Disclaimer: Don't own Draco Malfoy…Wish I did though seeing as he's so sexy. :P Or any of the other characters…But I don't really care about them, seeing as Harry's always running around in those dorky glasses! Honestly, you'd think he would've fixed his eyes magically or something:D All belong to J.K Rowling.
Draco Lucifer…Granger?
After a very silent breakfast, Hermione took Draco to his new room.
"It's probably not what you're used to," Hermione said. "But it should keep you cozy for the time being."
Draco stood behind her as she opened the door. The colors to the room were pretty neutral. It could be a girl or boy's room. He walked in and looked around, examining the bed and little writing desk in front of the window. There was a beanbag chair in the corner that was covered in black leather. The carpet was a beige color like the rest of the house. It smelled like summer in the room, as light filtered in through the window, a light breeze blowing the curtains about.
He sat on the bed, with his back turned to her. She watched him for a long time. Hermione didn't know what she'd do if her parents were murdered. She didn't know anything about what happened, but she suspected Ron would tell her as soon as he could, seeing as Harry hadn't even heard yet.
"Are you going to be okay?" Hermione asked after a moment. Draco shrugged. The truth was, he really did want to talk about it…he just didn't want to show any weakness by sharing his feelings with the mudblood.
Hermione took a step into the room cautiously, knowing how quickly Malfoy could sprout fangs and rip a hole through her. He'd been doing it all through school, so what made now any different? He was still Malfoy after all.
She neared him until she found herself standing right next to him. He looked up surprised to find her so close.
"What do you want?" he asked. Although his usual sneer wasn't in place, and the evil glint wasn't in his eyes. She sat on the bed next to him and placed her hand shakily onto his knee. He studied her hand for a long moment, taking in the light blue nail polish and thin feminine fingers.
"Is it true that you had a crush on me Granger?" he asked. Hermione withdrew her hand quickly.
"No!" she said slightly defensively. He looked up to find her blushing and he smirked evilly.
"Wait until everyone at school hears. Won't they just be delighted?" he asked. She glared at him.
"You wouldn't!" she growled.
"Try me," Draco drawled. She got up quickly and exited the room, closing the door behind her with a snap. He chuckled to himself and laid down trying to get used to the idea of living with the Grangers for the rest of the summer. He shivered.
He stared up at the white ceiling. He would have to do something with this room… It was much too dull for him. And if he was going to be living here he figured he had a right to it. He then got up and exited out into the hallway. He'd seen a door right next to his bedroom that had the name 'Hermione' engraved in the wood. He leaned on the doorframe, taking in Granger's room.
Rather girly in his opinion. She had a deep blue bedspread on her mattress and a fuzzy lime green throw rug placed at the foot of her bed. She also had a small writing desk that had books splayed across it. He came in and saw that she had been doing potions homework. He then slapped his forehead, knowing he'd forgotten to grab his own books in his hurry to flee the manor.
"What are you doing in here?" came Hermione's voice from behind him. He jumped and spun around.
"I-I," he stammered. She giggled and came into the room.
"I didn't know Malfoys tripped over themselves," she said. He glared at her for a moment, until he spotted a small bulletin board on her wall next to her closet. It had many pictures pinned to it, of Hermione. In a lot of them she was with Potter and Weasley and they were waving at Draco with bright smiles on their faces. There were also a few where she stood with the Weaselette.
He turned to her holding one of the pictures that he'd unpinned carefully, to find her looking at him. She was lying on her stomach, with her feet in the air.
"Where are you here?" he asked. It was a picture of Hermione next to an old looking building.
"That was when my parents and I visited Poland," she said.
"Oh," Draco murmured. He pinned the picture back up again and turned towards Hermione looking at the ground.
"Have you ever been any place other than outside your home?" she asked, one eyebrow raised at him. He shrugged.
"No," he muttered simply. "My father never had time to take me on vacation anywhere. Not that it's any of your business," he added.
"Well then why did you tell me?" Hermione asked.
