Hermione woke up many days after the Spencer-Draco incident feeling just as angry. She couldn't understand why she let Draco get under her skin to this day. Everything he said about her girlfriend, she felt she should dismiss, but she couldn't.

"Maybe he was right," she muttered to herself, getting out of bed and heading towards the shower. "No, of course not. Spencer and I are amazing together."

After taking a long shower and contemplating Draco's bizarre motives and behavior, she finished getting ready for work and headed into the kitchen. "Morning Gin."

"Morning. How are you feeling today?" she asked, pouring Hermione and herself a mug of hot tea.

"I just can't get stupid Malfoy off of my mind. I can't see why either; he hasn't come by since we fought. Has Blaise said anything?"

"Not a thing," Ginny answered, sipping her drink. "Didn't you tell Malfoy not to come back anyway?"

"I didn't think the arrogant prick would ever actually listen to me. He must be living off of water and bread. Those two never have any food."

"I wouldn't think so. I'm pretty sure Blaise has snuck over some of what you cook whenever he can."

Hermione snorted. "Should have told me so I could sprinkle it with rat poison."

"Well, you can think of more ways of Malfoy murder on the way to work. Let's go."

--

"Blaise! Blaise!" Draco yelled, bursting into the brown haired boy's office. He dropped a thick leather bound book onto his desk and flipped it open to a bookmarked page.

"Are you serious right now?" Blaise said, staring at the page's title—Inducing Dark Magic With Your Voice.

"Dead serious. It says that if you perform this very complicated spell you will be able to control any person you want with your voice. Only those who trust you can be placed under your control."

Blaise stared at him. "Draco, I know that fancying Hermione has completely made you bonkers, but listen to me. Spencer is not using dark magic."

"Why are you on that girl's side? Fine, if you don't believe me, listen to this: The person being put under the spell will only respond to the person who is their true soul mate. Blaise, she only responds to me!"

After this, there was a long pause, which was followed by Blaise bursting into a mirthful laugh. "Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger soul mates? Are you kidding me?! Even you can't really believe that crock."

Draco actually pouted at this. "Blaise, are you on your period today? Why are you being mean and unromantic?"

"Because mate, you want to break these girls up on a very small base of facts. I mean, yes, the whole thing does seem pretty probable but you only saw them together once. Don't you think you should give the whole thing some time? Better yet, why don't you go apologize to Hermione? I think they are catching on to the fact that I steal food for you."

"But-But," Draco muttered. His face had taken on a very childish look. "I like Granger and her food. Me gusta Granger." (I like Granger.)

At this, Blaise couldn't help but squeal and clap. "You used Spanish! Aw, you are serious!"

"Yes, I am serious! I think I lost 2 pounds from lack of nutrients."

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, just go apolo—oh shitter! I hear our master coming! Take this thing and be gone before we get fired!"

Draco scrambled to his feet and grabbed the book, quickly scurrying from Blaise's office and into his own. Even after helping in the defeat of Voldemort, the thing that scared them most was their boss.

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That night, Blaise went over to Ginny and Hermione's flat for his usual everyday visit, leaving Draco alone again. The blond argued with himself for a long time before deciding whether he should go apologize or not. Finally giving in to his own desires, he crossed the small threshold that separated their apartments.

"Hey Weasley," he muttered, as the red head caught sight of him and gave him an odd look.

"Fancy seeing you here Malfoy. Hermione's in her room, and no, Spencer isn't there," she said, giving him a quick smile before walking into the living room.

"Err, thanks," he shrugged, heading towards the brunette's bedroom. He knocked twice and waited for her answer.

"Come on in," her distracted voice said.

When Draco walked in, he saw that Hermione was scribbling away on a piece of parchment. Finally looking up, her eyes darkened at the sight of him. "What do you want?"

"A truce," he answered, staring at the floor.

"Why should I give you that?" Hermione asked, rolling up the letter and attaching it to the leg of a grey owl that belonged to Ginny.

"Well, first off, I'm losing weight because of lack of food. Give me some pity here."

"Ah, there's the Malfoy I know. Not the sap that stares at the floor while asking for truces."

Draco gasped. "You should be so lucky!"

"That you're kissing my ass?" she giggled. "If that is what you consider luck, then I've no interest in seeing what you think unlucky is."

"Oh yes, laugh it up Granger."

"I will, for two reasons my dear Malfoy. You miss me, and I'm getting laid while you are not. If you ask me, I should be laughing it up."

"Lack of ass in my bed is my choice entirely!" Draco said in defense. "I can get any girl I want! And me missing you? Did I not just say I was hungry? I miss your food!"

"You are a horrible liar, did you know?" grinned Hermione. "Say it! Say you miss me or be banished and never again eat my food! That includes what Blaise steals for you!"

"I don't miss you wench!"

Hermione doubled over laughing. "Oh, fighting with you is rich. I will admit, I did miss this nonsensical banter between us."

"Yes, well…feed me woman!" Draco ordered, crossing his arms over his chest. "And while you are at it, do it naked."

"Maybe I didn't miss it that much." With smirks playing on their lips, they both headed to the kitchen.

