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Chapter Two: Hostile hospitality

"Come along now." Jean waved Hermione and Draco to follow her away from the market and to the car park. Hermione's head span round.

What the hell! Why is Draco Malfoy coming to my house? We have to move! He's going to learn where we live! We are definitely moving!

Hermione paused as she opened the front passenger door and saw Malfoy staring at it uncertainly.

"Malfoy, this is a car." Hermione said smugly-for once knowing more about her environment than him.

"A car?" He repeated unsure.

"Yes, a car, it's how Muggles get around." She smiled as she slid in the front seat.

"Hermione!" Jean scolded climbing in the driver's side after putting the bags in the boot, "Help the poor boy out, he obviously hasn't a clue, you're supposed to be friends!"

"Sorry mum." She climbed back out and motioned to the seat, "Get in."

"What?" Malfoy looked at her.

"Come on Malfoy, use the brain you're supposed to have and climb in the car." She couldn't resist the dig.

"Fine." He nodded and climbed in.

"Don't forget your belt." She shut his door and climbed in the back.

"Belt?"

"Yes, the belt." She sighed and pulled at his until he grabbed it, "Cross it over you and fasten the buckle in the holder." Hermione explained as she did the same.

"Okay." He copied after watching her.

"There you go; maybe you do have a brain." She smirked.

"Funny Granger." He scowled.

"Ready?" Jean asked putting her bag down which she had been sorting through while this exchange happened.

"Yep." Hermione smiled.

"Draco?"

"Okay." He smiled too.

"Okay then." Jean started the car and drove off.

It was a silent drive until they reached the Granger household.

"We're here Malfoy." Hermione stated as Jean climbed out and went to retrieve the bags from the boot.

"This is your house?" He said sceptically, "It's small."

"Yes, well, we can't all live in big fancy mansions Malfoy." She told him and got out.

"Uh, Granger?"

"Yes."

"How do I get out?" He asked.

"For goodness sake." She said under her breath, "Click the button." She watched him press it and the buckle was released, "There you go." She laughed as he climbed out.

"Stupid Muggle machine." He muttered.

"Only because you don't know how to use it." She rolled her eyes, striding to the house with him following.

"Whatever Granger." He said as he stood at the front door.

"Shoes off."

"What?"

"Shoes off." Hermione sighed as she took hers off and put them on the rack.

"Why?"

"So you don't tread dirt in the house."

"Okay…" He heeled off his shoes.

"Thank you." She huffed and walked off while Malfoy stood awkwardly in the entrance.

"Are you okay there?" A man walked down the stairs.

"Um…"

"Oh, Peter, this is Draco Malfoy, from Hermione's school." Jean smiled as she walked in and shut the door.

"Draco Malfoy? I don't remember Hermione mentioning you." He said offering his hand.

"It seems so." Malfoy shook his hand.

"I'm Peter Granger, it's nice to meet you…Hermione?"

"Yes dad." She emerged from the door at the end of the short hallway.

"You never told us about Draco."

"Um…" She hedged.

"It's nice to see one of Hermione's friends on our turf; do you live around here too?"

"No, I live in the Wizard World."

"Really?" Her dad's eyebrows shot up, "What brings you into these woods then?"

"The market, a friend of mine, Blaise, once brought some sweets to school from here and they are really good so I came to get some."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I just happened to bump into Granger today."

"Literally." She muttered.

"Granger?" Peter frowned confused.

"Yeah dad, at Hogwarts we call each other by our last names." Hermione explained.

"Um…" He nodded slowly.

"Yeah."

"Interesting."

"Yeah, just that." Hermione mentally rolled her eyes, "Mum, I think the meats overdone." She said wanting to get Malfoy alone for two seconds.

"Oh gosh! Excuse me." She rushed off through the door at the end where Hermione had come out of before-the kitchen-Malfoy noted.

"I'll help your mother while you give Draco a tour." Peter smiled and walked away.

"Fine." She sighed, "Malfoy." She held out her hand.

