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A/N: So, I'm back. Here's chapter two of '11 Things'. Thanks for all those who reviewed the last chapter! Hugs and kisses to all you! So, just read chapter one! Review after reading, please!
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Chapter One: Water Gun War
Six years had passed ever since the second war. It was a bloody one. Corpses, body parts, blood, and innards flew everywhere, making Hogwarts look as if it was a graveyard where bodies were messed up. A lot survived, living their life happily now in the present but, a lot had died, too, leaving their family members and friends mourning, up until now, for their deaths.
The Light Side had won, triumphing over the Dark Side. The Dark Lord was killed successfully by Harry Potter, The Chosen One. Before that, though, Ron Weasley was killed by Voldemort on his own hands. The Light Side rejoiced upon seeing Voldemort's own downfall. But their celebration was put into a stop once Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort's loyal Death Eater, killed Harry Potter out of despair for the death of her beloved Master.
That day, everybody mourned for their hero's own death.
People gathered around. They mourned, both who knew him personally and who didn't, including Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley.
Hermione's cries were heard amongst the group, parting for her to reach her dead best friends. She fell down on her knees and cried, trying to wake them up. For her, it was all a dream… a terrible dream… a nightmare. For her, it was all a terrible prank. It was as if her world crumbled into pieces once seeing them falling on the ground, lifeless… soulless. She wanted to die.
Ginny Weasley, fiancé of Harry Potter and sister of Ron Weasley, gave Hermione a pretty big slap in front of everybody. "It's your fault! It's your entire fault!" She had blamed her, Hermione – Gryffindor Lioness, best friend of The-Boy-Who-Lived, for their death. She blamed her, telling her she didn't do anything at all, that she was selfish for saving her life instead of theirs.
And then, she left Hermione Granger, all alone.
Hermione was all alone.
She had no relatives, her parents died just last summer when Voldemort and his minions barged in their own house. She was supposedly their target – their sole reason was to kill her. But fortunately, she wasn't there and killed her parents instead. It wasn't fortunate at all; she should have been there to save them. Both of her parents didn't have any siblings so, she didn't have any aunts, uncles, and cousins. Hermione was an only child and both of her grandparents in both sides were dead, too.
Her best friends left her. She was angry with them, telling them they were selfish for leaving her to journey life all alone. And now, her best girl friend left her, too, blaming her for the death of her fiancée and brother.
Most of her housemates were dead. Gryffindors fought bravely in the war, unfortunately, though, few of them survived including her.
Draco Malfoy fought for the Light Side.
His family surprisingly switched sides a few months before the second war. Lucius Malfoy, his father, served as a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. It surprised Draco that his father decided to switch sides. All his life, he believed that Lucius Malfoy was pure evil and would be Voldemort's man through and through.
He hadn't mourned for Harry Potter's and Ron Weasley's death. He never was fond of both of them, anyway. It surprised him, though, when Ginny Weasley blamed Hermione Granger for their deaths. He had watched Granger throughout the war. He had seen her saving lives… saving other people from deaths. But, she failed to save her best friends, thus, being blamed by the she-Weasley.
They gave both Gryffindors a funeral, the Ministry giving them the Order of Merlin, First Class. A lot of people attend the funeral and for appearance's sake, Draco and his family were there.
Hermione Granger was no where to be seen.
It made him curious. After the funeral, she hadn't attended at all. When Draco was given the duty, as Head Boy, to help the teachers patrol Hogwarts (to look for other corpses and fix some damages), he had seen her in an abandoned classroom, seated at the very far and dark corner of the room. She was crying, head buried in between her knees.
Draco knew she had nothing anymore. He knew her parents died. He knew about Weaselette's abandonment (he just heard that she migrated to Romania with her brother, Charlie Weasley).
He wanted to leave. He never really was fond of Hermione Granger. She was an annoying, know-it-all, goody-two-shoes. She was too intelligent for her own good and Draco disliked it. He secretly never hated her, though. In fact, he admired her. He admired her intelligence and bravery and practicality and loyalty. She would stand up for anyone as long as they were right.
But for some strange reason, he approached her. He gave her a hug, comforted her, and soothed her. He brought her to St. Mungo's, which was now officially owned by the Malfoy family and there, her injuries were treated and all. He took care of her for months until she healed. She was traumatized, the Healer said. It would take her a few months before she completely healed physically and emotionally.
