CAPTER TWO

Hermione was in the kitchen the next morning when she heard the front door open and close. She quickly ran to see what was going on. She was hoping it wasn't Draco leaving. Gladly it wasn't, but she didn't like what she saw.

"RON! Ginny, Harry? What are you guys doing here.?" she asked with a worried look on her face.

"I told you we were going to come by today, but we decided to leave the kids with mum and dad." Ginny answered.

"Oh, well, I'm not dress or anything, and I am kind of busy this morning so ---" she tired saying as all three of them started walking to the living.

"Really guys, come on, I still have stuff I have to do this morning. I know why don't you guys explore around town, and meet back here about 1:00 p.m."

"Hermione, jeez slow down. We can just go with you, while you have stuff to do. As far as it goes for you not being dress, just go up stairs and get changed." Ron said while laughing slightly.

"Well … I … but … um." She couldn't think of anything else to say, but was cut off by the look on their faces. "What?" she said looking at the strange.

She had notice their faces where towards the stairs.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Ron had yelled before Hermione could turn around to see what they were looking at.

"Well, see that's a long story." Hermione said in a quiet voice.

"Well it shouldn't even be a story he should, even be here." Ron said looking at him.

"Ron, please calm down, and sit back down and let Hermione explain." Ginny said motioning him to come sit next to her.

Draco was just standing there on the stairs, not knowing what to do.

"Hermione, I think I'm going to go now." He said to her as he started walking towards the door.

Hermione ran towards him, "No, you have every right to be here as they do." she said leading him back to the living room.

"I'm still waiting for my answer." Ran said before Draco could say anything else to Hermione.

"Okay, Ronald, you want to know why he is here, well…" she started to say as Ginny cut her off.

"If this why, you didn't want us to come over yesterday. Was he here?"

"Ginny, listen. Ron and Harry you too. Remember all the Friday nights I said is my alone time." they all nodded. "Well, actually, they are movie night for me and Draco. Every Friday night he comes over here, and then we watch movies, eat a lot of junk. Normally he goes home after, but we watch two movies last night because he is going on a trip next week, and we can't a movie night. Well, our second ended late, and he had a long drive home, so I offered him my guess room, cause he was tired, and it didn't seem right to have him drive home tied." She finished as they all stared at her.

It was silent, but that didn't stay long with Ronald.

"How long has this been going on, Him and YOU?" he asked in a mean, you-know-what-I- mean voice.

"Every Friday night, since the end of our 7th year and there is no him and me, there's him and there is me. Just two friends hanging out." As soon as she said friends she knew what was going to happen next.

"FRIENDS! Friends? Come on Hermione We spent 7 years hating this guy, and now you are saying a friend." Ron yelled at her.

"Yes, Ronald, friend." she answered calmly.

"I just have one question Hermione." Harry finally said, "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Cause I knew the reaction I would have gotten if I did." she then paused, "and I hate to see that I was wrong." she said in a sarcastic voice.

It was silent again, but then Ron motioned Hermione into the kitchen. Once they had gotten in there Ron didn't stay quiet long.

"Come on Hermione, tell me that he has been making you do this." he said quietly so no one can hear him.

"No Ronald, I like it. Its fun, and he is fun, why don't you just give him a chance."

"No. No. Not Malfoy. No way." he then looked around and saw the Champagne on the counter not opened though, and beer cans next to the sink.

"What is all of this?" he said picking it up.

"I always get the beer for Draco, cause he likes it. I drink the soda. And the Champagne is for just before he leave, we always have one glass. It's a tradition."

"Tradition? A tradition to get drunk and fool around probably."

"RONALD! Now come on."

"No, you come on. The champagne isn't even open."

"That's because, I told you, it got late. We forgot about it, he went straight to bed right after the movie ended."

"And I'm just suppose to believe you."

"Yeah, you are. If you are the best friend I think you are, then yeah you are."

"Fine, but only if you promise nothing happened."

"I promise nothing happened." she then went over and gave Ron a hug and walked into the Living room.

Mean while in the living room, Harry and Ginny are both sitting there, staring at Draco. While Draco is looking at the kitchen door thinking, please hurry up so I can get the fuck out of here. over and over in his head.

"Okay, problem is solved." Hermione said walking in.

"I am now going to go get dress. Draco if you want you can leave now. Ginny Harry Ron, I'll be right back."

Hermione headed up stairs, and Draco ran after her, but Hermione didn't know Draco was behind her. Hermione then tuned around.

"Oh … shit…." she said in between breaths. "Draco you scared the shit out of me."

"Yeah, sorry. Where you serious when you said I could leave."

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't know just thought I would make sure. Is it okay if I take some beer and candy home with me?"

Hermione started laughing. "Yeah, of course its okay, I'll save the champagne till next time okay?"

"Okay, yeah that's fine. Thanks, I'll talk to you before I leave, or when I get home." he said smiling.

"Okay."

He turned around and started walking down stairs when he stopped.

"Hey Hermione" he yelled to her.

"Yeah?"

"You didn't tell, or not going to tell them what happen last night are you?"

Hermione just stared at him for a moment. Then walked up to him. "No of coarse not. If they had a problem with you just sleeping here, I'm defently not going to open that conversation."

"Yeah, your right. Okay, I'll talk to you soon. Bye." he ran down stairs quickly and out the door.

"Bye." she whispered to herself.