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Chapter 3: An Encounter and Shopping

Once they were out of anyone's range of hearing, Hermione blew-up.

"What are you doing here? Why can't I have a little piece? One day away from anything magic? Is that so hard to ask? IS IT?" when Hermione finished she was breathing heavily. Draco looked at Hermione shocked. He had no idea that she had felt that way. Glancing down at her glaring face, his expression changed to one of hurt. His intention had not been to make her angry. Draco actually wanted to make things better between them.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to anger you," he said quietly, "I just wanted to…… never mind. I'll leave you to your business." Draco then started walking away. By now Hermione was feeling guilty. She hadn't meant to hurt him. She was just sick of all the war stuff and constantly being 'hunted' for. Hermione wished that she was still a child, so innocent, and without the ongoing war.

"Wait Draco," Hermione called to him as she caught up. She grabbed his arm and was about to speak when she felt an evil presence behind her. Her hand had tightened on Draco's arm when, over her shoulder, she saw a man with a Darkmark on his forearm.

Draco, now noticing how tight her hand was, turned to see a look of terror across her face. He too saw the Deatheater in the corner of the hallway.

(A/N: As you may or may not know, they can communicate telepathically. When they talk like that it is going to be in ( )'s. Okay?)

(Draco stop turning or he'll see you. Come on turn back right now.)

(What?)

(Just do it. Oh, and cast an illusion charm on yourself. We can't have him seeing his buddy and fellow Deatheater, Draco Malfoy with me, now can we?)

(Fine.)

They quickly waved their hands in front of their face and murmured the spell. After that was finished, Hermione led Draco pass the Deatheater. She wanted him to know that he wasn't Hermione. Well, she wasn't Hermione for the moment. Hermione hastened to read his mind.

(A/N: When Hermione reads people's minds, it is going to be in italics.)

Now I just have to confirm that it is Granger. Then, if it is her, I'll go in for the kill. HHHAAAA Ha ah aha ha HA!

Hermione gulped. She didn't think he'd try to kill her that fast. Oh well, she was safe for now. Heading past the Deatheater, she saw he realized he wasn't who he thought. He didn't wait to disapprate.

(A/N: Disapprate, disapparte? Someone tell me how to spell it. Thanks. Back to the story.)

Sighing, Hermione and Draco changed back their faces. They were both glad he was gone. If it wasn't for Hermione's speedy thinking, they would have been in trouble.

"Well Granger, I guess I'll leave you alone now."

"No, it's okay. I'm sorry. I've been much stressed lately," replied Hermione, "I was just about to meet up with some friends. I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you came along." She started pulling him away and disapprated before he could protest. For if Draco hadn't interrupted her class when he did, she could have been killed when the class ended.

They arrived in Diagon Alley. Hermione pulled Draco behind her as she started towards a pair of familiar faces. Those faces went with the bodies of Pansy and Ginny. They waved hello to Hermione but were confused at the presence of Draco.

"Hey guys, I have something to tell you. Draco is going to be hanging out with us too," then she let her voice drop to a whisper, "Oh, and I'm bringing him shopping too. Just as a little payback."

They got a table at a small café and ordered lunch. The Hermione told them about what happened with the Deatheater. When she finished, Pansy and Ginny had looks of concerned and shock written on their faces.

"First, are you guys sure you're alright? Secondly, Draco, why were you at Mione's school? Care to explain?" Pansy said with a sly grin on her face. Draco just blushed and looked away, refusing to confess as to the reason for his appearance. They finished up lunch and went on to do other activities.

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The girls were pulling Draco along with evil grins and he was getting worried. Pansy latched onto him and then disapprated them to muggle London. When they arrived Draco was frustrated because he had no idea where they were taking him.

"Alright Pansy, where are we going?" Draco inquired angrily. Then, just as they had stopped in front of a clothing store, he shouted, "NO, I'd rather die than go shopping with you three!" But his protests died on his lips when Hermione whipped out her wand.

"Draco Malfoy you WILL go shopping with us. You had the never to go and disrupt my class time. That takes some real nerve you little prat. Now you have to pay for your crime," She said harshly with a smirk so like Malfoy's on her face.

Draco grudgingly slumped into the store. The girls wore triumphant smiles as they followed him. Oh yes, today was going to be very fun.

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Draco flopped down on his bed at Grimmauld Place. After his day in Muggle London he hadn't the energy to go back to Malfoy Manor.

The nerve of those girls. They took him to all kinds of feminine places. First was casual clothing, and then they went on to buy dresses and formal wear. After all of that was shoe shopping. Pansy had even made HIM buy some things claiming that it was 'just perfect' for him and if he didn't buy it 'all would be lost'.

Once they'd finished all their shopping, do you know where they went? Take a guess. To the SPA. Him, Draco Bloody Malfoy, manliest of all men, at a spa. Plus, Ginny had threatened him with one of her Bat-Bogey Hexes. (A/N: Is that that how you spell that?) No sir, he didn't wan to get on her bad side. Then Granger forced him to get his chest, back, and eyebrows, WAXED!

Boy was he tired. When they finally returned to the headquarters, he could only stand long enough to wash up and strip down to his boxers (A/N: YUM!) and get into bed. Draco swore to never EVER go shopping with those three monsters again!

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