"You?" She sputtered out. "It's YOU?"
She saw his face twist.
"Oh don't sound so excited Granger." He snickered.
He dropped his bags to floor, knowing it would annoy her.
"I cannot even fathom this. Why on earth would it be you?"
Hermione ran her fingers through her hair. Trying to gather up some decency towards this situation.
"Oh shut it. You really think I want to be in your presence? Please. I'm holding in the vomit as we speak."
"You can choke on it for all I care." She mumbled angrily, crossing her arms over her chest, staring at him. The way he just put his hands in his pockets, just radiating with cockiness.
It made her skin crawl, and her blood boil.
Hermione could feel her temperature rising, the blood pulsing to her cheeks.
"Fuck off you annoying twat." He walked into the middle of the loft.
"Where are you going?" She demanded.
"You're not my mother. I don't have to tell you a god damn thing." He snapped, casually looking around the room.
"Oh shut up, you pathetic little," she began to say,
"Where the fuck am I staying?" Malfoy interrupted.
"If it were up to me, you'd be sleeping in a box in the alley." Hermione said sarcastically, passing him.
She smiled, proud of her wit.
"Fuck off with the sarcasm, Granger. You are pathetic." Malfoy snickered.
"Keep that up and that housing situation might happen." She mumbled with annoyance.
"Some box is better than this shit hole."
Hermione felt insulted. She decorated this apartment pretty darn well, at least, she felt she did. Yet again, she never really had company.
"Your bedroom is over there." said Hermione, who pointed behind him.
"Fan-fucking-tastic." Malfoy mumbled.
"Can you be a little more grateful?" Hermione snapped.
"I mean for Merlin's sake, I'm giving you somewhere to live and you act as if it's torture."
"Being with you is torture." He growled.
She put her hands on her hips and lowered her eyes.
"You have no idea who I've become since we've graduated."
He laughed sarcastically.
"Really?"
She nodded hard. Hands still on her petite hips.
"Because I've only been here for ten minutes, and you're still the annoying, pathetic, little mud blood I knew at Hogwarts."
Hermione felt as if she had just been spit on. That word. It disgusted her.
Anger boiled in her chest. She was going to explode.
He smiled at her, with a cold mocking smirk.
Malfoy turned around and started to go for his bags.
Then suddenly, a flame inside her, burst.
In a split second, Hermione had snatched her wand from her pocket.
Wingardium leviosa, she yelled loudly. Hurling his duffle at him. Smacking him hard in his side.
He turned around with a rage.
"What, THE HELL ?" He screamed.
She begun to shake from the anger.
"Don't you EVER use that word in front of me, EVER. You're living in MY home." Hermione demanded.
Malfoy felt a flame as well. He took three, very large foot steps towards her. They were now chest to chest.
"You better fucking watch yourself Granger. You don't know what the fuck I am capable of."
Hermione breathed out and stared him down, holding her jaw in place. Praying she wouldn't react with a spell. Then, she just pushed Malfoy away, walking past him with rage. She turned around and looked at him.
"GOODNIGHT." She spoke loudly.
Hermione slammed the door.
She walked towards her bed in anger and sat down, hands folded in her lap.
She listened for any movement.
Eventually, after 10 seconds, Hermione had heard the ruffling of his bags being picked up and thrown into the bedroom, accompanied by a door being slammed.
Then, that's when it happened. The warm, liquid salt dripped from her eyes. Hermione took her sleeve and wiped away the tears.
She wondered, if maybe even for a second, Malfoy had regretted calling her that. But, knowing who he was, he felt no remorse. At all. Hermione rubbed her eyes, and let out a loud sigh and a smile. She knew it was fake. As if all her problems were okay. But, they weren't. She laid down in her bed, and just cuddled up with a ruffled up pillow she always hugged during sleep. Malfoy had called her mud blood so many times in the past, why, did this time, it effect her so ?
Malfoy looked into the room. Small. Not something he was use to. He gritted his teeth when he saw the bed, again, small.
Although, he didn't care that much. He hadn't slept for days. And the moments he actually had the time to lay his head down., somebody always woke him.
Draco ripped his shirt off, and threw it into the abyss of darkness that covered the muggle room.
He yanked the covers out of the mattress and curled into a ball. Trying to stay as warm as possible. He sighed heavily, and started to talk to himself.
"Why her. Why couldn't of they had send me to bloody Andromeda's house. I mean, Christ, we're related. Fucking McGonagall." He mumbled.
He started to feel the heaviness of his eye lids. Draco wanted to sleep, but something was holding him back.
His mind had become clouded with images of his father.
He shook away the thoughts and buried his face into the pillow.
The next morning, Hermione had awaken to the sound of Crookshanks scratching at a door. It wasn't her door either. Because it was slightly open. She rose from her bed, cracked the door open more, and saw her pet. He was scratching at Malfoy's door.
She rolled her eyes and walked towards her pet. Picking him up in her arms.
"Crooks, no."
The cat whined.
Weird. He never acted like that.
Hermione walked towards her kitchen. Which was very open to the whole apartment.
Opening the fridge, she grabbed a jug of milk.
Crookshanks sprang to the counter, his tail waving back in forth. Meowing like a kitten.
Grabbing a saucer, she poured the milk and set in on the surface. Crookshanks nipped and licked at the milk. Hermione pet him and smiled.
Her own stomach started to growl. Scrunching her face at the sound coming from her own abdomen, Hermione went to the fridge again. This time, holding a carton of eggs, and bacon.
