I'm sooo sorry. I didn't mean to wait this long to post another chapter. School starts for me tomorrow, so chapter will be fewer and farther between. Anyway, here it is, chapter 16.

Chapter 16

Intrusions

Hermione's POV

I spent the day doing… nothing. Day one and I was already bored senseless. I couldn't even go to the library. I flipped on my laptop around 11:30 and signed onto the internet. My cousin was on. (A/N: WitchyBabe (WB) is Hermione Lilshorty is Gwen (LS)

WitchyBabe: Hey! How are ya?

Lilshorty: Hey Grl! Been 4 ever! How are ya? Great on my end.

WB: So-so. Twisted my ankle again. How are mum and dad?

LS: Again?? They're great. What did ya do this time?

WB: Slipped in the pool

LS: That sukz. How'd you get to the nurse.

WB: Carried

LS: By?!?!?

WB: Malfoy

LS: The git you told me about this summer?

WB: Yeah, but he's changed somehow. It's weird.

LS: Alright, so this totally hot guy carried you to the nurse?

WB: Yeah. His room is next to mine. He has to bring me my hw too.

LS: You know, this is prime.

WB: GWEN!! This is still MALFOY we're talking about here!

LS: So? He's a hot guy, forced to visit your rooms. Totally prime.

WB: You have completely lost it. Even worse than you thinking I had a crush on Harry.

LS: Whatever. Your mum says hi and she'll send your crutches soon.

WB: Great

LS: Well, I gotta run. *hugz gal, and remember, prime ;)

WB: Crazy, and ill TTYL. *hugz!

I checked my email, responded to a few, then signed off and loaded the Sims. Opening Harry and Malfoy's house, I laughed. Nothing matched. I spent the rest of the afternoon re-arranging everything. When my door opened, I jumped. Malfoy walked in.

"Afternoon, Granger."

"Hey Malfoy. How was class?" he gave me a look and dropped his bag on my bed and started digging thorough it. Gwen's comment ran through my mind.

"Boring, what else would they be? Though, I'm quite sure you would have found them fascinating." He pulled a stack of parchment out of his bag. Small, neat handwriting covered the pages. He handed them to me and I flipped through them. The second to last page read 'The Eighth Goblin Rebellion' and had a cartoon drawn on it, Chibi style. (A/N: Short characters with big heads. Really cute.) It was about the entire class falling asleep. Binns was at the front of the class saying 'Blah, goblin, blah.' I laughed. Malfoy gave me a confused look.

"Malfoy, this is great! I didn't know you were an artist."

"I'm not, and don't tell anyone." He was actually blushing.

"Why not? This is terrific. Witch Weekly would publish these. Do you have more?"

"First, my father would think this a childish thing and forbid me from drawing more. And yes, I do. Most of them based on History of Magic, a few on Transfiguration."

"May I see them?" he shook his head. "Why not?"

"They're mine."

"I know that much." I gave him the 'Please-don't-say-no-or-I'll-cry' look I used on my dad. "Please?"

"Cut the crap, Granger. It doesn't work on me." He grabbed his bag and stormed out of the room. I made a copy of all his notes, including the comic. I went back to playing the Sims, waiting for Harry and Ron to show up.

The two in question showed up at eight with butter beer and cookies. And a couple dozen cards. The entire school knew I was out of class.

"Well, Mione, the most current rumor of you not being in class involves you being attacked by vampires and are about to give birth to a giant. How about a little inside information?" Harry held out his hand acting like he was holding an imaginary microphone and I almost spit butter beer all over my room.

"What?" I spluttered.

"Don't worry, Mione. No one actually believes that, except for maybe Luna Lovegood." We all had a good laugh about that one. A few minutes later, I pulled out the comic Malfoy had drawn and showed it to the guys. Now it was Ron's turn to splutter.

"Mione, this is great! Where did you get this?"

"Yeah? Who drew it?"

"Can't tell. Secret. Harry, may I borrow Hedwig? I have a few letters to send out and I cant exactly walk to the owlery."

"Sure, but why?"

"Secret again, sorry." I glanced at the clock. "Guys! Curfew is in two minutes!"

"So?" Ron gave me a funny look."

"McGonagall's going to be up here then! You have to go!"

"Crap." They both jumped up and hurried out. "Bye Mione!" Harry called over his shoulder.

"Later Mione! We'll be back tomorrow!" Ron called and they were out the door. I stood up and hobbled over to my door, then out and down the stairs. I crossed to the bathroom and opened the door.

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Draco's POV

After I left Granger's room, I realized I had forgotten my notes. I couldn't go back though, so homework wasn't an option. I pulled my sketch book out of my trunk and muttered the unlocking spell, 'Serpiente Escondido'. Flipping through it, I was surprised to see how many there were. I flipped back to the beginning and began reading. The first one was really crappy. It was about the day I got my Hogwarts letter. I had drawn my mum crying with joy and father smiling. In reality, mum had been indifferent and father had threatened me. Prefect, then head boy or else. I flipped forward. Third year and the Quidditch final. Losing at the last second. Of course, in the final frame the entire Gryffindor team was covered in bruises. Flipping again, I found my full color picture of Granger at the fourth year Yule ball. It was a full length picture in striking detail. She was smiling and looked beautiful in her periwinkle blue robes. I felt my picture hadn't done her justice. I flipped a bit more and found the bathroom incident. Then a few pages later was last night and my visit to Granger's room. In my comic, my character had held hers, making everything all better. I closed the book and said the password to seal it. I wasn't going to make this easy for her. I was about to knock on her door when I heard the Wonder Twins. Maybe not tonight. I tossed the book onto my bed and headed down the stairs. A shower would be nice.

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There! Another chapter! The next one might be out this weekend, or next weekend, depends on when I get the time. I have a three hour bus ride everyday. It sucks. I'm trying to decide which is better, living in the middle of nowhere or living in the cold. Which would you chose? Let me know.

~K~