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There was a long moment of silence; Ginny was staring at Draco and Hermione. Hermione was looking as if her eyes were about to pop out of her head and was on the verge of an anxiety attack. Draco, on the other hand, was looking incredibly uncomfortable under Hermione's intense gaze. "Ok, are one of you going to explain this? Not that I haven't already figured it out. I want to know how in the fresh hell you two happened." Ginny said leaning back against the armrest of Hermione's couch.
Draco and Hermione just stared at each other, arguing using legilimency. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHY DID YOU JUST BURST IN LIKE THAT?!" Hermione yelled into Draco's mind. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! Seriously?! YOU BETTER START GIVING ME SOME FUCKING ANSWERS!" Draco yelled back, fury starting to show in his steel-grey eyes. "What in Godric's name are you talking about?" The brunette said out loud with utter confusion written across her face. "I want some answers of why you screwed Weasledouche!"
"Whoa, what?" Ginny said looking at a very stunned Hermione. But Ginny's question once more fell upon deaf ears. "Where did you hear that?" Hermione asked as she stood up from her place on the couch. "I heard Weasley talking with Seamus Finnegan when I was leaving the Ministry," Draco was about to continue talking when Hermione interrupted him, "I didn't have sex with Ron, and I don't know why he would say that. And why would you believe that!?" Draco let Hermione's words sink in, an apprehensive look settled upon his face before realization set in. He then tried to speak again. "Babe..." Draco said with a quiet, apologetic tone while taking a few tentative steps towards the small brunette. Hermione stared at him with a look of disbelief before anger sparked in her milk chocolate eyes.
Draco noticed the anger cross her eyes and took a few strides backward, he knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of Hermione Granger's wrath, and he didn't want to be the target. "Don't 'babe' me Draco Malfoy! How could you honestly believe that I would...ugh!" Hermione said exasperatedly while rubbing her temples. The-Brightest-Witch-of-her-age turned to the youngest Weasley and stared at her for a moment before asking where Ron was supposed to be. "Um...I-I think he's meant to have dinner tonight with mum and dad, why?" Ginny answered still trying to comprehend the situation in front of her. "Ok, I've got to go and talk to Ronald and set him straight," Hermione said as she walked past Draco and picked up her jacket and made to step out of her flat.
Draco turned on his heel and lightly grabbed Hermione's wrist before she opened her door, "so you didn't sleep with Weasley?" Draco asked. Hermione stopped for a moment and shook her head, a few of her curls falling into her face "of course not you bouncing ferret, I would never do that. And, frankly, I find it offensive that you would think that I would do that. Especially right after everything that happened." Hermione then pulled her wrist out of Draco's warm grasp and walked out and into the hall. Draco stood there, staring at the door for a solid minute before he heard his name being called and snapped him out of his trance. "Hey Blondie, care to explain what's going on between you and my best friend?" Ginny asked as she stared at the Malfoy heir in expectancy.
Draco looked at Ginny and walked into Hermione's kitchen without answering her and started to make himself a cup of tea. He filled the kettle and set it on the stove to boil, as he turned around he saw the redhead sitting on the counter drilling her hazel eyes into him. He sighed and quietly said, "it's a long story." Ginny watched as he leaned next to the stove and ran a hand through his platinum blond hair. "Well I got time, and she's probably going to be gone a while, so spill it," Ginny said as she hopped down off of the counter and grabbed the box of tea out of the cabinet. "Why are you so civil?"Draco asked, trying to deflect her question. "Because I can, now answer my question" Ginny responded as she shoved a mug into Draco's hands. Draco let out a resigned sigh as the kettle started to whistle, he picked it up and poured the water into his cup and put in the tea bag.
"Where do you want me to start?" Draco asked as he took a small sip. Ginny finished making her cup as well and answered: "when did you two get together?" "It'll be nine months on the 27th of this month," Draco said without skipping a beat.
