Just a random idea I got that I had to write about (: Note: Dumbledore didn't die… uh Draco killed…. Snape. Instead. Because I don't like him. XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! )':
Hermione sighed as she paced the worn floor of the Weasleys guest room. She had so much to think about - so much on her mind, like the fact that she was about to live with the Malfoys for the whole summer so that the Weasleys could have time to get over the loss of one of their sons and brothers. Not only that, but in doing so she was helping Narcissa and Draco avoid being imprisoned in Azkaban. The deal was that if they could live with a muggleborn like herself they wouldn't be imprisoned because they were finally doing a good deed. Plus, Dumbledore was counting on her to help Draco, he'd always seemed infatuated with the boy and she couldn't blame him, Draco could be a very successful wizard if he wasn't so… so… so evil.
"Hermione! Dumbledore's here to take you to the Malfoys!" Harry spat. Hermione sighed dramatically and grabbed her trunk, moving towards the front door slowly. There was no part of her that wanted to even leave the small guest room, but she had to. She had no choice. "Good luck 'Mione," Harry smiled, hugging his friend. Hermione hugged him back, unable to speak for the lump in her throat. She waved at Ron, but he didn't respond, he was still in shock.
"I'll keep in touch," she promised, her voice barely above a whisper. Harry nodded, seeming to be holding back tears himself. Ginny gave a small wave and half a smile and Hermione was able to half-heartedly return it before she followed Dumbledore outside. "Aren't we apparating?" she asked, her voice grainy and uncaring. Dumbledore looked shocked for once in his life, but he nodded solemnly. They continued to walk a few feet, before Hermione talked again. "Then why are we still walking?" Dumbledore smiled slightly, confusing Hermione further.
"I always find it polite to walk away from the house before disapparating. It makes me feel more formal," Dumbledore replied casually. Hermione fell into silence. There was nothing she had to say to that, her opinions felt very small in a world with little hope left. "We shall disapparate here, hold onto my arm," he instructed Hermione, who obeyed instantly. Dumbledore gave a soft chuckle as the world around the two of them blurred, suddenly disappearing and then reappearing, becoming the neatly manicured lawn of Malfoy Manor. Hermione's breath was instantly stuck in her throat. This place brought back so many terrible memories for her - would she be able to survive the summer? She hoped so. There would be nothing more embarrassing than breaking down crying because she was still scared of someone who was scared. Bellatrix couldn't carve 'mudblood' into her arm anymore, so why should she care? The walk to the front door of Malfoy Manor was quite pleasant with the little breeze blowing Hermione's hair around her face. She found herself disappointed when the door opened, not that she expected not to be.
"Ah, Hermione!" Narcissa exclaimed as she saw the girl. She extended her hand to shake Hermione's gleefully. Hermione had to admit that Narcissa had changed - she seemed much nicer and had actually bothered to treat Hermione like an equal, even though she'd wiped her hand off on a towel as soon as their hands parted. "Draco's looking forward to seeing you!" Hermione stared at Narcissa blankly, not fully registering what she'd just said.
"Mum! I am not looking forward to seeing Granger!" Draco exclaimed childishly. Hermione couldn't help but smile a little, she hadn't heard Draco say that much in one sentence since 5th year, if she remembered correctly.
"Well, it looks like you're ready to get settled, and with that I will be leaving," Dumbledore said calmly, before disapparating. Narcissa froze for a moment, then gestured for Hermione to enter the household.
"Well, I'm very glad you will be keeping Draco company this summer, Hermione, but I'm extremely busy and would hope you will excuse me. Draco, show our guest to her room," Narcissa said, talking to Draco through gritted teeth. She sent a polite smile to Hermione before leaving with a sweep of her cloaks. For a while, everything was tense and silent as Draco and Hermione stared at each other.
"I'm glad you're letting me stay here…" Hermione muttered, looking at Draco shyly, scared he would hurt her. Draco smirked.
"You won't be glad after you see your room," he replied coyly. "And just remember, Granger, nothing will ever change the fact that I hate you more than anything else in the world. Not even a summer stuck in the same house by ourselves together. By the way, the house is charmed to not let either of us out of it until after the summer and my mum isn't coming back. Dumbledore's idea. We've been set up Granger." Draco smiled at Hermione, and it burned through her like acid as she tried to re-gather her jumbled up facts.
"Wait - we're being set up? As in to be friends or…?" she gulped at the prospect. Why was it that it didn't sound as disgusting as it should! Hermione had to take deep breaths so she didn't go crazy. Draco shrugged innocently.
"Mum never told me. I guess she wants us to find out for ourselves," he rolled his eyes. "Anyway, you've never really seen much of my house so I guess I'll give you the Grand Tour," he muttered.
"No thanks Malfoy, I saw enough of your house last time I was here, and I still have nightmares about it. Can you just show me where my room is so I can have a nap before I figure out how the heck to get out of here? And where's my trunk?" Hermione looked around the empty hallway, expecting it to be hiding away in a corner.
"Calm down, Granger. It's sitting neatly on top of your bed, is that okay, or is it not organised enough for you?" Draco asked sarcastically. Hermione glared before following him through hallway after hallway. "I won't show you the tour, then. But you probably need to know that the kitchen is here," he gestured to a large swinging oak door with a bored expression. "the downstairs toilets are next door and the stairs are down this hallway and to the left. Got it?" he asked, but didn't give Hermione enough time to answer. "Oh come on Granger! You're so slow," he grumbled.
"Well sorry, I like to walk at normal speed," she spat at him. Draco chuckled, annoying the muggle-born Gryffindor was his favourite thing to do. Hermione scowled as they climbed up the spiral staircase.
"I don't know why you're so desperate to see your room, because it's going to be a terrible surprise," Draco promised, annoyance etched onto his face. "And not just for you, it's bad for both of us. Another of Dumbledore and my mothers little plots, I'm assuming." Hermione wanted to ask, but she doubted Draco would answer. Draco lead Hermione down the hallway to the very bottom door and swung it open. When Hermione saw that the room was completely normal, she shrugged.
"What's wrong with it?" she asked, curious. That was when she noticed the second bed, across the room from the one with her trunk on it. "Why are there two beds…?" she was seriously confused.
"Well my mum thought it would be a good idea to charm the house so we could only sleep in the same room, but don't even think of trying to get intimate with me while I'm sleeping, I'm not allowed within two feet of your bed and you're not allowed within two feet of mine. Thankfully," Draco said, snorting. "You're gonna kill her, aren't you?" Draco looked hopeful.
"No, mostly because I'm apparently not allowed to leave the house…" she muttered. Draco nodded, realising she was telling the truth.
"So, Granger. I bet you can't wait to tell your little friends Harry and Ron about this!" Draco exclaimed.
"That's an understatement," Hermione replied sourly, cracking her knuckles.
"Well too bad! My mum also banned letters from getting to here, or from leaving here," Draco dropped the final bomb and Hermione glared at the picture of Narcissa hanging over Draco's bed. "Welcome to my world!" he exclaimed before leaving Hermione to her wallowing.