"Why the hell does your flat have to be on the top floor? It's called a flat for god sake!" complained Charlotte. "How many stairs do we have to go?"

"Shut up Charlotte, It's only 4 flights. You're just mad 'cause I wouldn't let you get another tattoo."

"Hey, if I want to get another rose on my arm, then those are my onions."

"What?"

"Hermione you're supposed to be smart. If you translate the onion thing in French then it means 'that's my businesses. I love saying that. Not every one gets it though."

"Hmmm I wonder why?" she said sarcastically. Fumbling through her purse, Hermione noticed…

"Shoot, I don't have my key, and I didn't think I would need my wand so…"

"There was this one time where she kept walking in on me in the shower. But finally she gave up on me and got a boyfriend."

"She got a boyfriend! With the way you make her sound, I don't know a respectable guy that would date her."

"Well…he wasn't exactly respectable. He took total advantage of her. The next time I saw her she had a lot of tattoos, but she was still the same Charlotte…without the ugly boyfriend."

"Oh, so he was ugly."

"He wasn't completely unfortunate looking. I just didn't like him, so I probably remember him as being worse than he actually was."

Doorbell chimes

"That must be them," He said, walking towards the door. "Charlotte, are you out there?"

"Yes, Harry, darling, I will marry you," She called back jokingly as Hermione rolled her eyes. "My cousin seems to have lost her mind and her keys. So lover, dear, let me in."

On the other side of the door, Harry gave Malfoy an I-told-you-she-is-insane look, then opened the door.

Charlotte threw her arms around Harry and said, "You've gotten taller since the last time I saw you." After that she pushed him away, and strutted towards the "hot blond" as she would put it. Soon after, Hermione went in to her room to put away her new book. "Hello, Handsome. I don't believe I've ever had the pleasure of meeting you." She said batting her eyes like a mad women. "I'm Charlotte."

"So I've heard," said Draco "I'm Draco."

"So I've heard. We're making sundaes. Follow me."

Draco did as she said and followed.

Charlotte isn't the tallest person in the world; so as she reached up to the freezer to get the rum raisin, which is on top of the butter pecan, her newest tattoo of a butterfly emerged from under her shirt. Harry wasn't surprised by it. It had been close to eleven months since the last time they had seen each other.

"Nice tattoo," said Harry

Charlotte was so amused by him that she totally forgot what she was looking for.

After the third round of sundaes, Charlotte had an idea.

"Let's play a game."

"Aren't we too old for games?" laughed Harry

"No, it all depends on the game you're playing."

"That's exactly my point. You see? Draco here understands me." She was so pleased at his comment that she whispered something into his ear. Draco nodded in agreement.

"What are you two whispering about?" asked Harry.

Draco avoided the question.

"Ah…nothing, it's just that we're not old. Some people may say we're too young."

Phone rings

Charlotte took out her mobile.

"Hey, mum. What's up?"

Charlotte handed the phone to Hermione. "She wants to speak to you."

"Hey Aunty…Yeah…" Hermione turned around to shush the boys to tone down their idiotic conversation "Oh, just some friends of mine…Yes, they are boys."

Hermione hung up the phone.

"Charlotte, your mum wants you home."

"What! I have to get my own apartment soon. That woman's rules are starting to work my nerves."

"See I told you. Some people may say we're too young."

" Next year, I'm living in the dorms. Laters," said a very pissed off Charlotte.

Early the next morning

Hermione has various addictions; one of the worst is the caffeine monkey on her back.

She was now working on her third cup of coffee, while sitting on the counter top. She had completely forgotten about the blond on her couch, which was now looking at her sip her coffee.

"Good morning."

"Hey, I forgot you were here."

"Could I get some," He said, pointing to her cup.

"Oh, yeah. Help yourself. Oh, wait. You'll have to make a fresh pot cause I… kind of…"

"I understand. I'm a complete caffeine freak. So… what do you do?"

"I beg your pardon."

"Job wise, I mean. Do you work at the ministry or something?"

"Oh, no, I had a small secretary job at a hospital and then…I've been out of work for close to a year now."

"Why did you get fired?"

"I didn't get fired I quit. My boss was a little power mad, and I wouldn't sleep with him so I quit. And then the war stopped me from applying for anything else. What about you?"

"I have never really had a job. I took what was left of my father's money and bought a small house. When my father found out, he burned it down." He paused while he looked for the coffee mugs.

"They're in the one on the left."

"I hope you don't mind me being here, but I promise I won't become some sort of free loader. 'Cause I know we're not really friends or even acquaintances. You probably don't even like me, but I am very grateful for you letting me stay here."

With that said, Draco toke his cup and left the kitchen.

"Draco, you can stay here as long as you like," She said, smiling at him as she refilled her cup and went to her room.