Thank you so much for 19the reviews! Hopefully I can reach 25 before chapter 5 (: Sorry for a short chap today, I removed something from the beginning because I didn't like it much. Enjoy!

I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kind of boring
Need something that i can confess

Chapter four

Hermione slid her knife across a piece of golden toast, spreading Nutella. Matt and Harlow were seated across from her. She looked up briefly when Draco entered.

"So what's the plan for today?" Hermione asked Harlow.

"Well Matt's having Felicity over for dinner," she answered, pushing food around her plate. "And the goods needed for the third tasting room won't be here until tomorrow. I figured we could go to the lake before the dinner tonight."

"Who's Felicity?" Draco questioned Matt with a smirk.

Matt blushed a little. "Felicity Moses. She's on the H.B.C. committee, that's how we met. We're, eh, kinda together."

Harlow scoffed. "More like married. One day they probably will be!"

"That's sweet," Hermione defended Matt.

"Don't be upset you can't get a guy for yourself Harlow," Matt jabbed at his sister.

"I can get any guy at North Martin," Harlow stretched back in her chair. Draco watched as her sea green tee shirt rose above her khaki shorts, showing her tan hips.

"But you wouldn't know what the helll to do if you did!" Matt said quickly, laughing.

"Oh shuttup." Harlow punched her brother's arm. "Do you two have the pleasure of siblings?" Matt asked Draco and Hermione after dodging his sister's blow with a grin.

"Only child." Hermione said.

"Same," Draco said, munching on a strip of bacon.

"Boyfriend or girlfriend?" Harlow tilted her head slightly, her eyes flashing with wicked curiosity.

Hermione stared at her hands in her lap. "Um, not really."

Beside her, Draco choked on his orange juice after she replied, his thoughts on the ginger weasel.

Susan Lafayette walked over to the dining table. "What are you kids going to do today?" She bent down and picked up a black and white cat off the floor.

Draco flinched and jumped out of his chair. "Get that bloody thing out of here!"

"Dixie?" Matt's eyebrows contracted. "What do ya have against her?"

"That's my mum you're talking about, boy!" Mrs. Lafayette held the cat tightly.

"Your what?" Hermione's fork dropped from her hand and it rattled on her plate.

Susan sighed. "This is my mother Dixie. She was convicted of crimes in April and was sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban, many years ago. But my wedding was that same year in September, so Dixie accepted a new sentence— she morphed into a cat for the last time as an Animagus, and was permanently changed into one. For the rest of her life she'll be a cat."

Both Hermione and Draco were speechless. A knock at the door broke the silence and everyone turned to look. The newcomer could not be seen from the table.

"Hello? Anyone home?" An amused voice came from the front door.

"Felicity!" Matt rose from his chair and quickly walked to the foyer. The sound of an embrace and a kiss could be heard.

"Hey Matty," the woman replied, a hint of a smile in her voice.

The pair walked into the kitchen area. "Hello! Are you two the brits?"

Draco shot her a look and Hermione smiled politely. Felicity had blonde hair that fell in waves down her shoulders. Blue eyes peeked from behind her side-swept bangs. "My name is Felicity Moses." She said and shook their hands then returned to her previous pose, leaning against Matt as he rested an arm around her hip.

"Are you hungry Felicity? Can I fix you a drink or something?" Mrs. Lafayette offered, giving Felicity a kiss on both cheeks.

"I'd love something." Felicity responded warmly, smiling. She turned back to the teens at the table. "How about some—"

"I'm home!" Mr. Lafayette's voice came bellowing through the door. He walked into the room, in his hands two paint buckets and multiple brushes. "Who's ready for some manual labor?"

"Is that for, uh, us?" Hermione pointed to the goods cradled in his arms.

"It sure is!" Scott beamed at her and Draco. "You two want to get started now? You'll be done by lunch."

Draco groaned. Harlow laughed as he left with her father and Hermione.

"Just cover as much as you can," Scott Lafayette told the pair when the three reached the bare tasting room. "You can finish what you need to after lunch." He clapped his hands, gave them each a wide grin, then turned and left.

Draco pulled out his wand and directed it to the paint brush. Nothing happened. "Bloody hell," he growled, trying again to levitate the brush.

"Oh just let me do it." Hermione said through gritted teeth. "You're probably just not focusing enough." She authoritatively drew her wand and pointed it to the brush. "Wingardium Leviosa!" The brush did not budge. Hermione let out a frustrating cry. "We'll just have to—"

"Don't say it!" Draco yelled, startling Hermione.

"—do it the non-magic way!" She finished her reply and glared at him. "Don't be a prat, Malfoy." Hermione sat down next to the paint bucket and tried to wiggle the lid off.

Draco watched Hermione struggle. "Need help, Granger?" He sneered, a hint of challenge in his voice.

"No, I can do it just fine." Hermione replied, and on the last word tried to yank off the top.

Draco shrugged and picked up the other paint can, and after minimal effort, pealed the lid off. Hermione tried not to react to Draco's success, knowing he was watching her. She once again curled her fingers around the lip of the can, gently working off the lid. With a final tug, the lid popped off. Hermione turned to Draco with smug look, but he was facing his wall, already dipping his brush in sage paint.

"Finally," Draco sighed. He looked around the newly painted room. The walls, the window panes, and the door panels were a handsome, light shade of sage.

"Merlin's beard, that took long enough." Hermione wiped her brown with the back of her hand. She smudged a little paint on her forehead. Draco wasted no time pointing it out.

"You got paint on your forehead." Hermione frowned at Draco and checked her reflection in the shiny paint can lid.

Draco let his paint brush slip from his hands to the floor and went to the door. "I can't wait to—" he stopped.

Hermione scratched at the thin line of green above her left eyebrow. "What?"

"I can't get the door open!" Draco said, pulling at the doorknob. "I think it's painted shut!"

"What do you mean?" Hermione had a worried edge in her voice. She pushed Draco aside and pointed her wand at the doorknob. "Alohomora."

Nothing.

"It's like British magic doesn't work here!" Draco moaned.

"Of course it does. The door is just stuck shut because the paint dried. I'm thinking of a solution." Hermione scolded Draco and tapped her wand against her thigh.

"You painted the door didn't you? So it's your fault it is stuck!" Draco stomped over to the window.

"Well I painted the windows—" Hermione heard him try to open it "—oh no. They're stuck too. We're stuck in here!"

Every good dramione has the pair trapped somewhere. Review? (: