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: Here is chapter 10, hope you guys enjoy, this one is a bit longer to make up for the short one last time.
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Chapter 10: My Girlfriend
The two weeks of detention were not as bad as Hermione had thought they would be. After all, she used them to spend time with Draco Malfoy. Detention was merely a place for them to tease each other and at least twice they had done the "dirty deed".
It seemed McGonnagal had no patience what-so-ever to take care of seventeen-year-olds with all the work she needed to have done. She simply cast a spell on the door that didn't allow them to leave the library until eleven. When eleven struck on the clock hanging on the wall besides Madame Pince's desk the spell lifted, they left and the library automatically locked itself up.
On the last day of detention, when Hermione arrived a little late, she had been held up trying to help Harry and Ron finish up homework that they had already began to fall behind on.
When she walked into the library Draco was placing books onto a shelf. Professor McGonnagal was no longer there. She looked at Draco and picked up some of her own books. She climbed the next to his, and began to place books too.
"Professor McGonnagal, said you should be more responsible," he said not looking up from the book he was trying to place in the right place.
"Huh?" Hermione asked confused.
"You were late," he said. He looked up at Hermione who just now noticed small glasses in his eyes.
"Oh, right. Sorry," she apologized as she put a book on the shelf it belonged. He shrugged it off it off as he placed another book on the shelf.
"Don't have to apologize to me," he said, taking another book. "I'm not the one complaining," he continued a sort of small smiled crept up on his face. They were both silent for a few minutes and the only sounds coming from inside the library were ones of shuffling books into their proper place.
Hermione and Draco both climbed down from their ladders a few times to get more books. Then they moved on to the next section and so on. After a while Hermione looked at Draco and sighed.
"Um, I need to talk to you," she said. She didn't really know why she wanted to have this conversation, but she did.
"Alright," Draco said, sounding interested but continued organizing books, as did she.
"Where are we going to meet after detention. I mean, you know," she said a bit nervous. Draco smiled inside at the fact that she was nervous about talking to him properly about something.
"I don't know, I guess we can meet up in different places like the towers or by the kitchens," he said remembering the reason they were here in the first place. Hermione smiled.
"I guess so, oh and Draco," she spoke lower this time. Draco looked at her as if to show he was listening attentively. "What are we? You know just for the record," she asked, Draco placed down his books on the table closest to him. He walked near Hermione and grabbed her arms bringing her closer to him.
"Well just for the record, I think you're my girlfriend." he answered. "At least if you want to be," he said. Hermione smiled and nodded vigorously. Draco kissed her lips sweetly and continued with his work. Hermione felt a certain warmth gather up in her insides. She couldn't believe this was actually happening.
By the time eleven hit, the two of them made they're way out of the library and watched as the door closed and gave a satisfying click, like it did every night. Draco kissed Hermione goodbye in a very hot and sensual way. Against the wall with his lips pressed hard against hers. Hermione smiled as she pulled away.
"I should be getting for bed. Some people believe in getting a good-nights sleep," she teased. Draco smiled.
"I'll send you and owl tomorrow telling you where to meet," he whispered in her ear making her tingle inside.
"Alright," she said. They both began to go separate ways when Hermione was called back by Draco's voice.
"I was just wondering," he said nervously. "If you'd be by date for the banquet," he asked. "It would be a nice way to let everyone know were together," he said. Hermione's smile grew from ear to ear as he said this. A sudden feeling of peace swelling up inside her.
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"Devil's Snare," said Professor Sprout as the students circled around the greenhouse tables. Pots filled with a slowly moving plant were in front of every two of them. "Some of you may remember me talking about it back in your first year, some of you have already had an experience with it," her eyes gleamed at Hermione, Ron, and Harry who all blushed.
"This year, you all get to experience it," Professor Sprout said. Neville took a step back, as much as he loved Herbology this was one plant he'd rather stay away from.
"I don't want to have anything to do with that plant," said Lavender Brown. "What if I get caught in it like Hermione, Ron, and Harry." she said.
"Don't be stupid Brown." Malfoy spoke up "The golden trio fell into a whole bunch of it, you barely have enough there to squeeze the life out of your pinky," he said. Hermione smiled inwardly.
"Did I ask for your opinion Malfoy?" Lavender argued.
