Disclaimer: 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: Oh heck yeah! I'm getting back into the swing of things... about bloody freakin time!

Chapter Fifteen

"It's nice to see her smiling again." Ron said fondly as he spoke of his younger sister. Hermione smiled, "Ginny's been sad for so long, it's good to see she's out and about again and not cooped up inside all day on her own accord."

"She's still cleaning like mad though." Hermione grinned as she sipped her tea.

The weather was absolutely wonderful. There was not a cloud in sight, the sun couldn't be brighter and birds could be heard singing. It was the perfect atmosphere for their outdoor brunch. They had been sitting, talking, for the past hour, eating and drinking, enjoying each other's company.

"A little less now, it's some improvement." he shrugged, picking up his coffee.

"I heard you stuck her on the couch for three hours, no cleaning aloud." Hermione grinned.

Ron laughed, "I do what I have to."

"And what's this I hear about you renting movies?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hermione, Blockbuster rocks." he said in wonderment. It was Hermione's turn to laugh, "Seriously, there's like a thousand movies in that place."

"So is that what you've been doing lately? Going to Blockbuster and watching some films?"

"Yes. It's bloody fantastic! Movies are incredible... Which reminds me," he got up "I've got some stuff to return. Catch you later 'Mione." placing a kiss on her cheek, he put some money on the table.

Hermione protested, "Ron, don't worry about the check, I've got it."

"No such thing, mum would kill me if I didn't. Catch you later," he grinned.

Hermione smiled, "Bye." she watched him leave and sighed. Closing her eyes and tilting her head up to the sun, she let the sun's rays touch her face, not without SPF protection of course. Hermione's parents hadn't only taught her how to take good care of her teeth, but also good care of her skin, especially once they found out from all their dermatologist friends about how much harm the sun does. I guess you could say they were over protective, but Hermione just translated it into love... well, now anyways.

Sighing once more contently she tilted her head back down and opened her eyes.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" she gasped, almost falling out of her chair in surprise.

"I'm sorry I'm late... darling." he said loudly, uncomfortably and forced, trying to get all the people looking in their direction to look away. Once every one was concentrated in their own life's he turned back to her and winked, "Missed me?"

"Fuck no!"

"Ooo, naughty, naughty, Granger has a potty mouth."

"Go to hell, Malfoy!"

Draco shrugged, "I'd rather stay here." he said, taking her un-bit piece of toast from her plate.

"That's mine!" Hermione complained.

"Well I'm Lord and the Lord is hungry so you're just going to have to deal."

"What is with you following me everywhere? Every time I go outside I bloody see you!"

"Aren't you lucky," he grinned, as if it was some sort of gift to see him every time she stepped foot outside her house. "Besides, I'm not following you, London's a small city." he said, buttering the toast.

Hermione glared at him, "Not that small." she bit.

"Pure coincidence."

"So Lord of everything evil and muggle loathing just loves to hang around muggle London and hang around muggle cafe's?" she said, stressing out the things he was supposed to hate.

"I do it every week." he nodded contently.

"You sicko, I bet you do it to try to find your next victim." Hermione gave him a dirty look.

"I resent that, I am as innocent as a bunny." he said, every word dripping with sweetness.

"Evil bunny... maybe."

"You curse at me, call me names, this is the thanks I get?" Draco questioned.

"Thanks for what?" Hermione cried in outrage.

He paused buttering his toast to look at her, "For being nice!"

"Nice my ass!"

"Yes, you do have a nice ass." Hermione took what was left of her toast and threw it at him. "Fine. You have a hideous ass." he retracted.

"You prick!"

"What? You didn't like it when I said it was nice!" he defended.

"Prat!" she scorned as she got up to leave.

"They're still after you." he called out as she passed him, stopping her in her tracks.

"What?" she asked warily, turning around.

He bit into the toast. He took his sweet time chewing and swallowing. "I said, they're still after you."

"Who's they?"

"The worthless people that worship my feet."

"I thought I told you-"

"To stop them, I did. But Blaise heard rumors that it's not over until well, you're dead."

"Thanks for being so blatant." Hermione said sarcastically.

"My pleasure." he mock smiled.

"So what am I supposed to do then?" she asked, sitting back down.

"How should I know?" he shrugged.

"You're 'Lord'."

"Oh so now I'm Lord. All those other times it didn't matter that I was Lord but now you need me and I become Lord." he condemned.

Hermione scoffed, "I don't need you."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Sure you don't." he said, looking at the left over contents of a coffee cup and drank.

Hermione crossed her arms and stated blankly, "That was Ron's."

A spitting noise could be heard as Malfoy frowned and spat the coffee back out. "O' gahd I need ant'bacterial mou'wash." he said, refusing to close his mouth or move his tongue.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "You're in your twenties and you act like you're five, lovely."

"I elle be ri'ht bahk." he said getting up and heading towards the direction of the bathrooms.

Hermione yelled at his retreating form, "One word Malfoy, backwash!" and she succeeded in making him run faster. She sat back in her chair and smirked a smirk that would make any Malfoy proud.

Ten minutes later he returned. "Well, those are ten minutes of my life I'll never get back." Hermione stated.

"Like you have anything better to do." Draco scoffed.

"I might if I didn't have death eater's chasing me."

"Are you running and are they behind you? No. Hence, no chase."

"Is there anything else you'd like to correct me on?" she asked, irritated.

"Yes, you're outfit. What the fuck is up with that sweater! Seriously, did you're grandma leave it for you or what?"

"Excuse you!"

"You asked for it!" he said in defense.

Hermione glared, "Is there anything else you'd like to add?" she said with an edge.

"Not in particularly, no." he said lightly.

"Great!" Hermione snapped as she got up and left.

Question: If you had the chance, how would you torture Bella?

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A/N: I loved the backwash part, didn't you? Just say yes or no in the reviews *nods* all you have to do is write yes or... yes, lol, it's not difficult XD