A/N: Hello everyone, and I hope you've been waiting! I think this is the longest time I've ever let you wait. Anyway, in this chapter, it has more action than the last one, particularly in the first half. *snickers* Anyway, enjoy!

[Hermione]
I went back to the villa to see Draco watching Deal or No Deal. I smiled secretly, making sure he wasn't looking at me. He looked so relaxed. I locked the door slowly before I put my shopping bags on the sofa and went straight for the kitchen.

"Making some more of that cookie crumble?" he asked.

I shook my head. Oh crap, I thought.

"I need to go change," I whispered. He nodded.

I took the shopping bags I left on the sofa and I went upstairs quickly and locked my room.

I took all my things out the shopping bags. I had taken the tags off them so I could wear any one of them I wanted. I then decided I'll wear one of them tomorrow, and I'm just staying at the mansion, so there's no real need to dress nicely. In the end, I decided to take off my dangling earrings for my green floral ones and to wear a simple blue t-shirt with a picture of a monster on it and a pair of grey trousers. I combed my hair until it looked decent and I tied my hair in a ponytail so my hair won't get into the food.

As I went downstairs, Draco stared at me. When he saw my t-shirt, he laughed.

"Very funny Malfoy," I sighed, going to the kitchen to find some flour."

"Oh, I'm Malfoy now?" he asked. "Anyway, why are you going through the kitchen?"

"We can make our own dinner today 'cause apparently, the people who were supposed to make our dinner were kidnapped and sent to Russia," I replied, saying the last bit sarcastically as I was holding the pantry cupboard handle. "At least, that's what everyone says. I think that's stupid. Hey, why don't you come and help me make dinner? You can cook, can you?"

Draco came in the kitchen, and after a long, draining discussion, I decided to make some cake and he decided to make some fish and chips. Just for the two of us.

"But what about my friends?" I asked. "Can't they come over?"

"That depends," he smirked. "Can Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise come over?"

"Gosh no!" I exclaimed.

"Exactly," he replied. "If they can't come over, so can't your friends."

"Fine."

"I don't want Crabbe and Goyle to come either, actually. I prefer to keep my luxuries to myself."

"Really generous, Malfoy."

"And what does that make you?"

"I tried to let you to let me invite my friends over. But you, however, won't let me!"

"Admit it, Granger. You're doing this just to make your friends jealous."

"I am."

"Then doesn't make you any more generous."

There was an awkward pause.

"Well, let's get going."

I was busy mixing the cake batter while he was making the sauce when some of the cake batter flew out of the bowl and landed on his face.

"Oh God," I whispered, cowering behind my arms. "I'm so sorry..."

Draco smirked as he flicked some of the sauce at me. I screamed.

"Oh no you didn't!" I yelled.

He nodded, "Yes I did."

I smirked, "This. Is. War."

We started throwing our ingredients at each other. It was extremely long. And memorable. I could remember it when I threw some batter at Draco's lip and he licked it flirtatiously. When he threw the sauce on my cheek, I took my finger and licked it comically. Eventually, we ran out of cake batter and sauce to throw at each other, we both looked extremely scruffy and we didn't feel like cooking, so we settled for a takeout instead.

Draco and I sat on the dinner table, slurping Chinese noodles as we stared at each other with full force.

"I won," he said, smirking.

"Ha!" I laughed. "You won? You won? I ran out of the cake batter last!"

"But I threw the sauce in more places on you than you did on me!"

"Says you!"

"Yeah, says me!"

We laughed. We couldn't stand arguing with each other.

"I can't do this," Draco whispered, sighing.

"Me neither," I sighed, winking at him.

"I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry too! Forgive me?"

"I forgive you!"

We laughed. That was one of the most memorable 'fights' in my life. And I was nowhere near halfway through it.

The doorbell rang.

"The door's unlocked," I replied. The door slowly opened.

It was Luna.

"Hermione! Hermione!" Luna shrieked, as jumpy as a jellybean. "I have to tell you something!"

"What is it?" I replied, smiling.

"Let's go somewhere else," Luna said, glaring at Draco.

"I need a minute," I replied, smiling at Draco. He nodded.

Luna dragged me into my bedroom upstairs.

"Wow," she whispered. "Looks like some Wrackspurts have gone mad and decided to explode..."

I shook my head fiercely. "No," I whispered. "Draco and I just had a food fight, that's all."

"Oh," she sighed, dreamily. "That's sweet."

"What were you going to tell me?" I asked, trying to ignore her comment.

"That? Uh... uh..."

"What, Luna? You can tell me anything. My lips are sealed."

Luna nodded.

"Well," she whispered, staring at the floor. "You know Seamus?"

"Yes, I know Seamus Finnigan, Gryffindor's own clumsy Irishman."

"Geez, no need to be so sarcastic, Hermione. I heard... I heard... he... he..."

"He what, Luna?"

"He... he asked... her... HER... out."

"Who, Luna? Who did he ask out?"

"Cho bloody Chang!" she yelled, bursting into tears. I've never seen cry like this before, so I flung my arms around her, and she did the same.

"Oh Luna!" I sighed, crying as well. "I can't see you like this! Tell you what, talk to Ginny, keep a straight face, and if he ever dares to even talk to you, ignore him."

Luna nodded, mouthed 'Thanks Hermione', and left the villa.

"Is she alright?" Draco asked, slightly concerned.

"None of your business," I answered bitterly.

Okay... I know the last bit was a bit random, but I liked it. See you next time!