Draco was her only visitor. Everyday, he would visit her; give her some simple gifts and get-well-soon cards. At first, Hermione never talked to him. It was as if he didn't exist at all. But as days passed, she would talk to him casually for civility's sake until she opened up with him.
St. Mungo's finally agreed for Hermione to leave the hospital after a month. Hermione built her life, found a nice apartment and a job she at least like (though, it wasn't her dream job at all). She was hailed as one of the best Aurors the Wizarding World ever had. Secretly, though, Hermione always wanted to be a Healer.
Draco, for the first few days, visited her apartment and job sometimes until it became a habit to him and visited her everyday.
And thus, a strong friendship was created between Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger.
11. I want to be a child again.
"Hermione, are you in here?" Draco bellowed.
The brunette's head poked out of her kitchen. "I'm here!" she exclaimed. Draco strode towards the kitchen, a mouthwatering aroma greeting him.
Hermione was wearing a yellow apron tied around her. Her hair was tied into a loose bun while she cooked pancakes.
Draco grabbed one pancake on the plate and placed it inside his mouth. "Quite yummy, Granger," he said, swallowing it down. The brunette shook her head in amusement and continued to cook more pancakes.
The blond was about to pick another pancake when suddenly, Hermione swatted his hand away. "Stop eating my breakfast, Draco," she told him, eyes still trained on cooking her pancakes.
He scowled. "But, I'm hungry!" he whined, as if he was a five-year-old little boy.
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked at him. "Then go make your own breakfast," she told him. She averted her eyes away from the blond towards the pancakes. They were cooked already so she transferred them to the plate.
"But you make the best pancakes in the whole wide world!" he implored. And he wasn't lying at all. All the things that he ate in the Manor were fine. The house-elves did a fine job. Once he moved to his new house, he brought with him his personal house-elf, Jinky and with all honesty, he never had a decent meal ever since. Except though if he was eating outside (with Hermione) or eating the food that Hermione cooked.
"Why, thank you, Mr. Malfoy, but I'm already aware of that," she told him as she walked towards her small dining room and sat down. Draco trailed behind her towards the dining room and sat down beside her. Hermione grabbed her favorite mug and poured some coffee. "Want some coffee, though?"
"Yeah, fine," he grumbled. Her coffee tasted delicious, too, in his opinion.
Hermione grabbed his favorite mug (yes, yes, Draco had his own mug in Hermione's apartment) and poured coffee into it, too. She gave it to Draco who sniffed it. He liked sniffing his coffee before drinking it; Hermione had noticed that ever since they became best friends.
"Why are you here in my apartment, by the way?" she asked, sipping coffee. She grabbed a fork and started to slice her pancake after she poured down some maple syrup.
"Well," the blond started, "I'm here to invite you to a birthday party."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "But it's still January, Draco. You're birthday is on June," she reasoned out.
"Glad you remember," he grinned. "And I didn't say it was my birthday party. It's my cousin's birthday. You know, Felicity? I remember we talked about her one time."
"Oh yeah, Felicity, your favorite cousin" she said, removing her hair tie and running a hand through her tresses. "How old is she?"
"She'll be seven tomorrow," the blond said. "Aunt Gwyneth, Father's younger sister, decided to have a garden birthday party for her only girl. And, well, I'm surprised that it will be a little Muggle-ish. All the children, though, are from wizarding families. What do you call those people who have too much make-up on and are funny?"
"Clowns," Hermione pointed out. "There will be clowns? Wow, that's new. Where will it happen?"
"In Aunt Gwyneth's house," Draco said, shrugging. "There will be parlor games, I think that's what they're called."
"Ooh, I missed those good ol' days. I used to join a lot of parlor games," Hermione said, grinning. "So, I'm invited?"
He nodded his head. "So, are you going because I don't want to be surrounded by bunch of annoying, whining babies."
"You're coming?" she asked, surprised.
The blond nodded, a scowl on his face. "Apparently," he said. "Aunt Gwyneth and her husband can't come to Felicity's birthday party and the bloody kiddo had a huge tantrum. She only calmed down when Aunt Gwyneth promised her that I will be there to her party. So, I had no choice. Well, are you coming?"
A thoughtful look was seen on Hermione's face. "Is your father coming?" she asked, a scowl tugging at the corner of her mouth. Apparently, Lucius hate towards her wasn't one-sided at all.
Draco smirked and shook his head. "If you're coming, we'll be the only grown-ups in the party. We're going to be somewhat like chaperones to them."
