A/N: Hey guys, here is the next chapter! I have written a lot more recently so hopefully updates will be swift and the rest of the story will be up soon! I hope you enjoy this new chapter and yeah, that's about it.
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Eventually, Daphne sighed, breaking the icy silence. "Well. To be honest I'm not sure what I expected. I mean, Draco is a Malfoy. Overreacting and storming out dramatically is like, his thing." She shook her head, chuckling slightly.
Blaise turned to look at Hermione. "Don't worry about it. He'll come around. From the way he was acting after, at the bench, it must have been one hell of a kiss."
I can agree with that, thought Hermione, before frowning angrily. No, it wasn't. Malfoy was an arrogant, conceited prick, and she most certainly had not enjoyed kissing him.
Blaise raised an eyebrow at her silence, and he and Daphne shared a look, which went unnoticed by the Gryffindor, who was too lost in her own thoughts.
"Well, I vote we carry on here, and then go back to the hotel. He'll have cooled off by then." Blaise offered, suddenly jolting the trolley forward and causing Daphne to shriek loudly from where she was sitting inside it. He laughed out loud, and ran off towards the window, beckoning for Hermione to follow him.
She shook her head, chuckling, before breaking into small jog to catch up with them. As they reach the counter, she pulls out the video camera, and records the hilarious interaction the two Slytherins have with the counter staff.
"Hermione, what do you want?" Blaise shouted, turning to look at her.
"Uhhh… Can I get a Bacon Cheddar McChicken with small fries? Oh, and a small coke zero."
The look on Blaise's face was one of pure shock and amazement.
"What?" Hermione asked, confused. Did she say something wrong? Did Slytherins not eat chicken? Was coke zero banned?
"Daphne did you hear that?" Blaise muttered to the blonde. "Huh?" she asked, looking around at him, and the same look of shock came over her features when he repeated Hermione's menu choice.
"What?!" Hermione repeated, confused and now slightly angry. "I don't understand!"
"It's just…" Daphne trailed off. "That's exactly what Draco eats. Exactly."
Hermione felt a shiver run down her spine at the mention of his name. And here she was, thinking they were polar opposites. Every hour it seemed, she would learn something new that turned what she thought she knew upside down.
"Well, let's get him some then." She replied eventually, trying to pass it off as nothing, but she and the two Slytherin's all knew it was more than that.
Then Hermione remembered that she had the video camera on. She closed it with a loud snap, causing Daphne to jump.
"I'll wait for you guys inside." Hermione said, adding a smile as an attempt to seem less rattled. It didn't work.
She walked across the car park towards the door to the establishment, her head a whirlwind of unwanted thoughts. Why was she reacting in such an in sanely unreasonable manner? This was utterly ridiculous! Draco Malfoy! Who on earth did he think he was?
She shook her head vigorously, as if trying to sake all thoughts of him from her brain, and pushed open the door. Hermione was so lost in her speculations that she whacked it straight into an old lady, who was bending over to put her tray back into the holder.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" Hermione gasped, rushing over to help her up from the ground. "I feel so awful, my attention was so elsewhere I didn't even see you!"
The lady smiled up at her with a twinkle in her eye. "A young lad?"
"A young lad, that's what's on your mind, isn't it. You can tell you know. Your cheeks are all flushed and you can see it in your eyes."
Hermione opened how mouth to tell the lady how ridiculous she was being, but no sound came out.
The old lady chuckled, and Hermione held out a hand to help her up from the floor.
"I've seen it before and no doubt I'll see it again. You youngsters think we old people know nothing, but we were young once. See that fellow, sat over there?" she asked Hermione, pointing to where a little way away, an old man sat by himself at a table. "That's my husband. Sixty years, we've been together. So don't you go telling me I don't know a thing about love."
"I… I wasn't going to." Hermione said uncertainly.
"Well then, that's a first. Now come on over here and sit yourself down. You look like you need some caffeine and a pair of ears. No, no arguing, off we go."
Despite her protests, Hermione found herself being herded towards the table where the old lady's husband sat. She was sat down, given a cup of coffee and found herself pouring her heart out before she even knew what was going on.
"And the thing is, I know I shouldn't like him, and I don't like him, because he's so infuriating and dreadful, but I can't help but wonder…" she trailed off as she saw Blaise and Daphne enter, looking for her.
"Wonder what, sweetie?" asked the woman, and Hermione realised that she didn't even know her name.
"Gryffindor! There you are! Oh, you found a couple for the video! Good thinking!"
She had forgotten all about the scavenger hunt, she realised as they made their way towards her, arms laden with food. Draco fucking Malfoy. Why did he have this, this effect on her that made her forget entirely about everything in the most annoying and frustrating way possible?
Snap out of it, she told herself.
The old woman raised an eyebrow at the latest arrivals. "This him then?"
