A/N I have an exam coming up so maybe, just maybe, there's gonna be a delay... sorry! -cough cough- I'm a very hardworking person...have to study for exam, right???

Draco's POV

What was that all about?! Did that just happen? But then, is it all a joke?! Is it because she's still mad at me about the Angelina thing?!

Well, that wasn't my fault! (Hermione XD - It so was!!!!) She wouldn't do it with me and that was the only time I've done it with someone beside her...but then, if I have known that she's gonna disappear the next day, I would have gone up to her and apologize to her.

Hermione, I missed you so much...

Why don't you remember me?!

I sat there on the bench and continue staring at the direction where she disappeared into the mist. It gets misty at night here. After a while, I stood up and drove home again.

'Master Draco...' she paused for a while, expecting my leave-me-alone statements as she would be given everytime she starts with the Master-Draco line. It's like a cue or something.

It was real late and I was too tired to even answer back. I wonder whether she sometimes wait up till this late for me to come back just to get yelled at. And besides, I was distracted.

'Erm...do Master Draco want me to heat up some dinner for you? Or, in this case, supper?' she asked with a slight hint of hesitation.

Surprisingly, I nodded briefly. She was surprised too. But then she smiled immediately. She swished her hand in the air and our house-elf, Dobby, appear out of nowhere with a plant on his hand instantly. After placing it on the dining table in front of me, he left without a word.

'Master Draco—' Jolene started.

'Just stop with the master thing. It's annoying plus irritating plus frustrating all together.' I said while I sliced the chicken pie into smaller pieces. It was a habit I picked up from Hermione years ago. She used to eat like that too. I wonder whether she still does it.

She said, I quote, 'Slicing your food up into smaller and proportional pieces would provide you with a better estimation of the time that you're going to finish it in. In that way, you can plan and save more time while you eat. Eating in this manner is also beneficial in a way that as you eat you can multitask. Like this...' and so on so on.

My first thought to that was that, 'That's crap. Gosh, one hell of a different kind, that's what she is...she even think about saving time while she eat...' but after I got used to it, I just sort of can't grow out of it.

Whenever our food is served, I used to wait till she sliced up everything and exchange the plates with me then she'll do it on hers. It's always like that. But that was not since eight years ago.

'Then how would you like me to address you?' Jolene said. I ignored her and started eating my pie. She saw that as her cue and left quietly.

After confirming that I was left alone, I clicked my fingers and Dobby one again Apparated with a loud thud out of nowhere and was making his way to me.

'Dobby...I have something extremely important for you to do and you're not allowed to tell anyone about it.' I said in a flat but serious tone.

Hermione's POV

Waking up on a Monday morning is not exactly what I would consider awesome. It was rather unpleasant actually. What with everything going on in my head as I had digested what that Draco guy told me yesterday. The witch stuff, my life and tales at Hot-guats or whatever he called it, my friend...somthing Potter and Ronald...something, how I was with my Miss Bossy attitude, how I was all girls-with-big-boobs-don't-have-brains, how I was the favorite student of every teacher and excel in every subject. Although I did remember him telling me that one teacher particularly like to pick on me and my 'friends'.

And, let's not forget, I'm no longer a virgin since I was fourteen. Which is, did I mention...impossible? I mean, yeah I know that I might have certain appeals in my personality and I can tell that 'Body' was not one of them during my sweet-sixteen.

I glanced at the clock on my sidetable and was so close to bursting from panic because it says, '7:32 am.'

Work begins in half-an-hour and I haven't even started combing my hair. Which normally take me more than an hour. Which is why I normally wake up when the clock says, '5:30 am.'

Yesterday night, I was so tired that the minute I entered my room I took off my white-satin bra and threw it on the floor and took off my jeans and popped into bed with my white wrinkly top plus my matching panties, I didn't even have time to set the alarm.

I hurried and took a shower, tied plaids out of my bombed-out hair, zipped up my black-lined-with-white-edges skirt, grabbed a toast and ran to my car like a lunatic.

This is just so gonna be my day.

A/N Well, I decided that the change-the-whole-story part can wait till later...I know it's getting shorter, but I swear it'll get longer after the exams...review!