"All right, I'll come," she said, grinning. She finished her pancake and stood up. "So, what time will you apparate here?"
"We won't apparate," the blond said, making Hermione curious as she sipped on her coffee. "We're going to drive there."
Hermione choked on her coffee and looked at him, bewildered. "Drive there? But I don't know how to drive, Draco!" she exclaimed.
"Silly Granger," he said, shaking his head. "I'm going to drive us to Aunt Gwyneth's house."
The brunette had a funny look on her face. "You're kidding, right?" she asked.
Draco rolled his eyes and pulled out his wallet from his pocket. He opened it and showed her his driver's license. "I passed the driving lessons, Beaver. See, here's my proof."
"Woah," the brunette said. "You never told me you were learning how to drive!"
"Can't a man hide some secrets, huh?" he asked, a small smirk on his face. "I drove towards your apartment, you know."
Hermione gaped. "No way!" she exclaimed. "So, what's your car?"
"Well, it's a Mercedes Benz," he casually said, removing dirt from his finger with a frown.
The brunette's jaw dropped further, if it was even impossible. "Can I see it?!" she squealed in delight. She always had been a fan of cars.
"Suit yourself," he said and watched in amazement as Hermione made a mad dash towards her main door. "OH MY GOD, DRACO MALFOY! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME IT'S A MERCEDES BENZ SLK 55!"
Draco rolled his eyes and walked outside her apartment, seeing the brunette fawning over his new car.
"Seriously, Hermione," the blond said, amused. "It's only a car."
"Only a car? ONLY A CAR?!" she exclaimed. "This must be one of the best cars I had ever seen in my whole life. I can't wait to ride on it later!"
Draco smirked at her. "Well, Hermione Granger, remember this. Malfoys always get the best."
The brunette rolled her eyes and grinned at him. "Yes, yes, I know. You pointedly made everyone remember when we were still studying in Hogwarts."
The blond smirked widened. "So, Hermione, I'll fetch you at exactly one o'clock p.m. Is that all right?"
"Yeah, yeah sure, now shoo! I still have to clean my whole house! Merlin, it was as if a huge tornado came inside," she fussed and walked inside her house. "See you later, Draco."
The blond gave a small wave and rode his car. His plan was starting to happen.
"All set, Beaver?" Draco asked, wearing his favorite green shirt (with a print that says: 'SLYTHERIN RULES!') and the usual blue jeans.
"Yes, yes, I'm ready," the brunette said, wearing a blouse with three-fourths sleeves and blue skirt that ended a few inches above her knee. Her hair was tied into a loose bun and Draco noticed a few hints of make-up on her face. Her get-up was simple, yes, but Hermione still hadn't failed to look gorgeous. "I can't believe I'm riding a Mercedes Benz."
Draco rolled his eyes and opened the door of his car for her.
"Thanks," she said, slipping inside his car. Draco jogged towards the other side, then opened the car door, and slipped inside his car. The blond removed the roof of his new car, making Hermione more amazed.
"Stop looking like that, Granger. It's as if you have never seen a car in your whole life before," he mocked, earning a scowl from the brunette. He grabbed his sunglass and wore it, looking from left to right.
"Do you always have to look cool, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, frowning at him.
"Of course," the blond said, giving him a charming smile. "Maybe, I'll meet the right girl for me later or something. I should look cool for her, you know."
"Yeah, yeah, just drive," the brunette scoffed, inspecting from one button to another.
"I'm warning you. Don't push anything," Draco said.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine. Now, drive. We're going to be late for your cousin's seventh birthday party."
"Just relax," he said, igniting the car. Hermione fastened her seat belt and glared at him.
"I'm warning you, I don't want to die earlier than my deadline so drive safely, Ferret," she said.
Draco scoffed. "I can drive, thank you very much." He steered the wheel and the car moved.
Hermione was impressed the whole journey. Draco Malfoy could pretty much drive smoothly, in her opinion.
"Draco! You came! You came!" a pretty blonde girl exclaimed. Hermione looked from her to the smirking blond. They resembled so much. Someone who really didn't know them might mistake them as siblings.
"Kiddo!" the blond exclaimed, giving the birthday girl a big hug. "Quite a big girl now, huh? The last time I saw you, you were shorter."
Felicity puffed out her chest. "I grew a few inches taller!" she exclaimed, showing the trademark Malfoy smirk. Her eyes then averted away from her favorite cousin towards the brunette standing beside him. "Oh, so you're Hermione Granger! Draco talks a lot about you!"
