Long time no see, huh? Well – I'M BACK!

NOW ONWARDS – TO INFINITY AND BEYOONNNNDDDDD!

Draco's P.O.V

Dinner is an extremely quiet affair. We're all sitting around the large table – each at our respective ends, obviously. All I can hear is the scraping of cutlery, the weasel's slobbering over his enormous amount of food, and Luna's distanced humming. I scrunch up my nose at the… goop on my plate.

Apparently it's meatloaf and mashed potatoes.

Let me simply say that if I were Blaise I would not be letting Weasley anywhere near the damn kitchen. THAT'S WHAT HOUSE ELVES ARE FOR, DAMMIT!

I sniff disgustedly. I don't think it helps that the scent of lavender is still lingering. Everywhere.

Despite the fact that it's been a whole day since the whole lavender event.

Personally I think that Potter specifically used lavender scented cleaning charms simply to spite us.

I'd blame the Weasel's too, but they seemed to have trouble with the concept of getting a spell right. All they managed was to multiply the lavender flakes by… like… A MILLION!

I huff again, still poking at the mush on my plate.

"TINKY!"

Everyone starts at my outburst and stares at me oddly.

I sit and wait for the crack.

The sound not the… never mind.

Strangely I'm not hearing anything… WHY IS THERE NO CRACKING SOUND!

"TIIINNNKKKKYYYYY! SAVE ME!"

"Honestly Draco, what is Tinky and why are you screaming for it!"

I sink back into my chair.

I think the everlasting scent of lavender and no edible substance is making me insane.

I pout, "I want Tinky."

"What is Tinky?"

I glance at her, "my house elf – OBVIOUSLY!"

Hermione blinks – "your house elf?"

I smile, "Yup! Raised it myself – I even named it!"

There's a collective snort from around the table.

I'm offended! What do they think they're snorting at?

"You named your house elf… Tinky."

Argh – the disdain, it's killing me!

"That's his short name. His whole name is Tinky-Winky!"

I grin proudly, remembering the day I named my house elf.

My statement is met with gales of laughter.

I sniff and stand up suddenly.

"The only reason I want him here is so that I don't starve to death!"

Then I storm out.

What can I say… that lavender…

Hermione's P.O.V

I watch as Draco storms out.

Well… everyone watches Draco storm out.

There's not really much other entertainment at this dinner.

Still… Tinky-Winky? I snigger.

We all keep watching the vacated doorway.

"Well… someone's grumpy."

Blaise sniggers.

I think about it… you know what? Not even just someone is grumpy! I'd say that on top of both someone and Draco, I'm pretty damn grumpy too!

I mean, offence to Ginny's cooking, she obviously hasn't picked up the wonderful skills her mother has. This is bloody inedible!

The silence is grating on my nerves too – how am I supposed to eat when all I can hear is the scraping of cutlery and various males slobbering over this overcooked dog food!

But you know what the worst part is… THE LAVENDER!

It just doesn't know when to let go!

Not only is the scent of it in the air, it is embedded in the wooden floors, the bathroom, my favorite couch, all the towels in the house (don't even ask me how it got to all the other towels, there are several bathrooms in this house and as far as I know, I ONLY FLOODED ONE!) and IT'S IN MY HAIR!

Suddenly I can no longer stand it.

I push my chair back suddenly and the sound of it scraping against the floorboards breaks the once again heavy silence. Standing I make my way to the door and storm out angrily.

As I'm leaving I hear someone muttering at the table.

"I wonder what got in their hair."

I growl.

"LAVENDER!"