Disclaimer: Hello, hello, I am J.K. Rowling, that's why I'm writing stories that won't get me a single cent or Euro or whatever, cuz I feel like it. Pfft! Yeah right! I'm not Miss Rowling nor planning on being her any time soon so guess what? NOT MINE!

A/N: No, I have not forgotten about this story, question is, have you?

Chapter Twelve

"Goyle, she's not in the fridge!" Blaise yelled in annoyance as the plump male stuck his head in the refrigerator in search for some tasty treats that would water his mouth and satisfy his seemingly always hungry stomach.

Crabbe raised his head from behind the couch, "Fridge? KITCHEN!" he quickly got up and made a beeline for the kitchen.

"You have got to be kidding me! You're not such fat arses that you'll-" next thing Blaise knew, both males were looking up at him with left over chicken in their mouths. Blaise stared blankly at them, mouth open in disbelief. "I rest my case."

"She's not in the bedroom!" McAdam's yelled as he came into the living room.

Blaise took in heaps of air in mock gasp, "NO!" he said, letting the air out of his lungs, eyes widening in mock shock. "It's almost as if... almost as if-" he purposely faltered, "As if I didn't know this FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO!" Blaise yelled in anger and picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at him.

The pillow flew across the room hitting McAdam's square in the face, "HEY!" he yelled out.

"Shut up and be thankful that wasn't a spell!" Blaise yelled back. "She's NOT HERE!" he yelled at the Death Eater's that scurried past him and around the flat seeking the girl he so spoke of in every nook and cranny of the apartment. "So STOP LOOKING! Just because you search one spot a thousand times doesn't mean she will appear!"

"We should try-"

"Stuff it Aleck! I make the plans when Draco's not around, ME NOT YOU!" Blaise said, stopping him from finishing his sentence.

Aleck tried again, "But it could be-"

"DON'T THINK SO!" Blaise interjected.

"But-"

"SHUP UP! GIVE UP! QUIT IT!" Blaise fumed.

"What now then?" Vick asked.

"Go fucking home and get braincells," he said in disgust over their stupidity. He never realized how dense they were until now. "I'll speak to Draco and see where we go from here."

"I thought you said that you made the plans, doesn't seem like one to me." Aleck smirked.

"Stuff your smart arse mouth, if I say it's a plan, it's a plan so shut up."

"Whatever you bloody pain in the butt." Aleck mumbled as he made his way out the door.

"What was that?" Blaise asked him, eyebrow raised.

"Me? What? I didn't say anything." Aleck said quickly as he practically ran out the door.

"Yeah! You better run!" Blaise yelled at Alec's dissipating figure as he chased him out the door.

"So what do we do now?" McAdam asked as they all stood dumbly.

"Eat chicken." Vick shrugged as he took a piece of chicken from Goyle.

"Mine." Goyle glared as he held the plate closer to him.

l•l•l•l

"What do you mean I can't go home Malfoy?" Hermione screamed.

"Um..." Draco nervously ran a hand through his hair.

She raised an eyebrow,"Well?"

"They're sort of, there... now."

"WHAT!"

He covered his ears, trying to make the beeping sound go away over her obnoxiously loud shriek. "Bloody hell, don't yell!"

"Are you trying to tell me that Death Eaters are at my house right now?" she asked in a rush.

"Is that what I said?" he spoke, with an edge in his voice.

"Yes!"

"Then why in Merlin's name are you asking me if I just said that!"

"Well if that's the case then what are you doing here, get them out!" she ordered.

"Oh, well excuse me for trying to save your life!" the words were out before he could stop them. He didn't want her to emphasize 'save your life' and make it a bigger deal than it was but as silence enveloped them he could tell that to her, it was a big deal.

Hermione, at lost for words just stared at Malfoy. Draco Malfoy trying to save her life? Her, part of the golden trio. Her, know-it-all-Granger. Her, muggleborn. Saved? By the hands of the muggle-loathing, pureblood now Lord, Draco Malfoy? It was absurd. Surely this was just a nightmare.

"... Did you just say you-" she trailed off.

He stared at her. His expression, emotionless. "What?" he said, lips barely moving, face still as stone, eyes cold as ice.

"Saved my life?" Hermione respond, voice barely above a whisper.

"Maybe I did."

"But why-"

"Merlin!" he yelled exasperated, "Can't you just be grateful! I saved your life, SO WHAT?"

"Oh you know what!"

"No I do not know what but I have the feeling you're going to tell me." Draco bit out.

"Draco Malfoy, oh I'm sorry, Lord Draco Malfoy, Mr. Pureblood himself saves muggleborn enemy from the hands of his own followers. It makes no sense."

"Ever thought that maybe I'm just nice?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Want to re-think that statement?"

"I am nice!" he defended and received a snort from Hermione. "When I want to be, yes."

"Sure Malfoy." the sarcasm in her voice was undeniable.

"I don't have to explain myself to you, I am Lord, after all." he said with superiority.

Hermione crossed her arms, "Lord of the brainless that's for sure."

"Well I'm going to get my brainless followers out of your flat so you can leave me the bloody hell alone."

"Well wouldn't that just be wonderful." she glared.

"You go nowhere, understood?"

"Yes Lord." she mocked, sticking her tongue out as he dissaperated.

A/N: AHHHH! Sorry, that was me being disappointed in myself and letting out my frustration. I think the Dramione scene was crappy, bare with me as I try to reconnect with my muse. Apologies for the long wait, had lost my muse for quite a while.