"Yes, I'm Hermione Granger, the one and only," the brunette grinned, sticking out her right hand. Instead of shaking her hand, Felicity gave Hermione a hug, surprising her. She looked at Draco and he just shrugged.
"She likes hugging people," he told her.
"Happy Birthday," the brunette said, pulling out a gift from her pocket. Felicity clutched it, her eyes sparkling.
"What's this? What's this?" she asked excitedly, shaking the gift against her ear.
"No opening of gifts until the party ends," Draco reminded her. "Aunt Gwyneth personally told me."
Felicity scowled. "Mommy's not here so why do I care?" she asked, her scowl deepening.
Draco sighed and shook his head.
"I'm sorry your mother can't come to your birthday party," Hermione offered, an apologetic smile seen on her face.
"Nah, I'm used to it," Felicity said. "Mommy always leaves me here in the house with the house-elves." The blonde girl clutched Hermione's hand with her right hand and clutched Draco's hand with the other. "Come on, they are already waiting for the party to start!"
"Let's play Musical Chairs!" Felicity announced to the entire bunch of kids around her. The two, young adults were standing at the very back. They were really acting like chaperones to all of the children present in Felicity's birthday party.
"Ooh, Musical Chairs," Hermione said, beaming amidst the excited screams of the other kids. "I missed playing that game."
"Yeah?" the blond asked in a bored tone, inspecting his nails.
"Yeah," the brunette said, looking at him fully. A smirk started to grow on her face, though, when an idea suddenly struck her. "Why don't you join?"
Draco rolled his eyes and snorted. "Well, hello, I'm twenty-five years old while all of them are seven-years-old or younger. I'll be making a fool of myself, you know."
Hermione frowned. "Come on, please, join them!" she whined. "If you don't, I'm going to apparate back to my apartment and leave you all alone here in this boring birthday party. You hear me?" Now, she was lying when she said it was 'boring'. It was quite fun, actually. This birthday party brought good memories back.
"Loud and clear." The blond sighed resignedly and walked towards the chairs, grumbling softly to himself. Hermione beamed.
"Go Ferret, Go!" she shouted encouragingly, hands cupping her mouth to amplify her voice.
Draco made a rude gesture which earned a rolling of eyes from the brunette.
The blond found himself amidst five other little kids. He was actually the tallest among the other five. He then looked at the chairs – there were five of them. He had heard about Musical Chairs before and for him, it was a stupid game. Children would fight over the chairs and all… plain stupidity.
Music started to erupt around the garden. The five children already walked around the chairs and Draco had no choice but to follow them. Some of the other players were dancing with the music and that made Draco frown. His cheeks grew hot, though, when he noticed at the corner of his eyes that some of the children were laughing at him.
The music stopped and immediately, Draco sat down on a vacant chair. One child was out and he came back to the crowd, scowling disappointedly. They removed another chair so, there were four chairs, four kids, and an adult left in the game.
Once the music started, the blond sought Hermione in the crowd. When he finally found her, his cheeks grew redder – she was laughing at him, too. He glared at her, a small growl escaping his lips. Thank Merlin he loved her. If he hadn't, he would have hexed her into oblivion.
The music stopped and again, he sat on a vacant chair. Another kid, this time crying, went back to the audience. Felicity removed another chair, catching Draco's eyes and giving him a small wink.
The music started again, and Draco looked back at Hermione. She caught his eyes and her smile widened, her laughter became louder. The blond sighed and shook his head. He really should have told her a while ago that she looked absolutely beautiful.
The music stopped and Draco sat down on a vacant chair. Another kid was disqualified. Now, three of them were left. Two chairs were left, too.
"I don't know why I didn't disqualify myself the first time the music stopped," the blond grumbled to himself once the music started again.
Soon, there were two of them left – Draco and a little kid. He heard his favorite cousin calling her Cynthia. And then the music started.
The blond followed the kid's lead. She skipped around the chair, happy that she reached the final round. A sulking Draco Malfoy followed her, a stubborn pout adorning his face.
And then, the music stopped. Without thinking, he pulled the chair towards himself even if the child was preparing to sit down. So, Draco sat down on the chair, smiling smugly at Hermione. Cynthia's butt, though, fell flat on the floor with a loud 'thud'. The little girl's eyes misted and then, she started to wail loudly.
