A letter to you

Chapter 7: A Problem at Home

In an apartment near the Weasely's Burrow

Hermione:

Hermione stared out of the window in her new apartment. It was a bit more squeezy than she had hoped for but she would have to make do. As she gazed out of the dull, unclean window, she sighed.

"If only Ronald wasn't such a complete and utter jerk... I would still be enjoying a nice view from the Burrow" she muttered to herself. What made matters worse was that she could not use magic to do her chores as her muggle neighbours might realise that magic existed. After all, it would be hard to explain why the windows, which were caked with dirt and grime, could suddenly become squeaky lean in less than an hour.

"Yes Blaise, I am positive that I left my phone on the couch. Unlike you, I am most certainly not a slob." A crystal-clear voice rang through her apartment. A voice, that Hermione knew all to well. She wished with all her might that it wasn't him but, in all likelihood, it most probably was. After all, only Draco Malfoy could manage to emphasis a word such that it felt like it had been bolded and underlined in a Word document.

"Hurry up Blaise! You're so slow even Weasley's old broomstick could reach the new neighbour's place faster than you. And after we leave, you will be helping me find my phone or... or I will kick you out of this house!" the same snotty voice rang through Hermione's house once more. Hermione would have started laughing and rolling on the floor if not for the fact that she was certain that the walls were a hundred percent not soundproof. She would have bet a million galleons that Draco had been about to say "my father will hear about this" before realising that his father was safely locked away in Azkaban, the wizard prison.

All of a sudden, the sharp sound of the doorbell ringing filled the air. Hermione froze, startled. Then, the realisation hit her. How could she be so dumb? New neighbour... of course she would be the new neighbour that Draco and Blaise would be about to visit. The title "the brightest witch of her age" seemed hilarious to her now since she could not even figure out who Draco and Blaise were visiting.

Seeing no other way out, Hermione stretched and made her way towards the door with a groan. "Just stay calm, try to shoo them out and don't lose your cool." She briefed herself as she made her way towards the door. As she approached her door, Hermione heard the whispered exchange between Draco and Blaise which was enough to make her forget all about her instructions to herself. Flinging the door open, she leaned forward, poked a finger in Draco's chest and hissed, "Don't you dare call muggles pathetic and whatever other nonsense you were saying. Muggles have fought through wars worse than what we went through you, you, you foul loathsome little cockroach! You are a disgrace to the Wizarding Society, and you tarnish the purebloods already terrible reputation! I can't believe you! "

Turning to Blaise, Hermione continued, "And you! How dare you just laugh while Draco makes these awful comments about muggles! Have you no shame?! I can't believe any of you! You are all unbelievable!"

Unable to keep calm, Hermione angrily took a deep breath and continued where she left off. "While I'm at it, keep your volume down! The walls aren't exactly soundproof, and I don't care which one of you lose your phones or who is going to kick out who! There's something called TMI, which in case you two didn't know, stands for too much information which is exactly what I'm hearing! Now, will you two please go away. I have to unpack things and I don't need you two to be here, or in my life for that matter!"

Hermione felt frustrated. No, she felt furious, annoyed... All the words that meant "angry".

And if you know Draco, which she did, you would know that he can take 'angry' to a whole new level. Which, being Draco, is exactly what he did.

Leaning forward, he smirked, his attractive blue eyes sparkling and his gorgeous blond hair catching the dim light in the corrid...  Had she just thought that Draco was attractive? That was wrong on soo many levels. She was getting distracted.

While she had blanked out, Draco had whispered, "We're sorry Mrs Weasley. I'm so happy that you and Mr Weasley have gotten married! Congratulations! Also, we will keep it down from now on... don't wanna wake up the baby, right? I mean technically the baby must have woken up from your screaming, but we will overlook that for today, won't we? Seeing as how you've just moved in and everything. In fact, why not we come in and see Mr Weasley and the extremely quiet baby? Hmmm?"

Hermione growled in anger. She hated every single strand of DNA in Draco's body. How dare he? Everyone in the wizarding world knew (thanks to that infuriating Rita Skeeter) that she and Ronald had broken up and that good-for-nothing little git had started snogging Lavender Brown's face as if the end of the world was approaching. As Rita Skeeter had put it "Alas, Mr and Mrs Weasley might never happen but unlike, Miss Granger, Mr Weasley seems to have a stroke of better luck in finding his match. Lavender Brown, soon to take the place of Miss Granger it seems, and Mr Weasley are clearly besotted..." The article went on and on, even stating some flaws of hers (told by none other than Ronald stinking Weasley) and criticising every aspect of her. She was lucky it hadn't caused her her job as an Auror!

Muttering under her breath, Hermione shoved Draco out of the house and angrily stated, "Stay away from me and my house you pathetic excuse for a pureblood!"