Lightening illuminated the blackened sky seconds before thunder clapped. I walked faster, the umbrella doing little to shield me from the rains spray. My flat was mere meters away, but upon closer inspection I realized there was a man standing by my door. I pulled my wand from my shirt and walked forward with caution.

"Who are you?" Another thunder clap. The man looked up slowly and stormy grey eyes locked with my own. Malfoy. I pointed my wand at his chest and he didn't retaliate.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?"

"I'm enjoying the weather, Granger. Now put the wand away and invite me in for tea." His cool act was shattered as he sneezed.

"If you try anything funny I'm calling Ron." I warned him. Once he was inside he shed his cloke.

"If I planned to try anything you'd be dead. Never turn your back on your enemy." He shook his wet hair and motioned to himself.

"Do you mind? I can't use magic."

I cast a drying charm on him, "what do you want?" I asked again. He shrugged with a coy smile.

"Tea?"

"I'm not making you any tea."

"Then I'm not telling you what I want." He said indignantly.

"Then get out." I ordered. He thought about it and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Nah."

"I'll call Ron. I'll call him before you can say 'git'." I insisted.

"Git. Yet he's not here." I clenched my fist and put my wand on the counter.

"What do you want?" I nearly shouted. He was already driving me insane and he hadn't been here five minutes.

"I want you to make me some tea. Peppermint if you have it." With a frustrated sigh I stomped off to brew the git a cup of tea. Ron was at Quidditch practice so I would have to sacrifice a teabag to get rid of him. I slammed the cup on the table.

"There's your tea, now speak." He sat at my table and sipped it, taking his precious time.

"So as you know, I'm sentenced to no magic for the next three years." He sipped his tea again.

"Ok..."

"And my father is to be given the kiss in a month." I waited patiently, his eyes were downcast as he spoke, "and since I'm was removed from his will the money, the estate, and the land all go back to the state." He clenched his fists a bit, but his face was the picture of calm.

"What's this all have to do with me?"

"Give us three months, Granger. I won't bother you. We won't say a word about your blood-,"

"Woah! I haven't seen you since you and your family ran away with your tails between your legs! You can't really expect me to give you a place to live. That's absurd!"

"Granger please, I promised my father I'd take care of her."

"And I care about the promise you made to that deranged man because of what? Don't you have a child?" I snapped.

"I do...but I'm giving him up." Damnit. I just had to ask.

"I can't take care of myself, let alone him."

"How old is he?" I asked grudgingly.

"Two." He wasn't looking at me anymore, "I'm only asking for three months." I sighed angrily.

"Fine! I'll give you three months and bring the kid with you, but you'll all have to share the guest room." A genuine smile lit his features and he planted a kiss on both cheeks before he grabbed his cloak and swept out of the house.

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