She never cooked food with magic. She loved doing things the muggle way. It reminded her of her parents. By no means was Hermione ashamed of her ability to do magic, she just liked to honor her mother and father.
After sizzling up some bacon, she went to the cupboard. Grabbing a plate.
She set it on the counter. Then as she finished separating the bacon and eggs. She started to think.
Looking at the spare bedroom. The door closed.
Going to the cupboard again.
Tossing the plate on the counter, angrily.
"Mm." he moaned.
Arms under the pillow, laying on his stomach. Malfoy was still sleeping.
But, then his eyes opened. Heavy. He turned on his back, and stretched. Cracking his toes, and spine.
He sighed. But then he smelled food.
Food.
He thought. Malfoy hadn't had a meal in so long. Only various snacks that were available to him.
Deciding whether or not to get up, he adjusted his pants.
Then he felt it.
"Christ." he mumbled.
The hard length in his boxers.
The joys of being male. Waking up to morning wood.
He felt uncomfortable. Almost embarrassed.
No matter how much he loathed Granger, no way in hell, would she see him like that.
He put his hand in his shorts and tucked the erection between his waist band.
Malfoy sighed and got off the bed.
Opened the door and saw Hermione sitting at the counter.
He didn't even bother to close the bedroom door.
She looked up from her food.
Malfoy has never seen her like that. Just awaken, fresh faced. It was weird.
Draco walked toward the counter.
She put her eyes back on her food and ate.
Trying to make his way towards the kitchen, Crookshanks started to nuzzle his nose into Malfoy's shin.
"What.. Granger get your damn cat off me." He demanded.
"He likes you." She said.
The sound of Malfoy in annoyance was her way of winning this battle.
"I don't know why." Hermione declared.
Malfoy sighed angrily, and approached her.
Hermione chewed her food.
"That's your plate." She pointed across from her.
He looked over and snatched it, making his way towards the stove which had the food.
He was behind her while she ate.
"So, what kind of shit is this?" Malfoy questioned, putting heaping scoops on the plate.
Hermione looked up.
"Food." Hermione said sarcastically. "You eat it."
Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"Why are you making me breakfast?" He demanded. Sitting in the bar stool across from her, stabbing the eggs with his fork and swallowing them quickly.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders.
Malfoy looked up.
"What'd you do to it?" He questioned. He stopped eating.
"I poisoned it. You're going to die within the next hour. Try not to choke." Hermione said with a happy sarcastic tone.
"Sod off."
"We need to talk and get a few things straight." She sternly said.
Draco dropped his fork on the plate.
"Ah, and there's the punch line," he scowled, "What the hell do you want?"
She smirked at him.
"You're living in my house. Which means, you're under my protection -"
"I can take care of myself." Malfoy interrupted sternly.
She looked at him and laughed darkly
"Clearly you can't if you're here."
He rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"I'm only here because of my bloody mother. She wanted me protected."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I honestly, do not care." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and eyed the boy, feeling more confident in the words she spoke.
"You live here. With me. No matter how much I try to forget that fact, we have to try and get along."
He kept at his food. Not looking at her but, she knew he was listened.
"No matter how much we hate each other."
He smirked.
"Oh you hate me?" He smiled darkly.
Looking at him, she said "I hate nobody. But you're pretty damn close to it."
He laughed.
"Oh, so Granger is secretly cruel? Hm, what a lovely new found fact." Malfoy said sarcastically.
"Maybe I can use that to my advantage." Malfoy sarcastically winked.
She scoffed.
"Oh please, don't flatter yourself. I'd rather drown"
"I'd rather commit suicide." He added.
"So we're on agreed terms?" She asked, wondering what the hell was going on in his mind.
He sucked on his teeth.
"Sure. " He said bitterly.
Hermione rose from the stool, went to the sink, turning on the faucet, and pushing away the food off her plate.
Malfoy came up behind her, and shoved his plate in the sink.
"Don't expect me to be some fucking angel, Granger." He growled.
"Oh Malfoy," She said cleaning only her plate, "you'd actually have to have a soul to be that."
He pushed away. Accidentally pushing his abdomen into her side. He felt a sudden pang of heat inside his boxers. His erection was still there, this surprised him. Especially since he just accidentally made contact with the fucking mud blood. Why did it continue to pulse.
What the fuck was that…
Malfoy went to his room and started to search through his bags for clothes he could manage to throw on. His mind kept wondering, erection still hard inside his boxers. He was becoming frustrated.
Sexual frustration at it's best.
Draco had to be honest with himself, he hadn't been touched in awhile.
Having a sex buddy was sort of his thing. He'd call up Pansy or Astoria and they'd be over within a second.
But Draco hadn't had a sexual encounter in months. It was driving him mad.
He bunched up a pile of clothes and headed towards the bathroom. Not seeing Granger, he assumed she made her way back to her own room.
Not the case. The door was closed. The shower was started.
He growled in frustration.
"Come the hell on Granger, I was just about to get in there."
"Well, looks like you're S.O.L then," her voice echoed against the ivory that bounced towards the door. "You can wait." she mocked.
He knew she was smiling inside.
Draco sat on the floor, legs up, back against the wall.
He could see the steam coming through the cracks of the door.
Shadows of her, colored the floor.
They were separated by only a door.
"I can't believe this." Draco spoke to himself "I'm waiting on a filthy mud blood."
"This is going to a shit."