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I stared at him for a few dumbstruck seconds before I grabbed my bowl of Lasagna and sprinted around the far side couch to my room and slammed the door shut, locking it from the inside with a few wards.
6:07 AM, my clock read as I woke up to the golden rays of the rising sun. My room had a pretty big window that provided me a great view of the sunrise every morning. Today seemed like a great day, it was sunny with a few scarce clouds, the weather report had predicted the same weather for this entire week. My new books had arrived and are stocked in, which means I could finally call Mrs. Smith and tell her she can collect the book she ordered. That would certainly be a great relief. And I can do that once I open the store, but for that I'll have to get out of my house, and that meant I would have to leave that… that… FERRET… alone in my home, and I will never do that.
Another option would be to kick him out, but that meant I had to go into the other room, and I'd have to see him, and then I'd be reminded of last night and what he... he…
So that option went straight down the rabbit-hole.
The last option would be to sit it out in here, and currently it seems to be the way to go.
But today is such a great day, it's beautiful outside.
"I know." I whined, simultaneously conscious that I was thinking out loud to myself again.
Yeah, that sight in the living room is just beauti-
"SHUT UP BRAIN!"
I couldn't believe my thoughts were so traitorous that they'd defy me and my principles to this extent. Ever since he and Harry had stumbled into my apart-
*CRASH*
"Fuck, he's awake." I exclaim softly. My scream from earlier must have woken him up from his slumber. I knew that I'd have to walk out and talk to him about his moving in with me soon. The only thing worse than that would be to let him think he can actually go around crashing my utensils all around.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS THE COFFEE MACHINE?" I didn't have one. Usually I got my caffeine burst from the coffee shop down the street and I had hangover potions in case I ever got excessively drunk. But more importantly, why did Malfoy ask for a coffee machine? Did he assume he just got drunk and slept with some muggle chick? And if he's asking for one, didn't that mean he knew how to operate one? Why does he know how to operate one? Did he sleep with muggle women often?
Before I let myself become a slave to my curiosity and come up with enough questions to write a quiz book on the topic, I settled on the fact that I couldn't satisfy any of it unless I walked out and confronted the git. Grabbing a vial of hangover potion from the drawer next to my bed and my wand from my study desk, I took a deep breath before I opened the door to the living room.
He stood by the kitchen counter, with his left hand clutching back of his head, presumably where his head hit the couch last night, and a bottle of water in the other. My brain noticed certain other features of his like how he didn't have his sweatshirt on, and his shirt was slightly wet, probably from the water or the sweat, but we don't have to go over the previously discussed nature of my traitorous brain.
His gaze shifted slightly at the sound of my door opening. Instantly his eyes expanded to the size of saucers in shock, definitely mortified by who he thinks he had slept with.
"We didn't…" At least not all the way.
The features on his face relaxed, he let out a pretty audible sigh of relief. Was he really that offended at the thought that he slept with the mudblood?
"Good, that would have caused quite the scandal." He replied. Maybe Harry was right about him turning over a new leaf, but my hatred didn't reduce at all, especially not after what he did last night. I felt the heat creep back into my face, hopefully from anger. But now wasn't a time for that, we had some more stuff to sort out before we can go full on gladiator with each other.
He took another sip of water from the bottle in his hand. I remembered the vial in mine, then I held it up to him.
"Hangover potion?"
"Ah, yes… Thanks" He started towards me, but I held up my wand and levitated it to his. He raised a curious eyebrow, but then grabbed the vial wordlessly. He drunk it all in one large sip. I saw the lines on his forehead relax before he turned his face to me expectantly, probably hoping for some answers as to why he's here and how.
"Harry brought you here last night. According to him, you got yourself piss drunk in some muggle bar across town." He raised an eyebrow at me swearing. Yeah Malfoy I swear now, my brain smirked internally.
"Potter. Yeah, it figures."
"Umm… He also told me about… what happened with… with… why you're in witness protection." His face darkened slightly. I didn't know how to approach the subject. Even though I partially knew how he was feeling right now, it's pretty hard to approach this topic from either side, especially when you're the person's enemy and you're not actually trying to hurt him now. I could do that, but I don't sink down to those levels, moral policy. I hate the git's personality, I'm not a sadist.
"Oh… okay." He seemed to ponder on whether or not he should trust me with it, but then the concentration in his face dissipated. I assumed that he is fine with it because he didn't say anything.
"That is not all. They searched Dolohov's mind and found leads to the chase on the rest of their members, so the Aurors are busy with that, including the witness protection team." Realisation dawned on his face. "Harry convinced me to let you stay here, at least for a while." For the second time this morning, his eyes grew as wide as saucers.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
"I know"
"Why would he?"
"Witne-"
"I know, but why you? Why not someone else?"
"He tried elsewhere, apparently."
"He's lying, obviously."
"I can't say that to his face."
"Well, the sorting hat sure made a mistake when it placed you in Gryffindor."
"Don't test me Malfoy. You've been on the receiving end of my hexes before."
I'm sure my eyes conveyed the anger and irritation I was feeling right now, because he stopped for a second before continuing. "Not that I can't protect myself, but we obviously don't need this in the morning."
"That's one thing we see eye to eye."
"That and the fact that this is an extremely stupid idea." The corner of my lips turned up at that.
"Yeah, that too."
I noticed that we had somehow ended up two feet apart in the middle of the living room. I quickly walked past him to the kitchen counter, making sure to maintain some necessary distance from him. I started gathering the materials for a tuna sandwich.
"So there is no way to get out of this?" He turned around and confirmed.
"I'm afraid so."
"That's a bummer." Wow, we're actually being civil. The realisation left me a little dazed at the two of us.
"Yeah…"
I gathered the tuna from the fridge. "Sandwich?" I ask.
"Let me." He walks over and surprises me by taking the tuna out my hand. My hand may have grazed his. The sensation resounded in my mind, mingling perfectly with the surprise to leave me standing wide eyed in the kitchen, staring at him with my mouth open like a fish out of water.
I expected him to wave his and let the knife do the work, but he actually took the knife in his hands and started cutting out slices from the meat. The sight was something I had never expected from the bigoted arsehole who grew up his whole life with house-elfs doing his bidding.
"Do you… know how to cook?"
"Granger relax, I own a café where I'm the main chef. I think I can manage a few tuna sandwiches." He just keeps the surprises coming doesn't he? Honestly, he was much better than I expected, maybe what Harry said was true?
"You hav-"
*DING-DONG*
Who could be here at this time in the morning? The last time I posed a question like this, I ended up here.
"Maybe it's Potter." He stopped cutting.
"Maybe… I'll get it." I walked over to the door and opened it, expecting Harry. Nothing prepared me for what I was going to feel.
I opened the door to a girl with fiery red hair, almost Weasley-like but not quite, and pale skin. She seemed anxious, worried even as she quickly glanced over me before peering into my apartment. Just as I was about to stop her, she let out a gasp.
"DRACO!"
"Laurie?"
She quickly brushed past me, into my kitchen and Malfoy's arms. They hugged for a few minutes while she frantically kissed him all over his face.
"I was so worried when they said they couldn't find you when I visited yesterday. I thought I had lost you too." She swatted him on his shoulder. "Don't scare me like that, ever again."
I felt something grip me in my chest. It was a pain that I don't think I've felt in a while, I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.
Jealousy…
SHUT UP BRAIN!
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