Draco was shocked. In all his life, he had never been so shocked.

Hermione sighed. Her viciously wild curls had tamed down a bit since school, but they were still near impossible to control. Right now they were in a ponytail- one that had taken ten minutes to put up.

(Stacey: Where's Tim?!)

Ron was shocked as well. (WHERE'S TIM?) Now way he was ready for his girlfriend of three years to be living with his arch nemesis for four months. Dang, he was going to propose next weekend, on their four year anniversary. Now his plans were ruined.

"YOU!" Ron roared in rage.

"Yes, me, Weaselbee. What, shocked to gaze upon my perfect self?" Draco flipped his hair.

Hermione, who had become increasingly concerned with Ron and Draco near each other, just lost it at the hair flip. (Who wouldn't?)

From behind the angry Ron (who looked like a carrot) and the oddly nonchalant Draco, came the sound of muffled laughter. They turned around and saw Hermione on the floor, struggling to contain her giggles.

"Mione, what's wrong?" Ron rushed over to the trembling brunette.

"The…..hair…..flip…" Hermione gasped out.

"What did you do to my Mione, Ferret?" Ron faced Draco.

"Nothing," Draco replied. "Unless her ovaries exploded from seeing my glorious face. That would've been my fault."

Hermione only laughed harder.

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"So," Hermione said, showing Draco around her flat. "This'll be your room, it's across from mine. Please somehow find a job. I need you out of my hair for me to write the new edition of Hogwarts, a History."

"So," Draco kicked a wall. "What're the rules around here?"

"Well, the rules are as follows; No loud music, I cook. That's just a personal preference. Don't touch anything Muggle unless you're SURE you know how it works. Ron broke my IPhone last week and I still need to replace it."

"Your what?"

"My IPhone. When I have the time, I'll show you how it works. But first," Hermione stopped in the kitchen. "We're going to learn how to use a microwave."

Time Skip

"That- that went well." It was four in the afternoon, Hermione was late for a date with Ron, and her microwave used to be on fire.

Draco collapsed on his bed. Microwaves were exhausting. "Tomorrow," he heard Hermione call as she was leaving. "You're going to watch the telly." Hearing that, Draco growled. How could he, the heir to the Malfoy fortune, have been brought so low? Sitting up, he resolved to do the one thing that would make him feel better- bringing down Weaselbee. And to do that, he to take the one thing that mattered to the red-head…. Hermione.

It was time for Operation "Make Granger fall in love with me and therefore leave Weaselbee."

Sometimes, bad boys have to play nice.

(Stacy: Y'know, author-chan, It would be nice if you could move the story along a little bit… Me: I'm trying! Just let me upload chapters on a schedule, [every weekend] and I will move the story along. Keep acting like that, and there won't be a story! Stacy: *Taylor Swift Impression* Why you gotta be so- MEAN? Me: *laughs and goes out for ice cream with Stacey)