"Yes?"

"Wand." She stated simply and he stared at her in outrage.

"Excuse me?"

"Your wand, do you think I'm going to risk having you in the house with a wand? I'm not risking it, now, wand."

"No way."

"Malfoy, give me your damn wand."

"Not bloody likely."

"Fine, but if I see it or you use it, I promise I will kill you." She gave up on the argument knowing if they fought she would be the one scolded for it.

"Sure."

"You will not use it." She hissed before stomping upstairs, "You coming?"

"Huh?"

"The tour." She rolled her eyes.

"Okay." He followed her.

"Bathroom, off limits." She pointed to one room then two others.

"What's in the off limits?"

"None of your business." She huffed before walking downstairs again.

"Okay…" He followed her.

"Front room." She opened the door and walked through, "Dining room, kitchen." She stood in the middle of the front room and pointed to the area with the table and the part of the kitchen that could be seen.

"Right, now off limits?"

"Off limits meaning you won't know." She sighed and sat on the couch.

"So this is you?" He pointed to the pictures dotted around.

"Yeah." She shrugged.

"What's this?" He asked looking at the television.

"The television, like the one from Muggle studies."

"Never took that class."

"Of course." She rolled her eyes.

"So, Draco, what do your parents do?" Peter asked sitting in the chair.

"My father was on the board of governors at Hogwarts but he also had Malfoy enterprises while my mother is a housewife." I was puzzled by his past tense use but didn't question it in case it was sensitive.

"Really? What kind of things does Malfoy enterprises do?"

"Various Magical aspects, very wide spread." He smiled proudly.

"Wow! He sounds busy."

"Oh, he is but he always makes time for his family."

"I bet he does." Mr Granger nodded and Hermione scoffed, everyone knew Lucius Malfoy was a snob too busy for anyone but himself.

"What do you do Mr Granger?"

"Oh, Jean and I are dentists."

"Dentists?"

"Yes, we tend to people's teeth."

"I don't believe we have those in the Wizarding World."

"No, we have Magic." Hermione muttered.

"Oh, Draco, sit down on the couch." Jean said on seeing him still stood near the television.

"I won't bite." Hermione said snidely.

"You sure?" He chuckled and sat down.

"No promises." She bantered and her parents shared a look.

"So, what subjects do you study at Hogwarts Draco?" Jean asked sitting on the arm of her husband's chair.

"Um…I've studied everything except Muggle studies." Big surprise Hermione thought, "But I plan on doing so this year."

"What?" Hermione gaped.

"I thought because it's the only class I don't know about I should try it, so I'm applying for a time turner." Unknown to the majority of Hogwarts, especially talented students; such as, Hermione and Draco, time turners were made available to help them achieve to their full potential.

"Really?"

"Yes, I take the others anyway."

"So this year you'll be in Hermione's classes?" Jean asked.

"I suppose." He shrugged.

"We're not always." Hermione added.

"Yeah, some subjects are so sort after they have different classes for each House."

"I can only hope." She smiled.

"Dinner's ready, Peter come help me please." Jean nodded.

"Sure." And they left Hermione and Draco alone again.

"You're taking Muggle studies!" Hermione laughed.

"Yeah, so?"

"The great Draco Malfoy, Pureblood enthusiast, is taking Muggle studies!"

"Grow up Granger." He frowned.

"Ow!" She clutched her stomach-all the laughing was starting to hurt.

"I guess you're taking all the classes."

"Of course." She smiled.

"Funny though, I've never seen you apply for a time turner?"

"Yeah…" She chewed her lip-no way was he going to know why, she still had her time turner from third year, "Funny."

"Are you hiding something?" He teased her.

"Nope." She jumped off the couch and walked into the dining room area as her parents brought the plates out.

They sat silently eating for a while before Jean spoke up.

"So Draco, where are your parents? I presume they weren't at the market today."

"No, they are away."

"Really?"

"Yes, they went to Dubai."

"Wow! How come you didn't join them?"

