Hey guys! How's it going? That's good. Here's the next chapter for ya! I'm working on making the chapters longer and stuff and I'm actually pretty proud of this one. Yay plot development! Hope you like! Don't forget to review! Anything; you love it, you hate it, you wanna guess my favorite movie...well, maybe not that. ;)
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Hermione had changed into a large sweatshirt and cotton shorts, her pajamas, and went downstairs to use the bathroom and get ready for bed. Noticing that Malfoy's door was still closed, she deemed it safe to go down. She walked into the room and the room and it was charmed so when someone walked in, the lights turned on. Hermione noticed how it was similar to the motion-activated lights in the Muggle world. She took in the room, piece by piece. The sinks were floating glass bowls with shaped metal faucets that looked like the four house animals; a snake was the spout with a raven perched on top and a lion and a badger as the handles. Hermione thought it was very eloquent. Above the sinks was a mirror that stretched the length of the wall until the toilet, which was next to the shower. The shower was in the corner and large enough for two people and between that and the other wall, there was a large bathtub with different colored vials on the shelf behind it. Hermione looked closer and saw that they were different hair care and bubble bath potions.
She walked back to the sinks and claimed one as hers by putting her toothbrush on the rim. She turned and stubbed her toe on a vanity that she somehow had missed before. She cursed at the pain.
"Oh, so she does know how to curse," said a voice behind her. She turned and faced Malfoy, cheeks pink.
"Bugger off, Malfoy," she said, putting the rest of her things in her vanity.
"Sure, right after you stop snogging Weaselby." He put his things in his vanity.
"I've never snogged Ronald, and why should you care if I do or not, Malfoy?"
"The thought of you and Weaselby, ugh," he shivered mockingly, "Just sickening."
Hermione was slightly offended, even though Ron was as romantic as a rock. He wasn't really one for snogging. "What about you, Malfoy? Aren't you the Slytherin Sex God or some bullshit like that?"
He smirked. "Oh, heard about that have you?" he opened his arms, almost in self-praise. She looked at his chest; his shirt was partially unbuttoned and she could see some of his defined muscles. Her face got hot and she looked back up at his face with a sneer. His smirk grew, "Fancy a piece of this, do you Granger?" She threw a hairbrush at him. He ducked just in time to miss it but didn't miss her elbow to his stomach. He doubled over as Hermione pushed past him to pick up her brush. She went back to replace the brush on her vanity, but Malfoy recovered right before she back to the door. He blocked her way into the room, leaning on the doorframe.
"Get out of the way Malfoy, or the next one will be to your balls." She said menacingly. His arm twitched towards his pants and Hermione snorted. She pushed him out of the way and put her brush back on the vanity. She brushed her teeth and noticed that he was staring at her.
Malfoy watched her brush her teeth. He liked making her angry, it made him feel good for some reason. There was also some other odd feeling in his chest that he said was heartburn. She was kind of cute when she was angry, her cheeks got red and a sparkle came to her—Hold on! This was Granger we're talking about. Why was he thinking like this? He was disgusted with himself for thinking these things. He looked at her long legs and wondered how he had never noticed them before.
Because she's always wearing long socks and skirts. He thought. Why was he still dwelling on this? Granger was not attractive in any way, shape, or form.
"What are you looking at, Ferret?" she said, bringing him back to his senses. He shook his head blinked. She looked at him as if he were suddenly sprouting wings. He thought of an idea that would make her angrier than ever and he just couldn't resist saying it.
"Just, uh, thinking of how much better those clothes would look on the tile." He said coyly. She gripped the sinks edge, which was still floating in the air, right before she exploded on him.
"You vulgar, crude, asshole of a man! If you think for one moment that you can talk to me like that-" Malfoy could see she was overcome with anger; she couldn't even finish her sentence. He noticed he had taken it just one step too far, this time. She just howled and tried to hit him again but he caught her arms. He spun her around and pushed her out of the bath room. "The next time you do that, I'll hex you into oblivion!" She stormed up the stairs and he heard her door slam. He laughed and finished getting ready for bed. He went upstairs and before going into his room, he glanced at her door. He went into his room and changed into his pajamas and flopped onto his bed, contemplating why making her mad made him feel so much better than it had in previous years. He shrugged it off, rolling over to fall asleep.
As soon as Hermione slammed her door, she cast a Silencing Charm on her room and screamed. She screamed and cursed and screamed and cursed and cursed some more. When she was done, ended up crying.