Frustrated, Draco covered his ears and was surprised when Hermione suddenly came in and carried the crying girl in her arms. The brunette was glaring at him, a disapproving frown on her face.
"What? I was just trying to win!" he reasoned out, standing up from his chair.
"There, there, stop crying, honey," Hermione comforted, eyes still glaring at the blond. "Well, you don't have to cheat, you bloody moron!" she exclaimed, briefly forgetting that children were surrounding them.
"Well, it's your damn fault because you forced me to join this stupid game!" he exclaimed back, also forgetting to watch his language since children were gazing up at them, amazed.
"You cheated, I saw you!" the brunette exclaimed, pointing a finger at the blond.
"Yeah, Hermione! Go kick his butt!"
Draco whipped his head around and glared at the birthday girl, smirking widely towards the brunette. He could see admiration in her eyes. Hermione, in the other hand, laughed heartily and shook her head.
"Here, since it's your fault, you comfort her," she said. "And if she still didn't stop crying, I'm going to apparate back to my apartment and leave you here." She passed the still crying little girl to the scowling blond.
"That's not fair, Hermione!" he whined but Hermione refused to listen to him. Instead, she arranged all the children to sit down since the clowns would entertain them soon.
"Bloody Beaver, she is," the blond said to himself.
The girl just cried loudly.
"Aren't they supposed to be funny?" Draco asked, frowning towards the clowns. He had comforted Cynthia a while ago so now, she joined her other friends.
Hermione sighed. "Yes," she told him, crossing her arms.
"Well, they're not funny at all," he said. "What I don't get, though, is why all of them are laughing."
"Draco, they're kids. It's just natural that people can make them laugh easily," Hermione reasoned out. She then stretched out her arms and released a wide yawn.
Draco noticed her actions and looked at her disapprovingly. "Tired already?" he asked.
The brunette looked at him and smiled. "Guess I couldn't sleep yesterday," she told him.
"Hermione, you very well know that's bad for your health," he scolded, wagging a finger in front of her face.
Hermione swatted his finger away and sighed. "I know that," she told him. "But, what can I do? I couldn't sleep."
"You could have called me and I'll make you sleep," he offered.
The brunette softly laughed. "I know you were tired so I didn't bother you anymore," she said.
"I could have lulled you to sleep," he grumbled.
"And then what? Make me deaf because of your lovely voice?" Hermione laughed upon seeing Draco's scowl. "Really, Draco, thanks for the offer but, I really didn't want to bother you."
"What if I wanted you to bother me?" he asked.
"Then, you won't treat me into eating Coffee Crumble anymore," she said. "I know you too well, Draco. You're too grumpy for your own good when you're sleepy."
Draco pursed his lip tighter, forming it into a thin line. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it, closing his mouth abruptly again. But then, he opened his mouth and before he knew it, he asked her the question that had been bugging him ever since he discovered that she was dying, "Hermione, why did you refuse to take the medication?"
The brunette was surprised. She looked at him, quirking one eyebrow up. "Why did you suddenly asked that?"
The blond shrugged, looking at her pointedly.
Hermione sighed and looked at her lap. She started to wring her wrist again. "To be honest, Draco, I don't know why. I mean, it's cancer we're talking about. It's a bloody disease. It's deadly. And truth be told, I have little hope of being cured."
"I talked to Dr. Nobleman after you left the hospital," he said quietly, voice unfamiliar to himself. "He told me the treatment, chemotherapy, can help you live longer."
"That's the right word, Draco. Longer," Hermione said with a sigh. "Why prolong the agony? I know this chemotherapy would help me a little. Cancer never had a cure, you know. Chemotherapy might only stop its growth."
"You're being too pessimistic, Hermione," he pointed out.
Hermione sighed. "I know," she said. "Grandpa Max, Mother's father, died a few years after mother was born. And you know the reason? Lung cancer. Same as mine. Mother told me he took the medication… underwent chemotherapy. But where did it lead him – death."
"At least it can help you live longer than your deadline," he whispered more.
"Again, why prolong the agony?" she asked him.
"Granger, you're scaring me here," Draco said, looking a bit panicky. "You make it look like that you're accepting your cancer already and that you're ready to embrace death."
"Well, I am," she told him. "I've seen death and I knew it's inevitable. It's funny how fast I accepted my sickness."
"Well, I'm not," he told her frankly. Hermione looked at him, surprised. "I'm not ready to let you go, Beaver. It's too early."
