come.

He was now smiling at me – very mockingly. "Experienced, are you now, Granger?" I ask again: How could the idiot be calm even at a time like this?

My face turned an unearthly shade of red as I muttered a quick "Whatever" and moved away from him and out of the room. I ran up the stairs and into my room. I just couldn't believe it. How could someone I hate so much, kiss me so thoroughly…It is certainly, one of the miracles on the planet. I – I –

On second thought, I hated the kiss. I still hate that kiss. It made me want to…err…puke badly. Very badly. The git takes a hundred and one girls to his bed, every single day of the week and I'm not ready to be one of them. But…but…NO!

I SHALL ALWAYS HATE MALFOY FOR EVER MORE. I SHALL LEARN NEVER TO KISS HIM EVER AGAIN, FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE.

….BECAUSE I HATED THE KISS. I HATE HATE HATE HATE THAT KISS. IT WAS DISGUSTING, HORRIBLE…

Argh! This is not working any more…I think I'm going to have to tear these last few pages. Damn Malfoy and that bone melting, wonderful, amazing….but very very disgusting kiss…

DRACO MALFOY'S PERSONAL ORGANISER

My calmness was all a sham. So was my snide comment. I wanted her, you know. I actually wanted the mudblood. I was so disappointed when the kiss ended and I had to let her go. As we pulled up for air, I wanted to pull her back again and feel her small slender body against mine. But I came to my senses at the right time – I put on my mask and acted like this happened everyday…not me kissing mudbloods, but ladies being breathless (like she was) after kissing the one and only Draco Malfoy.

…when in reality, I just couldn't believe it. I'm supposed to be the experienced one! I'm supposed to know what to do when I kiss a girl. I've only done it a hundred times. Its one of the special art forms, I'm talented at, second only to annoying people. I've got it all down from beginning to end. I know where to hold the girl, when to pull her towards me, when to caresses her face, when to part my lips and prod her mouth with my tongue.

I know all this stuff and yet, when I kissed that…that mudblood, I forgot everything! The minute our lips touched, everything went blank and it was like my first kiss all over again. No one has ever made me feel like that. And I hate her for tormenting me (even though she did it unconsciously). But I hate myself the most for feeling this way. Oh yeah, AND Aunt Maude. God!

I was so agitated after Granger left the room, all red faced and embarrassed, that I dug into my pockets instantly and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. Pulling one fag out, I lightened it and took a long swig. I couldn't stop myself. Smoking is about the only thing that calms my nerves.

Slowly my head started to clear. After a few minutes, I decided that the reason I felt so strongly for Granger was because I hadn't held or had a girl for a while. And so as soon as I do, everything will go back to normal. I hope.

It was when I was mulling over everything that had just happened, that the great mastermind herself, Aunt Maude, walked in and smiled at me, knowingly "Finished are you?"

"Obviously" I muttered, breathing a whole lot of smoke out. I had just noticed that the lady hadn't been there. "When did you leave the room?"

"A while ago" she answered "You two were taking quite a while"

"A while?" I asked, dreading her answer. I put the cigarette back in my mouth.

"Longer than necessary for a practice kiss anyway" I glared at her smiling face. This was all her fault. She hummed to herself, happily but stopped when she noticed my smoking, her eyes narrowing slightly. She scowled at my 'pulling a fag out when I'm agitated' habit. "You know how bad smoking is for you, Draco. You really hav- "

"Shut up" I glared, moving towards the door. As I turned my back to her, I swear I could feel her smiling at my retreating form. When I turned back to her, I saw her wink at me. The lady was weirder than I had given her credit for. With that, I slammed the door in her motherly face. Relatives! Damn her! Damn the whole fucking world!

- Tear these pages out because if, god forbid, mother or father comes across it, I'll be more than just dead.

- Get laid tonight. It's obvious that I need it. Why else would I feel such an intense attraction and need for Granger of all people?

- Remind Ms. Cole to get tomorrow's dinner ready. (THIS IS IMPORTANT)

- Kill Poppet if possible and maybe, even, Granger.

Dear Mr. Malfoy

I hope this letter finds you well.

Something has come up. I received some startling yet wonderful news today so I had to leave the moment I heard it meaning that I will not be able to make your dinner for tomorrow. My long lost husband is here! Can you believe it? He is in a pub near by, waiting for me after all these years! So I do hope that you will forgive me for not being there AND leaving on short notice.

Forgive me Mr. Malfoy. Call on me on the number written at the bottom of this letter and I will explain everything. Sorry for causing so much inconvenience. I hope you will still have me cook for you in the near future.

Yours truly,

Mrs. Cole

Mr. Malfoy

I am driving Mrs. Cole to her husband so please do forgive me for not being there for your visitors.

Carsile

THE DIARY OF HERMIONE GRANGER

My evening wore on with Zach. It was absolutely horrible and even, while, I was with him I wanted to tell him that we should end the whole thing. But I couldn't. I'm not a mean person by nature and he seemed genuinely happy to be with me. If only I could feel the same way about him.

It was while we were having tea and he was going "Hermione, you really should come with me to Hawaii next month. It will be great, don't you think…" blah blah (he has a business trip scheduled in Hawaii for next month) that my phone rang. The annoying ringing sound almost seemed to be a blessing right then.

"Excuse me" I smiled politely at Zach and looked at the small screen that was glowing blue due to the call. It read: Unknown number. Who the hell could it be? Flipping it open, I said hello.

"Hello?" replied a voice, no longer (not that it ever was) welcome to my ears. Malfoy.