Bloody git, she thought, tears streaming down her face. Why she had to endure this, she didn't know. She thought about telling McGonagall about this, but decided that it'd be best to leave it be. She could handle Malfoy, one way or another, and McGonagall had told them to be civil towards one another or there would be consequences. She made up her bed, getting ready to go to sleep. She tried thinking of a way to get back at Malfoy, but ended up falling asleep before she had decided on a plan.
The next day, Hermione got up early. She looked in the mirror that was on the wall; her eyes were still puffy, but nothing a little bit more time couldn't handle. She went downstairs to take a shower. She went into the bathroom and started running the water. She shut the door and started stripping, then brushed her hair and got in the shower. She noticed that there were hair wash and soap potions in here too. She picked a pink one up and looked at it. There wasn't a label on it, but she opened it up and smelled it; it smelled like strawberries. She used the potion to wash her hair and when she put it back, she noticed it filled itself back up. It was charmed to replenish itself after one used it. She found a different vial, a yellow one, and smelled it. This one smelled like vanilla and she used it to wash her skin.
She paused and looked at the glass door that was steamed up. She started drawing in the steam and giggled; she hadn't done that in years. She had completely forgotten the incident from last night. She started smelling the different vials' contents, deciding which ones she liked and didn't like, as well as which ones were for her and which were for Draco. She stopped and finished washing herself off. She stepped out, careful not to slip on the tile. She grabbed a towel that had magically appeared there on the towel racks on the wall behind the sinks. She dried off her body and wrapped the towel around her and grabbed another for her hair. She brushed her teeth and wiped some steam off the mirror to look at her eyes; back to normal! She sighed and right before she opened the door to leave it was swung open, smashing her in the nose.
"Shit!" she yelled, as her hands sprang to her nose. She staggered away from the door, the towel on her head falling off. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Oh fuck!" said Malfoy, as he dropped his things and ran to Hermione, "Shit! Sorry, sorry. Lemme see." Blood was gushing from her nose, staining the fluffy white towel around her torso. She let go of her nose, tears freely flowing from her eyes. She jumped when Malfoy touched her face, inspecting her nose. Her face got hot and her stomach did a few somersaults.
As Malfoy assessed the damage he had done, Hermione's eyes looked him over. He was shirtless, wearing only blue pajama pants. She could see his well defined body; his abs, his chest, his arms, all rippling with muscle. She noticed patches of darker skin, crisscrossing across his abdomen; scars from when Harry hit him with Sectumsempra during their sixth year. A small pang of pity hit her and she almost reached to out and touch them. Then she remembered who she was with and felt disgusted at herself for thinking such things. She looked back at Malfoy's face and at that moment, he looked up. His eyes were a dazzling grey color with specks of blue. She could see the concern in his eyes.
"Stay here, I'll be right back." He said, running out of the room. Hermione just stared after him.
Malfoy jumped up the stairs two at a time, feeling horrible for hitting Hermione in the face. He might not like her, but he didn't want to cause her bodily harm. He ran in his room, grabbed his wand and ran back downstairs, jumping the last four steps. He got back down to the bathroom and he found Hermione standing right where he had left her. He had to smile at that; she had actually listened to him, the man she has hated for years.
"Alright, just stand still." He said, about to point his wand at her nose.
"Wait, are you sure you can do this?" Her voice sounded funny because of her nose, "No offense."
He shrugged. "Yes. Just trust me." Saying that sounded weird even to him. He couldn't imagine how it sounded to Hermione. She had learned never to trust him, smart girl. "Episkey."
Hermione shivered when the spell hit her. Her nose got hot and then cooled instantly. She reached up and touched it, expecting a sting, but none came. She looked at him in happiness.
"Thank you!" she said with enthusiasm, "I guess you are an…alright person." She smirked. She almost hugged him but two things held her back: she was covered in blood, and it's Malfoy. She picked the towel up that fell and started cleaning up herself.
"I've changed a bit since we last met." She rolled her eyes. "I'll leave to clean up yourself, Granger." He turned, hand on the doorknob.
"Don't you mean mudblood?" she said with a slight edge, refolding the towel in her hands. He turned back around.
"No, I meant Granger." He said nonchalantly. She gave him a surprised look.
"Alright who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?" She asked. He smiled, genuinely.
"Who knows," he said as he left the room, closing the door. Hermione felt a weird feeling in her chest and stomach. She shrugged it off as just being hungry and finished washing up the blood. She suddenly realized that she was pretty much exposed to him the entire time they were interacting. Her face went a deep red in embarrassment as she left the bathroom to change into her robes.
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