Hermione woke to a loud banging on her door. She jumped to her feet and checked her watch.
12:32pm.
Relief swelled over her. She'd only been asleep for a few hours, and didn't have to retake the potion until one. She hurried to the door when the knocking persisted.
"Granger, what the hell were you doing? I've been knocking for the last ten minutes!" Draco scolded, before noticing her dishevelled appearance. With a smirk, he asked, "Were you asleep?"
Blushing, Hermione ignored his last comment. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
"We eat lunch with my parents on Sundays." he said earnestly, "Or were you planning on sleeping through the whole day?"
"Shut up. I'll be out in a minute."
She slammed the door in his face before he could reply.
'Well that was rude' thought Draco, as he slid to the floor in the corridor. He sat staring at the wall for a good five minutes, before Hermione opened the door looking much more like an awake Astoria.
"Are we going, or what?" she asked grumpily.
Heaving himself to his feet, Draco replied, "You want to pull that stick out of your arse, Granger, my father won't appreciate your moodiness."
Seething, Hermione followed him back to the 'main' part of the house, where they turned into a huge room with a long black dining table, set for four though she was sure it would seat at least twenty.
At the end of the table, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were chatting casually. Draco took his seat, not immediately next to his parents but not too far away, and beckoned her to join him. She nervously obliged, and sat on the side of Draco that was furthest from the adults.
Once again, Narcissa was the first to speak.
"Hello, Astoria, did you settle in alright?"
"Yes, very well, thank you. My new bed is very comfortable." she replied with a smile.
Draco was silently surprised at how pleasant she was being. Quick to compose himself, he added with a laugh, "I found her asleep not ten minutes ago."
Only Lucius didn't laugh.
At that moment, three house elves appeared, as if out of nowhere, each carrying different delicious looking foods on silver platters. They laid the food gracefully in the centre of the table and sunk into the shadows of the room once more.
The Malfoys all began serving themselves food, Narcissa encouraging them to 'Dig in!' Feeling guilty, but not wanting to show her hatred of the Elves' enslavement, Hermione took a slice of gammon and some roast potatoes and vegetables, reminded longingly of her own mother's Sunday Roasts.
For the rest of the meal, Hermione found herself under severe pressure as Mrs. Malfoy continuously questioned her about Astoria's life. Luckily she'd always been quite good at thinking on her feet and managed to blab her way through the interview.
After a simply divine rhubarb crumble, Draco and Hermione left the table and wondered silently back to Draco's wing.
After lunch, Draco sat casually in his lounge reading The Daily Prophet, having finished Quidditch Through The Ages earlier that day. The window was open, generating a light breeze in the comfortably warm room. He became very uncomfortable, however, when another person entered the room and sat down.
"Oh. Sorry, I didn't see you." said Hermione, quickly standing up again.
Draco sat up from his relaxed position stiffly.
"Is that the Daily Prophet?" she asked. He nodded in reply, so she continued, "I had to cancel my subscription when I moved here. Maybe, when you're done with it, could I-"
She cut off as the newspaper went flying at her, only just catching it.
"Take it, it's all bullshit anyway." Draco said coldly.
Not sure if she was more thankful that he actually gave it to her than angry at how, Hermione stared at the man glaring away from her.
"What do you want, Granger?"
Fists clenched, she retorted sarcastically, "Oh, just trying to see a way that the demon can leave your body." and stormed back out to the corridor.
Draco punched the sofa cushions. 'Who did she think she was, wondering round like she owns the place?' he thought angrily.
He stayed there with his jaw set for a long time. Once he'd calmed down a bit, the rational side of him realised he'd told her to explore the place herself, and maybe if he didn't want her walking in unexpectedly, he ought to stick to his bedroom.
Hermione had stayed stubbornly in her room until nine in the evening, even after hearing Draco go to his own room a few hours earlier, and it was with reluctance that she did at all.
Scowling, she knocked on the door at the end of the corridor. Draco answered with a determinedly blank face.
"Yes?" he said shortly.
Not making eye contact, she replied, "You have my bag."
He disappeared back into his room, the door opened just wide enough to see ruffled covers on his bed. He returned with the bag, but didn't give it to her immediately.
"What did you slip into your drink earlier? My parents didn't notice, but i've been wondering."
"Polyjuice Potion. I have to top up every five hours."
Hesitantly, he asked, "Are you hungry?"
Still feeling stubborn, she replied with a straight, "No." even though just the thought of food made her stomach rumble.
He raised an eyebrow at her lying face, but held the bag out and watched her stomp back to her room.
'She may be too stubborn to admit it, but she's hungry.' he thought to himself, 'If I wasn't so peckish myself, i'd leave her to it.'
On his way back from the kitchens, he left a plate of toast outside her room, satisfied that it was so cold by then she wouldn't enjoy eating it anyway. He hated cold toast.
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