"Who? Oh, no. No. This is Blaise, he's just a friend."
Daphne plonked herself down next to Hermione and smiled at the old couple. "Hi there! I'm Daphne! I suppose Hermione is talking to you about the video we have to do for the scavenger hunt?"
A look of surprise went across the old ladies features, but she smiled brightly back at Daphne, and went right along with it. Hermione felt a ripple of relief run down her spine. She knew she had said too much, and let her… something run away with her. She wouldn't say heart. Because there was no atom whatsoever in her heart that felt anything but hatred for Draco Malfoy.
"Oh yes, she was just about to film us. Tell me again dear, what was the question?" she asked, winking inconspicuously at Hermione.
"Could you please tell us the story of how you two met?" she said gratefully, opening the catch on the video camera and pressing the record button.
"Well, it goes something like this. We both went to the same boarding school, but were in separate houses, and had friends who despised each other. Then one night, on a prank gone wrong, one of his group managed to knock me unconscious with a plank meant for my then boyfriend. I was there completely by chance and was only in a nightie and hair curlers."
Her husband chuckled as he interjected. "I went over to see if she was alright, and the first thing she does as she comes round is punch me straight in the nose. Safe to say we both had to go to the infirmary."
"You stayed with me all night, even after they sorted out your nose."
"You never apologised for that, you know," he smiled at her teasingly, his eyes bright.
"Well, I think I've made up for it, wouldn't you say?" she chuckled, looking up at him.
"Awww, that's so adorable!" Daphne exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Thank you so much!"
Hermione smiled at the couple as she put away the video camera. "Yes, thank you very much. That's nearly everything on the list now."
"That's all right my dears. I'm always ready to help, and always ready to lend an ear." She looked meaningfully at Hermione, who blushed. "And I'd say, just some advice from an old biddy to the younger generation. If it's meant to be, you'll know."
And with that, they were gone, walking faster than any of the three had ever seen an over-eighty year old walk in their lives.
"They were cute! I love old people!" beamed Daphne.
"How much time do we have left?" asked Blaise, handing Hermione her order. She took it gratefully, only now realising how hungry she was; none of them had eaten a thing since breakfast. Before taking a bite, she consulted her watch.
"Crikey, we only have twenty minutes left. We still need a girl's number, a person called Lucy and all of us with flashlights… that last one isn't going to happen so we should do a quick scout for a Lucy. Blaise, I know you don't usually but do you reckon you could get a girl's number?"
He shrugged. "Well, I guess… I haven't tried in a while, so I don't think my game will be up to much."
Daphne laughed. "Well just say it's for the hunt."
They split up and made their way slowly around the restaurant. Hermione had no joy, but Blaise grinned, and gave her a thumbs up, and the shriek of excitement she heard across the room from Daphne told her that a person named Lucy had been located.
She weaved her way in and out of the tables to where Daphne was standing and held out the camera.
"How did you know I found someone?" Daphne asked, confused.
Blaise laughed as he came up behind her. "I think everyone in the whole area knew you found something Daphne."
Hermione chuckled as Daphne took the camera and snapped a picture of her new friend Lucy.
"Thank you!" she smiled at the girl, before glancing at her watch. "Guys we have ten minutes, I think we should probably get going."
The rest of the group nodded, and together the three of them walked out of the fast food restaurant and around the corner to a place where they could apparate. Hermione tucked Draco's food, which she had somehow ended up with, inside her coat to keep it warm.
The next moment they were back in the alleyway next door to the hotel. They walked around the corner and back up the steps to the hotel, where they still had a couple of minutes until the meeting time with McGonagall.
"I'm going to go upstairs and change into something else. I feel… sticky." Hermione said, shrugging when the two Slytherins laughed at her.
"What? It's just too hot!" she laughed, as she climbed into the lift.
"Not quite as hot as you, I'd say, although excuse me if you find that a tad improper." commented a voice behind her, causing Hermione to jump.
She turned to see Jasper leaning against the lift wall, smiling crookedly at her. She smiled back, raising an eyebrow.
"Well that's a nice thing to say. Thank you."
He shrugged, "Just telling the truth. That's the best thing to do, if you're interested in someone."
Hermione felt her heart flutter slightly. "And so, you're… interested?"
"Oh, I would say that I'm extremely interested. You're an interesting girl."
They continued their subtle flirting, and exited the lift together, laughing. As they turned the corner into the corridor, Hermione found herself walking straight into a muscular, grey clad chest for the second time that day.
"Oh I'm sorry, I…" Hermione faltered as she looked up into silver grey eyes. His eyes never failed to mesmerise her, and though she cursed herself internally and willed herself to stop looking, she just couldn't.
She expected as comment, a harsh, Malfoy comment, condescending and biting, but he simply walked away.
Which in it's own way, hurt twice as much.
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