"What do you want? Make it quick. I'm kind of busy" I muttered, unable to keep the hostility away from my tone. I smiled reassuringly at Zach, who nodded in return.

"On your date?" I could practically see him smirking. The git!

"What do you want?"

There was a sharp intake in breath before his words came out all jumbled "Ineedyourhelp"

"What?" I asked, pulling the phone closer to my ears in effort of hearing him. I tactfully avoided mentioning his name in front of Zach,

"I need…I need…"

"You need what?" I asked impatiently "Get on with it" Silence. "Tell me now or I'm going to hang up rig- "

"Your help!" he exclaimed

"My what?" I asked, surprised

"I need your help" he mumbled, really softly

I smiled, triumphantly. "I thought you didn't need it?"

"Well, I changed my mind" he smirked

"But what if I don't want to help you?"

"You have to!" he wailed "I'm in deep shit, Granger and if you don't help me right now, Lanconsmere will be in deep shit too"

I was, surprised to say the least "Fine. I'll be there"

"Bring Creevey along with you"

"Colin? Why should- "

"Just do as I say. Come right now. I'm on a time crunch. Get your arse right back here now, Granger"

"I believe you are in no position to order me around" I snapped, angrily

"I am always in a position to order you around, mudblood" he informed me and with that he hung up. I honestly felt like telling him to go to hell. I didn't want to be a pawn to his arrogance. And yet, I had heard the panic in his voice meaning he really was in deep shit as he had claimed.

"Zach. I have to go" I said, suddenly getting up. I felt cold. I really did. But there was nothing I could do now.

"Where? What happened?"

"Something has come up. I'll call you later okay?"

"What has come up?"

"My article needs to be written for tomorrow" I lied. God! I felt heartless. Absolutely heartless. Why was I leaving a guy who cares for me a great deal for one who doesn't care two hoots about me? It is a question I still can not answer.

"Oh okay" he replied, somewhat somber. "So I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow" I muttered in reply before getting up. Looking at Zach's pitiful eyes one last time, I left before I could think twice of my actions to go pick Colin up. Damn Malfoy!

Malfoy really was in deep shit. And a bastard too. When I came in with Colin, the idiot had the guts to glare and inform me that I was late. I merely smiled and said, "I didn't see any cows about on the way here". I wanted to remind him of his assertion that cows would fly if he asked me for help.

He smirked and said "Are you sure? Because I saw a brown, bushy haired one outside a moment ago" How could someone be so annoying? Even Colin found it hard to control his anger.

"What has happened?" I asked, taking my coat off and leaving it on the chair near by – I saw Malfoy eye it wearily. I ignored him. "What's wrong?"

"Mrs. Cole just called. Well I just called her because she wrote me a note and everything"

"And so?" asked Colin. He was way more irritated than I was. "Why the hell did you call us for?"

"She's gone" replied Malfoy, purposely ignoring Colin as though he was part of the furniture "Along with Carsile"

"Where to?" I asked before jokingly adding, "The groceries?" Hey I'm rusty with my humor okay?

"No, worse than that. She is at a pub"

"Pub?" I repeated, comically. I really did admire the audacity of the women. "Is she? Crickey, talk about sinking ships. Did she go for a quick one? I don't see why, it's not like we don't ha- "

"Shut up, Granger" I did. "Her husband has just turned up"

"Mrs. Cole has a husband?" I asked

"Yes" he replied

"Mrs. Cole's husband" I said again, trying to get the concept into my befuddled brain.

"Yes. That would be Mr. Cole"

"I didn't know there was a Mr. Cole"

"There kind of has to be a Mr. Cole in order for there to be a Mrs. Cole"

"I know that but- "

"Can you two please shut up!" interrupted Colin. Both Malfoy and myself suddenly seemed notice that the twenty-three year old was still there. "So what do you need us for?" he continued

"I need Granger to cook and you as my butler for tomorrow as Carsile, too, has joined Mrs Cole for the journey"

"I can't cook!" I said, suddenly. Well, I could. But I couldn't cook for ministry delegates. Colin was surprisingly quiet. Was he actually considering Malfoy's decision? Oh my god. Worse still. Is he going accept it too?

"You have to!"

"I will not"

"Come on!"

"Why should I?" I asked the git "Especially after the way you've been treating me my whole life!"

"Treating you? What the hell have I done except for speaking the truth?"

"Truth! God, you are so full of yourself, aren't you? I'm not going to cook. And that's that!"

"You have to!" His voice was rising, just like mine was.

"No I will not!"

"Bitch" he swore

I was about to retort when Colin put a firm hand on my shoulder. I looked at his calm face. He looked so serene. "Do it for this beautiful town"

I stared ahead for a few minutes, under their scrutinizing gazes before suddenly breaking down. "Fine! Fine, I'll do it!"

So now I'm going to cook for the biggest idiot on the planet and some ministry officials. Can you believe it? Hermione Granger is going to cook for ministry delegates! God save me. Please. Amen.

Author's Note: SO how do you guys like it? This is longest chapter I've written yet I think. How was it? I tried to get more Hermione/Draco action into this one. Was it too early for a kiss? They still hate each other though. There will be a whole lot of fun in the next chapter. I promise. Just small question: Are the characters too OOC? Please tell me

Well other than that…like I said, I'm going to re-write my last chapter. If there were any typos in this chapter, please forgive me. They were unintended. I hope you guys like it and please review! I love you all! Thank you so much! And I will update soon...I promise!