Disclaimer: Oh Merlin, must I say this again? Yes? Well, Harry Potter is not mine, what'd you expect? J.K. Rowling? Puh-Lease!

NOTE: No relation to Deathly Hallows.

A/N: Going on vaca so this shall be it until I return.

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Chapter Eight

Hermione sat at an outdoor café, she was supposed to meet Ron in an hour but decided to show up early to enjoy the beautiful weather and her latest book.

"Would you like anything madam?" the waiter asked as he refilled her cup.

"Oh, um, I'm waiting for a friend." she responded. The waiter smiled and nodded as he moved onto the next table. Book marking her page she set it on the table to take a sip of coffee when flop! A roll of paper landed on her lap.

Bewildered she looked up in time to see an owl fly away.

"Was that an owl?" the waiter asked warily.

"What? No, it was a pigeon." Hermione covered up quickly.

The waiter stared at her blankly, "Did that pigeon just drop a newspaper on your lap?"

Hermione faked a laugh, "Don't be silly, of course not. A pigeon delivering news? Pfft." she said as she unfolded the paper. The pretend smile fell off her lips as she looked at the headlines, ''Draco Malfoy, The New Lord''. Wide-eyed she quickly skimmed the article.

It couldn't be happening, Draco Malfoy was the new Voldemort?

Excuse Hermione's language when she responded with, "What kinda shit is that!"

"Riveting news?" the waiter asked.

Wide eyes not leaving the paper, she slowly nodded.

Who in their right mind would make Malfoy the new Voldemort? That question was answered once she read the next paragraph, Voldemort himself. "Well that's stupid." On the bright side, Malfoy wasn't that much of threat, well, compared to Voldemort he wasn't. Though, that didn't mean he wasn't capable of some pretty nasty things.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out some money and placed it on the table, grabbing her book, the newspaper, and gulping down the last bit of her coffee Hermione quickly got up and made a beeline to the nearest telephone booth.

Seeing the red color of the famous box, Hermione ran to it.

"Shoot." she muttered once she saw someone was in it.

"She was like, no way, and I was like yeah way, and then she was like well how do you know and I was like, cuz I do and she was all..." Hermione sighed. She knew that this conversation would take a long and absolutely meaningless amount of time.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione tried to spot the next nearest booth. Heading to the one down the block Hermione fixed the items in her arms and opened the door. Closing it, she dialed Ginny's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Gin, it's 'Mione. Have you by any chance seen the Daily Prophet this morning?"

"No, why?"

"Well it has a very interesting article on the front page."

"Something besides the un-important crud they've been printing out?"

"Much more important... and not crud like... well, the person is but that's not the point." Hermione added.

"Um, okay?" Ginny asked, slightly lost. "I'll go take a look at it, it's on the kitchen counter."

"Ooo, the dirtiness of a newspaper dares to be in the kitchen?" Hermione joked.

"Hardy har har." Hermione waited patiently for Ginny to read the paper. "WHAT?"

BANG!

Hermione winced as she pulled the phone away from her ear. "Hello?"

"Oh, sorry, phone slipped." Ginny replied.

"Yeah, I'm now deaf from one ear, thanks." Hermione said sarcastically.

"So what are we going to do?"

"I dunno. Is there anything that we can do?"

"Dunno, maybe you should talk to Ron."

"Much help that's going to be," she sighed "But I'm going to see him in a few anyways so we'll see."

"Okay, I'm going to-"

"Go clean something up?" Hermione filled in.

"Not funny. Bye."

"Talk to you later." Hermione hung up the phone.

Opening the booth door it stopped as it hit an object.

"Oh, I'm sorr-"

"Granger." the all too familiar voice said.

Speak of the devil. "What do you want Malfoy?" she scoffed. He picked up the newspaper that had fallen from her hands onto the pavement.

"Isn't it Lord Malfoy?" he said as he held up the paper.

She snatched it back. "I don't care who you bloody think you are, or what a group of lowlifes think you are, you'll always be a slimy git to me."

"That's Lord Slimy Git to you then."

Hermione gritted her teeth together and breathed in heavily while closing her eyes. "Must you follow me everywhere?"

"What? I simply had to use the phone. Some chic over there is chatting it up like, like, there's no tomorrow... like." he responded.

"You're not funny." Hermione stated.

"Really? I think I'm pretty damn hilarious."

"Like you even know what a phone is."

"Uh, hello?" he rolled his eyes, "You talk to people through it." he said, as if it were obvious.

"As if you've ever used one, amazed you even know what it is with your muggle loathing self."

"Oh yeah? Prove it."

"Simple. You're the new Voldemort. Need I say more?"

"Meaning you should be on you're hands and knees, praising me and hoping I don't Avada your ass."

"Only in your dreams." Hermione said as she walked away from him.

"You know you want me." he called after her.

She snorted, "As IF!"

Draco grinned as he watched her walk away.

A/N: Oh please oh please oh please tell me what you think! ANYTHING! Just not too harsh, take it easy on me will ya? Ooo, what's your favorite line? Or part cuz I have a few and I'm wondering which ones you liked... and if they were the same, hehe :)