"Oh…well, I decided to stay behind, we go most years so it's nothing new." He smiled.

"So what's your house like?"

"Quite big, not as…cosy as yours but its home."

"Sounds grand."

"It is."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"No, it's just me."

"Oh, you must be so lonely in the house alone."

"My friends visit sometimes and I have the house elves."

"House elves?"

"Slaves." Hermione spat.

"They're not slaves, they chose their life and we employ them."

"Ha."

"Now, Hermione, don't presume anything." He chuckled, "We're not all cruel owners."

"Whatever Malfoy." She muttered as her parents shared another glance at each other.

"This is delicious Mrs Granger, truly." Malfoy switched subjects as the atmosphere grew tense.

"Oh, thank you dear." Jean smiled.

"Honestly, it's one of the best meals I've ever had."

"Stop, really, its fine."

"These Yorkshire puddings are absolutely exquisite."

"Well, Hermione made the batter."

"Really?" He turned to her.

"Yes, I can cook." She said stiffly-wish I'd spat in it now.

"I wouldn't doubt that."

"Huh." She looked at him confused-Did Draco Malfoy just give me a compliment?

"I'll get the pudding." Jean walked out and back with a Battenberg cake.

"When did you get that mum?" Hermione asked as the plates were cleared.

"While you and Draco were talking privately."

"Oh." She sighed.

"Draco have you ever had Battenberg?"

"No, I don't believe I have."

"See, your lot miss out." Hermione smiled smugly and took a piece. She peeled off the marzipan outside and ate the cake first then went back to the marzipan.

"How come you peel the marzipan off?" He asked as he helped himself to a piece.

"Because it's the best part and you save the best for last." She shrugged.

"Okay…" He sighed and copied her, "You're right; the marzipan is the best bit."

"Told you, they don't call me bright for nothing." She laughed as the plates were cleared away again.

"Come on Peter, drying time." Jean smiled and walked into the kitchen.

"Yes dear." He followed her. Hermione smiled, her parents were in love, unlike so many, and she often counted her many blessings for that. Then she remembered who was across from her and stood up.

"Malfoy." She gestured harshly for him to follow her.

"Yes." He smirked as they stood in the hall.

"Not so loud." She hissed shutting the front room door.

"What is it?" He whispered back.

"You've had dinner now shoo." She crossed her arms.

"Hostile much Granger?"

"Just go." She frowned.

"Hermione?" Jean called from the kitchen, "Draco?"

"Go." Hermione stressed.

"I am bloody hell Granger, calm down."

"Not until you leave my house and we forget this ever happened."

"Why?"

"Obvious reasons." She rolled her eyes, "Just go before she finds us."

"There you are!" Jean sighed as she walked in the hall.

"Yes, Malfoy's got to go. He has a home to get to." Hermione explained.

"Now, now, Hermione." Her mum chided her, "I hate to think of you on your own in that big house Draco." Jean frowned.

"He's fine mum, I'm sure he's old enough to stay by himself."

"Now Hermione." Her mum sighed, "Draco, will you be okay on your own?" She asked him.

"Yes." He nodded catching Hermione's eye as she glared at him to go.

"Oh…you could stay here for the night?" Jean's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Mum!" Hermione gasped-there was being overly hospitable, then there was the line that you don't cross, clearly she had.

"How about it Draco, why don't you spend the night here?"

"I couldn't intrude like that." Draco shook his head in disbelief-this was coming from the mother of the girl who hated him.

"Not intrude dear, please, stay the night, give an old woman a piece of mind."

"I couldn't." He insisted.

"It would mean a lot to me." Jean smiled, "Please, I don't want you all alone, it's not right."

"It's fine, honestly."

"Nonsense, you will stay." She smiled, "Please Draco, its one night, put my mind at rest."

"Then I accept Mrs Granger." He gave in.

"Great, you'll stay the night." Jean clapped her hands together, "Thank you Draco."

"No, thank you."

"You're kidding me, right?" Hermione's face drained for the second time that day.