The muggle was waking up. Both wizards stared at each other, not knowing what to do.
"Well," started the blond, "we can always kill him. Turn him into a bone, and bury him in the garden."
Hermione was scandalized. "That is horrible, how can you suggest that." She knew it was a joke, but it was in bad taste.
"Jeez Granger," he smirked, "lighten up a bit. Anyways, what are we going to do with the muggle?"
She was stumped; there was a semiconscious boy in their living room. How would they explain to the kid that they were wizards and they knocked him out. "Give me your wand," she told Draco.
"What, no, why would need my wand?" objected malfoy.
"DAMNIT MALFOY GET ME A WAND"
He quickly strode across the room picked up the wand, and handed to the witch. "there, your wand. Now what?"
Hermione walked over to the sleeping boy, and as he opened his eyes she muttered obliviate. The pizza delivery boy's eyes unfocused and she yelled to Malfoy. "quick help me get him on the couch." Together they lifted the body, and waited. "Go get him some water and when he starts to talk, look worried."
Five minutes later, the boy started to speak."Where…wh…where am I." He looked around, confused. "who areee you?"
Oh thank goodness," Hermione sighed. "Honey, he's awake!"
Malfoy was shocked, "fantastic, we were afraid you died." He quickly handed the boy some water, and wrapped his arm around Hermione. " You should go home, and take a rest, that was quite a fainting spell."
"What happened," asked the boy.
"Well," started Hermione. "you were dropping off the food, and looked a bit woozy. So I told you to sit on the couch, and then you passed out." She could see him start to believe the lies.
A musical sound emanated from the boys pocket. He was confused, and didn't realize that he was receiving a call. Hermione reached over and took the phone from the boy, "Hello, I'm sorry but" she covered the phone with her hand," what's your name" she asked the kid.
"Jake," he answered.
She continued her sentence, "Jake is a bit busy right now," she paused, listening to the man on the line. "Sir, that is quite rude. This boy has just gotten ill on my doorstep; you should show more concern for your employees." She hung up the phone and sat there, flustered. "That man is so rude."
"Did you talk to my boss?" asked the boy. He bent over, face in his hands. "I've got to go. I'm going to be fired." He started to leave. But Hermione called out to him.
"Wait, give us your contact information."
Malfoy looked at her, surprised. "Why would you need to contact him?"
"What if he falls ill again," she stated matter-of-factly. "We'll give you a call later this week to check up on you." He took out a piece of paper and wrote down a ten digit number. He walked out of the apartment.
Malfoy, closed the door. "Well, that was an experience. Wasn't it, honey?"