I'll be honest. I completely forgot about this story, plus I haven't had any ideas for this one in a long while. To those of you to those that are still here, thanks for your patience.

My personal life has been a mess lately, Covid isn't really helping. I'm sorry this took so long. If you also read my story 'Dilemma', I'll probably update that within the next month?

Hermione's POV, Sunday July 24, 2001

The next five days pass in a haze, with me not leaving my house after Wednesday. No matter how discredited Rita Skeeter was, some idiots still read her pathetic excuses of articles. Some of those idiots, however big of idiots they may be, were brave enough to attempt to attack me for being a 'liar'. Other than one unfortunate stinging hex that I missed, they all failed. 13 different people, all on the same day. Regardless, I didn't quite feel like having to watch my back more than usual.

Harry and Ginny brought me food Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. According to Ginny, Ron was a bit angry about me getting that stupid letter, yet she assured me that he would come around. Eventually. Harry was fine with it, albeit a bit confused. We talked for hours over Chinese takeaway about what may be happening. We each had our own favourite theories as to why I received the letter. Mine was that it was some prank from George, or maybe someone working on his behalf, though he vehemently denied it. Ginny thinks someone at the Ministry got a bit sloshed and made the 'mistake' of writing my name down. She even jokingly suggested that it was Kingsley's doing. Harry, on the other hand, thought it was completely intentional, and not for shits and giggles. He still worries about Death Eaters, more than the rest of us do. He expressed his concerns that it may be a ploy by some of Voldemort's followers to hurt me, though Ginny and I eventually talked him down from that one.

A knock on my door jarred me from my thoughts. Also causing me to fall off of my couch. And hitting my head. After muttering a few choice words, I picked myself off the floor, grabbed my wand, and headed for the door. Without pausing (like I know I should) I open the door to two awkward and concerned looking men on my front stoop.

"Draco, Theodore, hello. How may I help you?" Both men looked at me oddly for a second before Theodore cleared his throat. He looked down before mumbling something. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Could you please lower your wand? We aren't here to hurt you, we brought food." I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized I was pointing my wand at them, before quickly lowering it and shoving it in the waistband of my sweatpants. I then notice the takeaway bag in Draco's hands. For the brightest witch of my age, I seem to be incredibly unobservant.

"Oh Merlin I'm so sorry, uhm please, come in." I vaguely recognize that I'm in my pajamas, but the smell of food overrules the part of my brain that knows I should excuse myself to change. "You really didn't have to go to all of this trouble…"

"Nonsense Hermione, I'm- WE'RE not going to let you not eat because of some assholes," Draco interrupted with a shrug, moving to sit in one of my chairs, while Theodore opted to join me on the couch, "besides, it wasn't any trouble at all." At this, Theodore burst out laughing, and didn't show any signs of stopping. After a minute or so, he actually fell off of the couch (luckily not bumping his head in the process). Draco and I just stared at each other and at the man currently gasping on the floor of the carpet trying to calm himself down while also trying not to laugh ourselves.

As Theodore finally caught his breath, he leaned towards me and whispered in my ear "It took him 45 minutes to figure out how to order and pay for the fish and chips." He pulled back with a smirk gracing his features as it became my turn to dissolve into laughter. It may have taken me longer to compose myself than it took Theodore, but I'm positive I haven't laughed that hard in years. Draco just glares at Theodore, causing me to laugh for a second time. His cheeks were burning scarlet, a stark contrast to his unusually pale skin. He looks like he's trying to make us think he's pissed, but his eyes betray the embarrassment he's trying oh-so-hard to suppress.

"Ugh whatever, Theo you wanker." That just sent me into another fit of giggles, I'm fairly certain they think I'm mad now… They look at each other, a silent conversation evidently being had yet impossible to decipher. It doesn't look judgmental. Wait a minute, yes it does. Not judgmental towards me, Theo towards Draco. Interesting.

We ate in silence after that, all of us realizing we were rather famished. As I finished my chips, I brought up the inevitable question.

"What's going to happen tomorrow?"

This is really short, I'm sorry. Please review? Take care of yourselves :)