Chapter Five
Hermione sat bolt upright but she had no idea what had woke her up. She immediately regretted shooting up like that though because a pain shot across her head.
Stupid hangovers.
Hermione was about to lay back down when she heard a scream from Malfoy's room.
Hermione forgot about the pain her head as she ran out of her room and into Malfoy's.
She looked around before collapsing on the ground as she fought for air. Hermione's wand slipped from her grasp as she laughed so hard she thought she might hyperventilate.
"STOP LAUGHING! Get your arse over here and help me!" Draco shouted struggling against the 10 pound of orange weight that was latched onto his face.
Hermione, clutching her stomach with one hand, wrenched Crookshanks off Draco's face and tossed him into the hallway. She then the shut the door and doubled over with laughter again.
"You…, should've…, seen…," Hermione gasped between fits of laughter.
"Sod off, Granger!" Draco snapped, just making her laugh harder.
"You-you know Malfoy…," Hermione giggled trying to get control, "You scream awful lot like a girl…," Hermione giggled, "I don't think I've heard a scream like that since Seamus knocked a can of paint on Lavender's head." Hermione erupted into giggles again.
"Get out of my way, Granger, work starts in an hour and I would like to shower before hand." Draco snapped.
Hermione stumbled into her room still laughing and got ready for work as well, the sight of Crookshanks latched onto Draco Malfoy's face was the best hangover remedy she had ever tried.
Hermione apparated to the ministry first in a cheerful mood followed ten minutes later by a sour Draco. They both worked as aurors and reported to the one and only Harry Potter.
Hermione wished Susan Bones good morning as she entered her office and sat behind her desk. Five minutes later Pavarti, Ginny, and Lavender fell threw the door giggling.
"Um, what is it? I thought we were meeting at lunch?" Hermione asked.
"Look!" Lavender tossed the Daily Prophet under her nose.
Draco Malfoy's New Mistress
Under this headline was a picture of the back of Hermione's head.
The young Malfoy was spotted last night at Italian restaurant in London with a new girl. Draco Malfoy and his new girlfriend spent two hours with Mr. Malfoy's friend, Blaise Zabini and his wife, war hero, Luna Zabini nee Lovegood. Taking a look at the picture you can see the couple getting cosy. No one saw the new girls face but were sure her identity will be revealed in due course. The question remains thought, is this just another random fish the bad boy has picked from the sea? Or has England's sexiest and most eligible bachelor finally entered a serious relationship?
Has this Womanizer finally met his match?
Hermione looked back at the picture and rolled her eyes. How they could make reaching for the salt into 'getting cosy' beat her but it fell in perfectly for the plan.
"Wonder who it is?" Pavarti pondered.
"I don't know but she sure is lucky. He. Is. So. Hot!" Lavender squealed.
"Doesn't she look familiar to you guys?" Ginny asked.
"Um…I don't think so," said Pavarti as she looked closely at the picture.
"Girls, I have to work, could we…carry on this conversation later?" Hermione asked.
"I guess…," Lavender sighed, "We'll see you in Diagon Alley, Hermione."
Hermione shook her head and got back to work, tossing the rubbish newspaper in the trash bin.
All of lunch Hermione helped the girls with wedding plans, occasionally Malfoy and his 'oh so lucky girl' came up from time to time. Hermione was relieved to get back to work. At two o'clock Seamus dropped by to say she could go home.
"Malfoy," Hermione nodded once apparating to her flat.
"See the prophet today?" Draco asked.
"Yes, the girls dropped by and showed it to me, looks like we made the front page." Hermione said dropping her purse on the coffee table.
"Yep, my mother wants to have dinner with you by the way," he added quickly.
"What?" Hermione asked looking up, daring him to say what she thought he had.
"My mother and father would like you to come over for dinner on Wednesday."
"Malfoy, why don't you just tell them why we're," She put up quotes with her hands, "Dating."
"Because, it's fun torturing my father," Draco said simply.
When Hermione looked like she was about to say 'No' Draco took charge, "Come on Granger, don't you think you could spend just one night with my parents? My mother would be thrilled."
Hermione sighed; fine she would do it but, "Say Please."
"What?" Draco asked disbelievingly.
"Say. Please." Hermione said in a sing-song voice.
Draco looked as if he was going to refuse but as stubborn as she was he knew it was his only chance, "Fine. Please."
"Please what?"" Hermione asked grinning.
Draco ground his teeth together, "Please have dinner with my parents on Wednesday."
"Good enough." Hermione grinned dropping onto the couch, "So, what's for tonight?"
"We'll just stay here."
"Okay then, I'll go get dinner started."
Tuesday started out the same expect Crookshanks didn't sneak into the guest room and wake up Draco, who would scream and wake up Hermione who would panic and then bend double with laughter.
The re was a vague 'Morning' as Hermione rushed into the living room, threw the powdered into the fireplace and appeared at the Ministry.
A picture was displayed in the Prophet going along the same lines as the previous day. Underneath was another article, a picture of Ronald Weasley being supported on the shoulders of his team mates. Hermione grimaced at the blonds in the background who, you could tell in even black and white, were clearly mentally undressing him.
She then smirked, at thinking on how by the time he got back from what ever country he was playing in, (she could never keep track) he would regret ever laying eyes on another women.
Reviews? A big applause goes to Zzzooe, for the beta-ing, my grammar and spelling suck so just imagine her pain!