The brunette looked at him dejectedly. She clutched his right hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely.
Draco sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his free hand. "Don't be, Hermione," he told her. "I know you're just being a bloody proud Gryffindor."
She released a small chuckle. "I guess I'll be a Gryffindor forever and always," she said.
He gave her a small smirk. "Guess so."
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to you!"
"Make a wish, Felicity!" Hermione encouraged, grinning at the seven-year-old. Felicity closed her eyes for a few minutes. She then opened her eyes and blew her seven candles, earning applause from the other kids.
"Now, go eat!" the brunette happily said, ushering them all to the buffet table.
"I'm going to the loo," Draco told her and walked back inside the house.
Hermione looked back at him, a thoughtful look on her face. Draco had surprised her greatly when he acted like that. He surprised her when he suddenly asked her that question. He seemed… like a different person. She would have loved to talk to him more (about other things now), but then, the kids started to chant 'Blow the candle! Blow the candle!' so she rushed towards them and lit Felicity's birthday cake.
The brunette looked around and then, saw piles and piles of water guns scattered on one corner in the garden. An idea suddenly struck her, her smirk widening impishly.
This would be fun.
Once Draco arrived back to his Aunt Gwyneth's garden, he raised an eyebrow. Hermione was looking at him deviously, her hands behind her back. "What?" he asked, confused and suspicious.
He looked around and saw all the children beside her, their hands, like Hermione's, were behind their backs. Felicity was standing closer to Hermione, looking very Malfoy-ish with that trademark smirk plastered on her face.
Draco narrowed his eyes into thin slits. It was silent… too silent… eerily silent and he had a feeling something would erupt. "Felicity," he said threateningly, eyes trained on his little cousin. His eyes then averted towards the brunette. "Granger, I don't like that look on your face."
Hermione suddenly smirked liked a Malfoy. She looked from one child to another. "Children," she announced. Draco noticed the excitement bubbling in each child. She looked back at the blond and her smirk widened. "Ready!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. All the kids straightened themselves. "Aim!" Draco watched in amusement when they all produced water guns from their back and pointed them towards the blond. "FIRE!"
Before he knew it, Draco was being squirted with water.
"Stop it! Damn it, stop it!" he shouted, trying to block the water from his eyes. "Get away from me! Get away from me!"
All the children were laughing and squealing in delight. But one laughter was the only thing Draco could hear.
"GRANGER!"
"All right, it's time for us to go," Hermione announced after drying every people in the garden (including Draco). "Your parents will come here soon to fetch all of you. Goodbye. I really had so much fun. And Felicity" – the birthday girl looked at her, a wide grin on her face – "happy birthday again."
The little Malfoy rushed towards her and gave her a hug. "Goodbye, Hermione," she said. To the brunette's surprise, all of the children gave her a big hug, making her laugh loudly. At the corner of her eyes, she caught Draco's amused look.
"All right, all right," she said, pulling them gently away from her. "It's time for us to go."
"Bye, Hermione!" they said, waving their hands as the brunette grabbed the blond's arm and pulled him towards his car. Draco pulled his arm away from her, a scowl adorning his handsome face.
"Aww, come on, Draco," she said, opening the car door. She slipped inside and fastened her seatbelt. The blond mimicked her actions and ignited the car into life. "You're seriously not upset with me anymore."
Draco snorted and steered the steering wheel but he didn't say anything.
"Draco," she whined. "That's not fair. We were just having fun back there. No need to have a temper tantrum, Ferret."
"Fun? You call that fun?!" he roared. "Merlin, Granger, you schemed with those bunch of imps. That was very childish of you!"
Hermione opened her mouth and was about to retort something back when suddenly, something dawned to her.
"What?" the blond asked, surprised that she didn't retort something back.
A wide smile suddenly was seen on Hermione's face. "Hey, that was on my list! Number Eleven: I want to be a child again! Ooh, I can't believe I accomplished that one! Thank you so much for bringing me to your cousin's birthday party, Draco."
The blond nodded his head, eyes trained in front. Inside his mind, he was thinking of only one thing.
'Mission Accomplished,' he thought. Draco then made a mental note to treat his annoying (though most favorite) cousin ice cream for helping the brunette accomplish his plan.
A/N: So, end of chapter. Time for your reviews. For your information, I'm still looking for a willing beta reader. I'm going to update PiD on Tuesday or Wednesday, people. Just check your emails… Again, review!