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: Ok I'm sorry I haven't written an actual A/n for the longest time, but i like putting up quotes. Thanks to all of you who have been reviewing every single chapter, I make my own little party everytime I seen a review and usually get strange looks from people...so yeah. Here's this chaps quote...

"Familiarity, the first myth of reality: What you know the best, you observe the least,"

DMGH

Chapter 19: The Pensive Part I

When Hermione and Draco had excepted Dumbledore's offer, everyone seemed to celebrate it. Harry, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Nikki, and Blaise all took them out for drinks, though Hermione only drank pumpkin juice.

Even McGonnagal and Binns seemed extremely happy, which was strange in Binns case. They both gave Draco and Hermione tons of advice on how to deal with classes when they began to teach.

By February Hermione was six months pregnant. She had a large bump in front of her and she could no longer see her feet. She and Ginny had spent an afternoon weeks ago making Hermione's clothes larger, so that she was more comfortable.

Hermione like all others had the usual back pains and had to sit often to rest. She slept for an hour in the afternoons and studied double in the next one to make up for the lost hour. Though next month she would no longer be required to go to classes Hermione kept studying making sure that when classes ended for her, she'd be as ready as anyone else for the NEWTS.

On the third weekend of February Dumbledore announced that they could all visit Hogsmead. Hermione was extremely happy, she had been meaning to go there and see what things they had for babies. After all they needed to get a certain idea of what they could afford, now that neither of them had much money.

They were surprised however when Professor McGonnagal approached them early that day as they walked towards the Great Hall for breakfast and handed them a bag of gold.

"For baby things," she winked at them and left. Hermione thanked her still a bit confused and gave it to Draco to hold.

While they were sitting in the Great Hall eating breakfast professor Snape walked past them and dropped something on Draco's lap. He picked up another bag of gold, inside was a note that said waste it on the child.

Both of them looked curiously at each other. This was becoming a bit strange and although Draco hated having to take charity money to raise his own child, they couldn't just say no. They knew they needed it, and besides they probably would be able to repay them later on.

As they were leaving for Hogsmead Professor Dumbledore approached them. He handed them another bag of gold with a twinkling smile. "I believe you know who that is for," he said staring at Hermione's large stomach. The two smiled and thanked him.

Counting the money, Hermione guessed they had enough to buy anything they wanted for the child and more. Draco smiled and kissed her, everything seemed to be falling into place. Slowly but just as they wanted it to be.

The only thing left to fix right about now was Ron and Hermione's relationship. Draco was beginning to loose his patience with Ron and it hurt him to see Hermione hurt by Ron. He glowered at the thought of Ron, though he never showed hatred towards him. He didn't want to be the cause of another row between the two.

Though it made him feel worse when he realized he was the reason Ron and Hermione weren't talking. Yet he smiled and his chest filled with pride when he realized Hermione had chosen him over her best friend of six, almost seven years.

However Hermione and Ron's problem was going to be put aside as Harry's little project became more complete over time. By the end of February, he had asked Dumbledore to gather, Hermione, Draco, and Ron in his office, to which Dumbledore agreed to immediately.

DMGH

When Hermione, Draco, and Ron were sitting in Dumbledore's office, none of them talked. Ron glared at the couple and Hermione's large stomach. Hermione glared at Ron and what she called his 'Pride of a Bull'. Draco sat a bit tired of it really waiting to see what it was they were called so urgently to see.

When Dumbledore and Harry walked in, the three did not dare take their eyes off them, so they wouldn't have the chance to look at each other. Dumbledore smiled and sat at the back of his desk.

"Since Halloween night," Dumbledore began. "Mr. Potter here has been working on a project, one he feels now finished and that might help the two of you get along again" he said his blue eyes shining behind his half moon spectacles. Now they all stared curiously. Dumbledore mumbled something and flicked his wand, in a second a pensive appeared in front of them.

"Hold hands now," Harry said. Forcing Ron to hold on to Hermione's hand and to his own. Draco holding on to Hermione's. Then Harry dipped his head into the pensive and zooming went all four of them into his own memories.

