Name: The girl next door

Whom I happen to hate…

Rating: M

Summary: Draco Malfoy and his family have to be part of the Death Eater rehabilitation program. To do that, they must give up all their money; give up magic for a year, and move into a muggle neighborhood, guess who his next-door neighbor is? A funny story!

Author: Chaos

Warning: Does not follow all of the books plot.

A/N: Sorry about the underlining guys. I didn't do it on purpose the document just loaded like that. Thankies to everyone who reviwed especially BrialliantBlonde who always reads my stories and has given me much support with all of them. I'm glad you're liking it. Now get ready for a night out on the town! -Chaos

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Chapter 3: Sunrise and Sunset

Hermione, Draco, and Ed, had walked into a club called The Sunset. It was packed, with people dancing and standing at the bar waiting for their drinks. Draco smiled. This might not be so bad. He thought as he stared at some of the girls already checking him out. Sure he was aware they were muggles, but hey little fun didn't hurt anyone.

Before Hermione could say anything to Draco he was already leading a blonde towards the dance floor. Hermione smiled at Ed, who was smiling at something else. Hermione sighed, this was going to be a long night.

About an hour later

Draco snuck up behind Hermione to tease her, when he saw her take another shot. He looked at the glasses next to her. The bartender poured her another one, and Draco grabbed the cup in her hand before she had a chance to chug it down.

"Whoa, calm down. I don't want to have to deliver you to your mother in an alcoholic coma." he said taking the drink from her and chugging it himself.

"Where's 'Eddie'" he teased her. She sighed.

"Probably having fun with some whore." she answered. Draco stopped and starred at Hermione. He had been teasing her but now he saw that she was serious.

"Why would he do that, when he has you for a girlfriend?" Draco asked. Hermione looked at him to see where the joke was, but Draco seemed sincere. He looked at her body, she had tight curves and her skin was tanner from the summer.

"Because," she explained. "I'm his girlfriend," she said, as he moved his face closer to hers. "And their his entertainment," she continued. Draco was so close she could feel his warm breath on her lips, almost touching.

"If I was dating you, you would be my entertainment," he said. He closed in to kiss her, but Hermione turned her face away. Draco bit his lip and sighed.

"Maybe we should head home," he said trying to cover up, his mistake of slipping on that one account. Hermione nodded.

"We should find Eddie," she began to get up. Draco grabbed her arm.

"Don't bother, just call a cap or whatever you muggles call it." he said.

"Cab," Hermione corrected. Draco nodded.

"Yeah, Eddie can find his way home just fine," he said. Hermione nodded and walked away with Draco, tired and wanting nothing more than to go home. Once they had arrived on the street, Draco led Hermione towards the fence that led to his backyard. She stared at him curiously, but let herself be led.

"Wait here." he said and walked in the house. Hermione stood in the middle of his lawn not sure of what to do. She had began to think he had just left her there and was probably laughing at her idiotic figure down here when he showed up again. He had a blanket, he took it and put it down on the wet lawn. He sat on top of it and patted the spot next to him.

Hermione sighed and sat next to him, both of the lay back and stared at sky. "Is it hard?" Hermione asked. Draco stared at her curiously. "To move into a muggle neighborhood, loose all your money, and have no magic what-so-ever?" she answered the silent question. Draco shrugged.

"I thought it would be harder," he said. Hermione breathed a deep sigh.

"Personally I think I'd die if I lived a day without magic, or any of my possessions really," she laughed. Draco chuckled silently. Then they both fell into a comfortable silence as they watched the sunrise from Draco's lawn.

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The next day, or the same day really, Hermione woke up at almost twelve. She took a shower and put on a pair of gray sweats and a tight blue shirt, which she only used to walk around the house as she wouldn't dare wear it anywhere else, then she made her way downstairs to see what was for lunch, as she had already missed breakfast.

As she climbed down the kitchen stairs though; she gasped at the sight of a very tired looking Draco with his head dug into his arms sitting at her kitchen table, Narcissa learning to make salad and her father teaching Lucius the rules of soccer sitting in front of the living room T.V.

No one but Draco seemed to hear the gasp and he lifted his head and stared at Hermione. As he saw her figure he felt his stomach drop and a sudden ache in his groin. He cursed himself for letting her make him feel this way.

"Hermione, why don't you and Draco set the table outside, lunch is almost ready," Jane said. Hermione nodded and motioned for Draco to follow her as she picked up plates, silverware, napkins, cups, and place mats to take outside. Draco helped her carry the things and they walked outside.

They began to set the table silently. Both sneaking glances at the other when they could. But neither having any idea how to start a conversation since last night. Hermione could hardly believe she had been so comfortable with him last night and now she felt giddy and uncomfortable.

"Listen Draco, last night-"

"Didn't happen," he answered. She looked at him. That wasn't what she was going to say, but she bit her tongue. If that's the way he wanted it to be. She didn't know what she felt for him, but it definitely was not good.

They continued setting the table, and Hermione could not stop thinking about last night and how he had almost kissed her. That couldn't just not happened. Then she thought of something, looking down at what she was wearing, she walked up to Draco, who was finishing setting the cups.

Hermione turned him around and pressed her body close to his. She could feel his gulp, and his body suddenly harden.

"Are you sure it didn't happen?" she asked. Draco stared at her chocolate brown eyes, and felt himself getting hard. His body was tenser than it had ever been before and he was pretty sure he was beginning to sweat. Once again Draco Malfoy cursed at himself for letting a mudblood make him feel this way.

"Yes, I'm sure," he said, his voice and eyes turning to stone once more. "Besides mudblood you couldn't possibly think you had a chance with me. You're way out of your league." he said. Hermione glared at him and left inside and up the stairs, and she did not go quietly either.

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When all of them sat down to eat lunch Hermione and Draco (who were sitting in front of each other) did not look at each other. Hermione had changed into large jeans and a more concealing t-shirt.

Hermione did not look at Draco because she was completely furious and hurt by him. Furious because he was a stupid git who made her feel something the night before and now pretended nothing ever happened. And hurt because of the way he had called her a mudblood and said he was way out of her league.

Draco did not look at Hermione because he didn't want to feel guilty for what he had said to her. He wanted to go back to Hogwarts hating her, and vice-versa. He didn't want to have the urge to tackle her right then and there and rip her clothes to shreds. He wanted to stay hard ice cold Malfoy.

The parents did not say anything as they chatted away. He teenagers did not know what they talked about nor did they want to know. Right now, both of them just simply whished they could hide away in the depths of their mind.

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That evening, Hermione stepped out onto her back porch. Draco was already standing on his. She looked over her fence to him and then at the deep horizon of hills behind the row of houses that made up the left side of her street.

Draco looked at Hermione and instantly felt himself feeling guilty. The very thing he had wanted to avoid. To late now though, the best he could do was ignore her. He looked at her tan skin glowing in the far sunlight and smiled. He walked over to the fence, and smiled.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" he asked staring in the same direction as her. Hermione glared at him.

"It's a sunset," she said coldly and left inside. She didn't want to get hurt again.