A/N Do you knowwhat I never got? I probably already mentioned this like in the last chapter or sumthin, but what's up with wizards clothing? I mean, you can't wear robes all the time. Just look in the second book. I will bet you anything that the Weasleys weren't wearing the dress's cousin while on a rescue mission. Come on!

Chapter 7: The Aftermath

I woke up with a start.

'Where am I?" I thought. Then I remembered.

I WAS IN MUDBLOOD GRANGER'S HOUSE! I quickly changed into my wizard clothes and grabbed all of my stuff. Just as I was looking for the floo powder, I heard a voice from behind me.

"Morning!" I turned around to see Granger standing behind me wearing baggy flannel pants and a white tank top and a large smile. I quickly turned around so that I wasn't facing her.

"Ah, finaly, you're awake, mudblood. Where is the blasted floo powder?" I demanded without thinking.

She frowned. "Well, if you're gonna be such a bitch then rather than

letting you sit down to a peaceful breakfast how about I shove it down your throat MAKING YOU CHOKE TO DEATH!" I was right, she is a girl no one would ever want to mess with, mudblood or not. She quickly walked upstairs and shortly came down with a small velvet bag. She violently shoved it into my hands.

"HERE!" She angrily said. "And I hope you end up in a million pieces

wherever the hell you go!" If looks could kill, I'd be dead a million times before I hit the floor. She then said in a deadly whisper "And I thought you changed"

Before I left, I looked at her. Her back was turned. She was so beautiful, even if she was a mudblood.

I slowly stepped into the fire and felt my stomach go inside out.

I stepped out of the fireplace and quickly made my way to my room. As I sat down on my bed, I thought about yesterday. It was the most fun I had had since...forever.

NOBODY's POV (A/N sorry, that's how it was accidentally written originally…my bad)

He sighed to himself and hung his head.

After a while, he got up and looked into his full-length mirror and stared at his body.

He was very fit and muscular, but wasn't bulging or anything. His hair was smooth and his eyes were like pools of melted steel. He had a perfect smile and perfect facial features, yet, when he and Hermione were at the mall yesterday, she hadn't looked at him like all of the other girls did. She just looked at him as though he was Potter or Weasley.

"UGH! Why am I obsessing over it! This whole thing was just a stupid plot to get even with my father, and now it just added to hurting Potter! I did it! It's done! It couldn't be any farther from my mind now!"

For the next couple of weeks, Draco tried to forget about that day. He

didn't go on his 'laptop' anymore. In fact, he threw all of his muggle

items into a drawer in the back of his closet to collect dust, but he

continued to teach himself to play the drums. Every day when his mother was out he would practice in his room and when his mother was home he would practice in his father's office, which had a sound proof spell over the walls. He also spent more time outside. If he wasn't practicing the drums, he was outside, which is a strange thing for Draco Malfoy to do. He went back to his usual ways, hating muggles, mudbloods, and all beneath him and all who loved them. But wait, all were beneath him! Throughout the summer, though he didn't think about what happened when he spent the day with Granger, he dreamt about it, but in the morning, the dreams were forgotten.

One morning he woke up to his mother's screeching.

"DRACO!"

He grumbled as he woke up.

"What is it mother?"

"You still haven't gotten your stuff for school!"

"I'll go today!"

He slowly got out of bed and took a long, relaxing shower. He put on one of my more expensive robes, rather than the ones he had been wearing for the past six weeks. He took a handful of floo powder and threw it into his fireplace.

"Diagon Alley!" he said, and in a rush of green light, he was gone.

I stood there, trying to understand what had just happened. I knew that he had fun yesterday, but why did he leave? I walked into the kitchen and took out Crookshanks' food.

"What just happened?" I asked him. He looked up at me with his squashed face and began to eat his food greedily. I stood up and looked out the window.

'Looks like he wasn't ready' I thought as I sat on the couch and took out my 'Potions' textbook.

(Nobody's POV)

Hermione spent most of the rest of the summer with her friends. Her parents came home and took her skiing for a week. She didn't see Ron or Harry, though, because they went to the Burrow as soon as she left, but they wrote letters to each other. She made her friends remove the highlights after she broke up with Dudley, who she told was an inconsiderate, small-minded pig with which she was never going out. He was so mad he punched the wall and broke his leg. How that happened was a mystery to her.

Every night, though, the day she spent with Malfoy replayed in her mind, every time ending the same, with him going back to the old him and their argument. Two weeks before it was time to go back she decided to go to Diagon Alley to get her school supplies.

A/N I know it's short but too bad, deal. I'm putting in the next chap also to make up for it. Happy?