"I'll tell you what your asking for, you filthy Gryffin-"
"That's enough now," Professor Sprout interrupted. "There's no need to get all in a flap. Now Miss Brown, don't worry it isn't very hard to kill devil's snare when they attack," Professor Sprout continued. "Why dear Hermione did it in her first year," she continued.
"Yes Professor Sprout," said a nameless Slytherin. "The same Hermione Granger who got one hundred and twelve percent on a charm exam in first year," he continued.
"Well Miss Granger," Professor Sprout continued ignoring the Slytherin, "Tell us how did you do it?" she asked.
"Well I remembered what you said about Devil's Snare liking dark and damp spaces," she said. Professor Sprout nodded as they were in a dark damp greenhouse. "So Harry suggested I lit a fire, and that's what I did," she said.
"That's it?" said the nameless Slytherin. "You lit a fire? That was the big magic you got fifty points for back in first year," he continued.
"That," said Harry. "And figuring out a totally complicated riddle by Snape, in which if she got it wrong we could have ended up drinking poison. For noticing a trap door under a three-headed-dog, while everyone else was busy with its heads. For helping Ron back to professor Dumbledore and surviving it all," he said.
The greenhouse grew quite as the Slytherin and Harry glared at each other.
"Well," said Professor Sprout, "Let's continue shall we?" she said.
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Hermione cleaned her mouth as she got up, from the bathroom. That was the fifth day in row she had been doing that, she couldn't believe she was throwing up this much. She felt so nauseas lately she just wanted to lay, stomach down, in a dark room.
When she walked out of the girls bathroom she was met by a very strange surprise.
"Sounds like your knocked up, Hermione" said Fred Weasley.
"Yes, what has the naughty Miss Granger been doing lately?" George teased. Hermione glared at them.
"I am not knocked up!" she scowled at them. "What are you two doing at Hogwarts anyway?" she asked.
"Dumbledore asked to meet us," said Fred.
"On our way to see him right now," said George.
"Bet you five galleons it's about the flying school books we've been selling at the shop in Hogsmead," Fred and George grinned.
"Bet you five galleons Hermione is knocked up," George added.
"I am not!" Hermione continued.
"Listen Hermione we saw our mother go through it with Ron and Ginny. Plus Angelina and Katie have both had children already," Fred said mentioning they're wives.
"I think we know when we see someone whose knocked up." George continued.
"Please do you really think I'd be so stupid as not to create a contraceptive charm after having sexual relations?" Hermione argued.
"Hermione," Fred said.
"Those things aren't always one hundred percent safe," George ended.
"Though were working on ones that might be," Fred said with a grin.
"So whose the father?" George asked.
"Is it Ronikins?" Fred teased.
"Is it Harry?" George continued.
"Is it Longbottom," Fred smiled.
"What?" Hermione said. "No, it is not your brother, or Harry, and it is most definitely not Neville's. In fact it isn't anybody's because I am not pregnant."
"Whose pregnant?" Ginny asked walking near them.
"Nobody's pregnant," Hermione said.
"We think Hermione's been knocked up." Fred said.
"HERMIONE," Ginny scolded as Hermione rolled her eyes. "Don't you know how to perform the charm?" she asked.
"Ginny don't you remember mum's talk?" George asked.
"What? Always eat your vegetables?" Ginny teased slightly. The twins grinned as they rolled their eyes.
"As much as we enjoy the fact that your more like us then any other brother." Fred said.
"That's not the talk we're talking about," George continued.
"I know, I know, Contraceptive charms are only ninety nine percent accurate. Better to have that one percent chance happen when your married then when your fifteen," she recited.
"Right," said Fred.
"That one," said George. Hermione grunted and they all looked at her as if suddenly realizing she was still standing there.
"It doesn't matter what talk it was, because I am not pregnant!" Hermione continued. "Why am I even arguing with you guys?" she asked herself. "Goodbye," she said as she walked in the direction they had just come from.
"Bit of the rocker she's gone huh, Fred?" George asked.
"You'd go a bit off the rocker too if you were knocked up at seventeen," Fred answered.
"Can't see that happening," George smiled.
"Seeing as you're an exact copy of me I can't see it either," Fred answered as Ginny ran off to find Hermione.