Hermione was shrinking against the wall opposite, looking as if she was bout to faint. The troll was advancing on her, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went.

"Confuse it!" Harry said desperately to Ron, and, seizing a tap, he threw it as hard as he could against the wall.

The troll stopped a few feet from Hermione. It lumbered around, blinking stupidly, to see what had made the noise. Its mean little eyes saw Harry. It hesitated, then made for him instead, lifting its club as it went.

"Oy, pea-brain," yelled Ron from the other side of the chamber, and he threw a metal pipe at it. The troll didn't even seem to notice the pipe hitting its shoulder, but it heard the yell and paused again, turning its ugly snout towards Ron instead, giving Harry time to run around it.

"Come on, run, run!" Harry yelled at Hermione, trying to pull her toward the door, but she couldn't move, she was still flat against the wall, her mouth open with tremor.

The shouting and echoes seemed to be driving the troll berserk. It roared again and started towards Ron, who was nearest and had no way to escape.

Harry then did something that was both very brace and very stupid: He took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wand had still been in his hand he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.

Howling with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club, with Harry hanging on for dear life; any second, the troll was going to rip him off or catch a terrible blow with the club.

Hermione had sunk to the floor in fright ; Ron pulled out his own wand - not knowing what he was going to do he heard himself cry the first spell that came into his head: "Wigardium Leviosa!"

The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over - and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble.

Harry got to his feet. He was shaking and out of breath. Ron was standing there with his wand still raised, staring at what he had done.

It was Hermione who spoke first.

"Is it - dead?"

"I don't think so," said Harry, "I think it's just been knocked out."

He bent down and pulled his want out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.

"Urgh - troll boogies,"

He wiped it on the troll's trousers.

…

But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.

The golden trio laughed at the memory. Draco looked impressed he would never have been able to survive that in first year. The picture soon changed and they were sitting in another memory.

"What's this stuff??" were his first words.

"Dunno, some sort of plant thing. I suppose it's here to break the fall. Come on, Hermione!" The distant music stopped. There was a loud bark from the dog, but Hermione had already jumped. She landed on Harry's other side.

"We must be miles under the school," she said.

"Lucky this plant thing's here, really." said Ron.

"LUCKY?!" shrieked Hermione. "Look at you both!"

She leapt up and struggled toward a damp wall. She had to struggle because the moment she had landed the plant has started to twist snakelike tendrils around her ankles. As for Harry and Ron, their legs had already been bound tightly in long creepers without their noticing.

Hermione had managed to free herself before the plant got a firm grip on her. Now she watched in horror as the two boys fought to pull the plant off them, but the more they strained against it, the tighter and faster the plant wound against them.

"Stop moving!" Hermione ordered them. "I know what this is - it's Devil's Snare!"

"Oh, I'm so glad we know what it's called, that's a great help," snarled Ron, leaning back, trying to stop the plant from curling around his neck.

"Shut up, I'm trying to remember how to kill it!" said Hermione.

"Well, hurry up, I can't breathe!" Harry gasped, wrestling with it as it curled around its chest.

"Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare…What did professor Sprout say? - It likes the dark and the damp-"

"So light a fire!" Harry choked.

"Yes - of course- but there's no wood!" Hermione cried, wringing her hands.

"HAVE YOU GONE MAD?" Ron bellowed. "ARE YOU AWITCH OR NOT?"

"Oh, right!" said Hermione, and she whipped out her wand, waved it, muttered something, and sent a jet of same bluebell flames she had used on Snape at the plant. In a matter of seconds, the two boys felt it loosening its grip as it cringed away from the light and warm. Wriggling and flailing, it unraveled itself from their bodies, and they were able to pull free.

"Lucky you pay attention in Herbology, Hermione," said Harry as he joined her by the wall, wiping sweat off his face.

"Yeah," said Ron, "And lucky Harry doesn't lose his head in a crisis - 'there's no wood,' honestly.

Once more they all laughed, even Draco chuckled slightly this time. Hermione looked down through her laughter a bit embarrassed. Draco grabbed her close and kissed her.

Ron looked at Hermione and gave her a small smile. Harry grinned. This might just work.