"Because you asked," Draco said. He then leaned against her wall, with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Do you think your parents will let me do something with my room?" he asked. "You know…change it up a bit so it suites me more?"
"With your room?" Hermione asked.
"Yes," Draco replied. "I will be living here Granger. I'm not just staying the night."
"Like I'd ever invite you to stay the night at my house!" Hermione snapped.
"Like your parents would let you have boys spend the night," Draco retorted.
"Well yes, regular boys, but not Ferret Boys," Hermione snapped.
"Easy Granger, my parents just died," Draco said, frowning. Hermione looked at him for a long time.
"Sorry Malfoy," she whispered.
"Yes well…Ferret Boy has always been a hurtful name," Draco sighed.
"Really?" Hermione asked.
"Yes. It reminds me of how that deranged Death Eater freak publicly humiliated me by bouncing me around the great hall," Draco said.
"Deranged Death Eater freak?" Hermione laughed. "I never thought I'd ever hear that word combination come out of your mouth about any of Voldemort's followers."
"Voldemort ordered my parents to death," Draco snapped coldly at the mention of the Dark Lord's name. At this, Hermione's jaw dropped.
"What?" she asked.
"Yup. Hunted them down into an alley, and then hexed them execution style," Draco said. He took a deep breath. "I don't know why. They came after me too. They just barged into my home and started shooting Avada Kedavra at me."
"Oh my God, Malfoy!" Hermione said. "I'm so sorry!"
"Why?" Draco asked. "At least now I don't have to join Voldie's ranks."
"You didn't want to join him?" Hermione asked.
"No mudblood, I didn't want to join him. Why would I?" Draco asked. Hermione was giving him a death glare. "Er…Granger," Draco corrected himself. "I guess seeing as I'm going to have to put up with you for another two months I have to stop calling you that, huh?"
"No. Even worse," Hermione said with an evil grin. "You have to call me by my first name."
"What?" Draco asked. "Why?"
"Because I said so," Hermione grinned.
"What are you two doing all cooped up in here?" Frank asked, suddenly appearing in the doorway. "Why don't you two go out in the back yard or something?"
"You want to go out in the back yard?" Hermione asked. Draco shrugged.
"Oh and Draco," Frank added. "Dumbledore sent you a few things that he said you might be needing in this letter."
He handed Draco a letter that was addressed to the parents of Hermione Granger.
"The trunk's downstairs, but seeing as I'm so bloody old, I can't lift it," Frank muttered. "Nearly threw out my back again."
"Oh daddy!" Hermione said. "You really must be careful!" Frank smiled sheepishly at his fifteen-year-old daughter.
"So, I was wondering if you two able bodied young teens could come down and give me a hand?" Frank asked.
"No problem," Draco said. He pulled out his wand and uttered an incantation making his magic untraceable.
"It's against the law!" Hermione said, her eyes wide.
"Relax Granger," Draco murmured. "Not even the Ministry could trace my magic now."
"Still!" Hermione nagged, following Draco down the steps into the living room. "You could get in a lot of trouble for using a spell like that. It's practically considered an unforgivable."
"It is not," Draco said levitating the trunk up the stairs, leaving a shocked Frank at the foot of the steps.
"And how would you know?" Hermione inquired.
"I should know, Granger. I made it up!" Draco snapped.
"You're lucky I don't turn you in!" she said.
"Look do you want me to teach you the spell?" Draco asked. "Is this what you're sudden outburst is about. I know how much you love to do magic. Do you want me to show you how?"
Of course Hermione was always eager to learn new things and he could see her beginning to crack.
"You could use all that great magic at home," Draco sang in her ear.
"Fine," Hermione snapped. "But why would you teach me anything? Why are you being so civil?"
"Like I've said already," Draco replied with a shrug as he set his trunk down. "We have to live together."
A/N: Okay. Thanks to all of the great reviewers. If you like it and want more, you know what to do! REVIEW! Love to all:D