As there was no set time for having to plan, Hermione assumed that she was supposed to meet Draco under the tree after break. When the time came, she chided herself for agreeing to go to such a stupid location. People could misinterpret what they were doing under that tree, as it was quite a romantic spot. Hermione shook her head in disgust. As she was walking down, she saw various pairs laughing and chatting, and doing anything other than actually planning. So, Malfoy was right after all, Hermione thought. She walked back out into the fresh air, and smiled at the scenery of the Owlery, only her feelings were clouded over when she realised she'd have to spend this brilliant weather outside with Draco. She sighed, and then walked into the tree's clearing, to already see Draco lying under the tree. She rolled her eyes and stomped over.
"Hey!" Draco said indignantly. "Why are you making such a racket for?"
"What, no hello? And I don't know what you're talking about." She said in a clipped tone, and went to sit opposite Draco, against the tree trunk. Draco propped himself up on his elbows and cocked his head at Hermione.
"You hate me a lot, don't you?" Draco said to her, chuckling. Hermione looked at him.
"Well, hate's a strong word, don't you think?" She replied breezily. Draco looked the tiniest bit taken aback.
"So you don't hate me?" He asked curiously. Hermione sighed.
"Why is it important?" She replied warily. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Well I don't know if you remember, but we're going to have to spend six bloody weeks together!" He said sarcastically. Hermione wanted to smack him one.
"Hah, like I'd forget that. It's going to be absolute hell." She retorted. Draco looked like he would carry on, but he just lay back down.
"Whatever." He said quietly. Hermione leant back against the tree and took a moment to calm down. Then she looked at Draco. Why did he, of all people annoy her so much? What exactly did he do? Hermione smiled. Well, that wasn't a hard question, of course. There were many traits that he had had, but now had lost. So what exactly irked her to the point where they'd argue needlessly? Hermione was bewildered, and continued to look at Draco's still form. Why were they the only people that couldn't get along..? In the midst of this, Draco cracked open an eye and grinned.
"Look Granger," Draco started, causing Hermione to snap out of her thoughts and jump. He grinned again. "I know I'm seriously sexy and all, but it doesn't mean you have to fantasise about me when I'm lying right in front of you." Hermione shot him a look.
"Actually," she replied irritably. "I was wondering why I get so pissed off with you." Draco looked at her, bemused.
"Well, isn't it obvious?" He said, tilting his head. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"What is?" She asked, an eyebrow raised. Draco sat up properly and shuffled a bit closer to her. Hermione looked at him suspiciously and backed further into the tree. He chuckled.
"Exactly." He murmured, looking at Hermione. " We're complete opposites, you see? I'm a total playboy, you'd be happy staying with one guy forever." He looked at Hermione, whose eyes were narrowed. He smiled. "No offense, of course."
"Of course." Hermione muttered. Draco spoke up again.
"I'm 'pure-blooded' and you're muggle born. You've come from a good family, I haven't." He continued, ticking the list off his fingers. "You're friendly, I'm not. You'd rather stay inside all day and read; I'd rather go out and ride my broom." He looked at Hermione as he finished.
"Hang on." She said, holding a hand up. "You say you're not friendly. So how do you explain your behaviour now?" Draco paused.
"Didn't I say I was a playboy?" He said smoothly. Hermione looked at him, and then shot him a 'really?' look, and pushed his shoulder.
"And this is exactly what bloody pisses me off." Hermione said. "Your arrogance. Your ego."
"Hah." Draco said, and then looked at Hermione and leaned in. Hermione's back pressed into the tree with the effort of keeping away from him. "We're complete opposites. That's what makes us argue."
"That's just great." Hermione bit out sarcastically. She looked at Draco who was still just as close.
"Well, I suppose you'll have to deal with me for six weeks, and then you're free." He said, and leaned back. Hermione breathed in the fresh air.
"It's going to be a bloody long six weeks." She said, brushing hair out of her eyes. Draco nodded. "So, anyway. I'm going to suggest some ideas." Draco lay back down on propped elbows; his sleeves rolled up, and he waved at her to go on.
"So before we do anything or go out, I'm going to have to introduce you to what a Muggle home is like, and all the things we use instead of magic." Hermione said, and Draco rolled over to his side to listen to Hermione properly. "And then there's the different food, and drinks and such." She sighed. It was amazing how much wizards didn't know about muggles. "And then there's landmarks, and everything." She waved her hand around, dismissing it. "We can visit those nearer to the end though, since you have to get to grips with everything else." She looked back at Draco.
"So what're you going to do at my house?" He asked. She shrugged uncomfortably. She'd have to spend three weeks in that bloody playboy's house.
"Whatever, I guess." She replied. He looked back at her.
"Wow." He said, and she looked at him curiously. He went on, "I just realised that we've managed to fill all of this time with civil conversation!" Hermione too acknowledged this. "Amazing isn't it?" She nodded.
"Amazing." She agreed reluctantly.
So maybe Draco Malfoy had changed a bit.
A/N: I'm really sorry about the short chapter! Hopefully you're happy with the fast update, though? And hmm, it seems that they're getting along quite well. But what happens when they're stuck together for six weeks? OH, I'd also like to point out that when Draco's leaning in to Hermione, that he doesn't mean anything by it. It's simply a habit of his playboy ways. (;