"Malfoy, is there any possible way you can play nice this weekend? Harry and Ron are coming over. They have a few days off of work and I am making them dinner," Hermione said, watching Draco eat his plate of chicken and mashed potatoes with enthusiasm.

He shrugged. "I don't care. Are they going to play nice?"

"Yes, I've already asked them to in the letter I was just writing in case you and me were on good terms again."

"Who else did you invite?"

"Just Ginny, Blaise, and Spencer…"

"Oh," Draco said, his eye twitching. "You guys will all be paired off except for me."

"Ron and Harry won't be," she said. Draco gave her a look and she laughed. "Okay, yes they will be. I'm hoping they come out already and just admit they are together."

"Honestly," Draco said, mouth full of food. "They are flaming!"

"Oh, shush. It doesn't make them any less great."

"It just makes them that much more gay."

"Oh, yay!" Blaise exclaimed, walking into the kitchen with Ginny. "We're one big happy family again!" He attempted hugging Draco but the blond threatened him with his knife. "You little bitch."

"Everything seems to be back to normal then," Ginny said, rolling her eyes and smiling.

--

The next say was Saturday, so Draco made his way over to Diagon Alley in order to return his book of spells to the Diagon Library. He deposited his book into a cart by the front door where, after being checked for any damage, would float back into its proper location on the shelves.

Draco decided to see if he could find any more books on dark magic and voices, and so, he led himself into the furthest corner of the library. The dark magic books were never kept in the front. He ran his long fingers across the binds of many books, reading the titles and considering them. Finally catching sight of one that snagged his interest, he pulled it out. In doing so, he could see through to the other side, and to his pleasant surprise, he saw two girls kissing. A grin overtook his lips.

This is going to be a good day. He stared for a little while longer, but cursed in his mind. He couldn't see their faces clearly, only two bodies pressed together and the feverish act of grasping each other's breasts. Let me just take a peek around the bookcase.

When Draco finally popped his head around to the other side, his eyes widened in alarm. Sure enough, the one now pushing a blonde girl up against the bookcase was Spencer. Narrowing his eyes, he emerged completely on her side and coughed loudly.

The other girl broke the kiss and blushed furiously. "I'll see you later Spence," she muttered, while straightening out her shirt and walking away quickly.

"Spence? That's a cute pet name. Does Granger call you that too?" Draco asked.

She smirked, breathing heavily from her interaction with the blonde. Running a hand through her hair, she said, "Come now, you've never done a few side projects while with another girl?

"Yes, I've had my share. The only difference is you're having these 'side projects' while with Granger and that doesn't go down well with me."

"Please, spare me. You don't care about her, but then again, who does?"

"What the fuck are you playing at?" he growled. "Just let her be, or so help me Merlin, I will—"

"What?" Spencer asked, getting close to him. "You're going to tell Hermione that I was off getting some from a pretty little chit? Do you really think she'll take your word over mine? Even if she did Malfoy, one teensy weensy order from my lips and she'll be at my feet again."

"I knew it! You are using dark magic!"

She laughed. "I knew you would. See Malfoy, you and me are alike. We play dirty to get what we want, and play even dirtier to keep it. Hermione is perfect for commitment, so I got her early before somebody else noticed. I'll just keep getting whatever else I want from others until I'm ready to settle. Fool proof."

"Problem is I noticed as well."

"Ah, but my dear boy, is this a challenge?!" Spencer said, grinning. "Now, now, I've mentioned I like to play dirty, didn't I?"

"Lose the dark magic and play like a real man," said Draco, narrowing his eyes. "I'll fight for her heart, especially against a lying bitch like you."

"I wouldn't do this. You could just try being honorable and all that shit and tell her you saw me, you know?"

"No, that makes it easy for you."

Spencer shrugged. "Suit yourself, but I want Hermione. She's quite fond of me you know? Very excited when I asked her to be my girl."

"You aren't a threat to me. I'll keep this encounter to myself, but worry not. Granger will forget all about you."

Shaking her head, Spencer said, "Quick little tip: maybe switching to her first name will be a tad more romantic." She rolled her eyes, and walked away mumbling. "Stupid chap."

Well, this definitely was not on the terms I imagined myself perhaps wooing Granger. I mean, Hermione. Oh fuck, whatever. I will not go down. If anything, this just gave me more of an incentive to go after her. This will be my dirty little secret with Spencer.

Dammit, if I knew her last name I wouldn't have to call her that!

I wish I could just call her Hooker. "This is Hooker, and she works at the Hooker Hut."

Fuck, didn't I say I had to stop talking to myself?

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Author's Note: :shifty eyes: I'm sorry!! I know I haven't been doing my job. I just went through MAJOR writer's block, and am recently slightly breaking through. I know it's been a year since I updated (literally, August 13th, 2007), but trust me the months that came after August '07 were not fun-filled; I was having a lot of difficult times and writing became very difficult. I went through some crappy things, but I'm back. I can't guarantee my updating will be often, but I swear I will try. In less than 2 weeks, I move into my dorm and soon thereafter start my freshman year of college, so I'll be busy. Thank you for not giving up on me! I have not one second forgotten this story or any of you. As always, thanks for reading, and hopefully enjoying and reviewing!