Hermione woke up way later than she usually does on weekends. Huh…. I guess Draco went back to his room… ah well. She turned around to snuggle deeper into her coat… until she heard the door open to her room.

"Eh?" Hermione sat up.

"Hermione… could you help me make breakfast? I don't know how to work the stove…" Draco admitted, blushing. Hermione almost laughed. The great Draco Malfoy doesn't know how to work a stove!

"Hey, what're you smiling about?"

"Nothing," Hermione replied with a shake of the head. "Now, what's this about not knowing how to work the stove?"

Little Time Skippy

"And you turn this knob until the flame appears, okay?"

"Aah! Sorcery! Oh wait… Muggles aren't capable of sorcery… Hermione, what is this?"

Hermione grinned. "This is called electricity. It powers a lot of things inside a Muggle home."

"Oh, really?" Draco looked like a little child- full of wonder.

Hermione smiled. "And, now you can help me bake that pie!"

Draco turned. "W-what do you mean, 'bake that pie'? I have never used and I never want to use a Muggle thing! And remember the last time?"

"Just hold this." Hermione handed a box of blueberries to Draco. "I'll put down the crust and you can put in the rest of the ingredients with the blueberries, 'kay?"

"B-but I-"

"Just hold the blueberries, Draco. It won't take a lot of time. Also, can you preheat the oven, it needs to be at 175 degrees."

"Fine!" Draco leaned over Hermione and pressed a button on the stove.

"No! Draco, that's the clean button! Can't you read?"

"Well, there's no button that says 'pre heat'!

"Ugh, Draco, just push the bake button!"

"What's that gonna do?"

"DRACO, JUST PUSH THE DAMN BUTTON!"

"FINE!" Draco pushed the 'bake' button. "NOW WHAT?"

"PUSH THE CLEAN BUTTON AGAIN!"

"AND WHAT'LL THAT DO?"

"IT STOPS THE CLEAN PROCESS!"

"OKAY!" Draco pushed the 'clean' button once again. "HAPPY?"

"YES! NOW DO WHAT I TELL YOU!" Hermione angrily put her hand to her temples. "Just do what the recipe says, okay? I'm going to take a nap."

Another lil' time skippy~

Seeing Hermione napping peacefully on the couch, Draco got a horrible idea.

"Ah!" Hermione screeched. "INTRUDER!" she punched Draco in the nose.

"Fucking hell, what was that for, woman?"

"I'm sorry! I thought you were some kind of murderer of rapist or something…"

"Well now, that's the second time you've ever punched me in the nose, isn't it?"

Hermione unwillingly cracked a smile. "You're not forgiven. So don't think about crawling back to me once you can't figure out how the washing machine works!"

"No! You'll pay for this!" Draco mockingly said. "This won't be the last time you hear from Draco Malfoy!"

Hermione burst out laughing. "Let's get some dinner, you pathetic villain."

They linked arms when they heard a knock at the door. Hermione went to go check, and then Draco heard a squeal.

"Who is it?" he called. Then came Tim- a little surprise there, but who followed was a stranger.

"Hi you guys," she said sticking out her hand. "I'm Stacey, a relationship counselor. Tim told me that you are having some romantic troubles, hm? Well, don't worry now, because you two will soon make up!"

A/N: Well my dearies, how did you like that chapter? It's mainly fluff. Really. I added Stacey in there on a whim. She, too, is in on the plot. And for a little sneak peak on the next chapter: there will be frying pans! Blueberry allergies! Harry and Ginny! Penguins! Ron being an idiot who is over protective of Ginny (and possibly Harry.)! And most of all, DRACO LEARNING HOW TO USE A CELL PHONE! R&R, if you liked the story. I enjoy reviews! Also, the temperatures in here are in Celsius. Just sayin'.

~Stardust