"Nine months? You two have been together for nine months, and she hasn't told me?"Ginny said with an offended look etched onto her features. "I am going to kill her when she gets back," Ginny thought. "So, if my math is correct, that puts you guys around the end of Hogwarts?" She asked as she took a sip of her tea. "About there, yeah" Draco responded flatly. Some emotion crossed Draco's face that Ginny wasn't able to identify before he spoke again. "It was never intentional," he said in a somber tone "I hated her with everything I had...and then one day-one day she came back to the heads dorm, eyes all puffy and red. I called her a stupid little mudblood when she wouldn't respond to me" Draco said while staring blankly into his tea. "I don't know why I said it, and I regret it more than she could ever know, but the way she stopped and turned around, and looked at me," he said with a deep sigh "the look of utter hurt, it just-it just took me away for a moment. I had never thought twice or regretted calling her that before that moment." Draco shook his head and straightened his back before looking at Ginny "I don't know why I'm even telling you this, you hate me, Hermione should be the one telling you this, not me" he said, his tone cold once more, going back to his usual self.
He began to walk out of the small kitchen before Ginny grabbed his arm and looked straight through him with a severe expression painted on her face and said:"I don't 'hate' you, per say, 'extreme loathing' would probably be more accurate." Draco looked at her with distaste and pulled his arm out of her grip and walked into the sitting room. She followed him and stood a few meters away just watching him. "Just tell me your side and how this whole thing between you and my best friend got started before my head explodes," Ginny said as she went and sat in the same spot on the couch before Draco made his grand entrance a mere 20 minutes ago.
"Why should I tell you? It's none of your business," he said slightly irritated that the weaslette was trying to pry into his personal life. "Well you just started to pour your heart out in the kitchen" she made a motion the kitchen behind them and continued "you can't stop now." Draco let out an indignant huff and sat on the loveseat facing away from the front door. "How does 'Mione deal with him?" Ginny thought with a roll of her hazel eyes.
Draco took a moment to gather his thoughts and mumbled under his breath "I'm going to regret this later."
With a long sigh, Draco recounted his time with Hermione to the youngest Weasley in front of him.
Draco was laying on the couch in the heads common room reading a book when she walked in. He looked up and took quick notice of how her eyes were red and puffy and how she was trying to walk by without him noticing. 'Stupid little mudblood, thinking I would let her go by unscathed' Draco thought. He threw his book on the coffee table and let out a dark chuckle before speaking "hey mudblood where do you say you're going?" When she didn't answer and walked into their kitchenette, this infuriated him even more. "Hey! You respond to your superiors when they ask you something!" Draco said with a sneer as he grabbed her upper arm. "You hear me you stupid little mudblood? Or has all that mud finally clogged up your ears?"
Hermione stood still for a moment; she hadn't been called a mudblood since the war. She took in a deep breath and turned around and shrugging off his grip, trying to hold in her tears. Hermione had been having a bad day already, and she didn't have time to deal with Malfoy. When she looked at him she could've sworn she saw some emotion similar to shock cross his face for a split second. It only lasted for that quick moment and blamed it on her blurry vision. "Sod off Malfoy" was all she said.
"Hit a nerve have I? Reminding you of what you are?" Draco said with his features scrunched up into a look of disgust. "No, I just have better things to do than being in your egotistical mightier than thou presence," Hermione said as she walked out of the kitchenette and to her bedroom. 'Who does she think she is?! Assuming she can talk to me like that?!" Draco thought.
Hermione set her book bag on her desk and walked over and laid down on her bed. She reveled in the softness of the mattress; it was so much better than the ones in the Gryffindor dormitories. Before she knew it a tear, had leaked out from the corner of her eye and more soon followed. She put up a silencing charm as a small sob escaped her lips. It had only been her first week back, and she was already crying. By no means was it the ferret that was making her cry, she would never give him the satisfaction. But Ron on the other hand, he had been off ever since they got back to Hogwarts. Before she had come back to the heads chambers, he had said some particularly hurtful words to her, though they were in a joking manner, they still hurt nonetheless. These types of jokes seemed to be his new thing, and she was hoping he would snap out of it soon. As Hermione stopped her crying, she curled into her big fluffy pillow and fell asleep without the intention to.
After Draco had finished his temper tantrum about Hermione, he stormed off to the Slytherin dungeons in search of Blaise. He found him in the almost empty common room with Pansy on his lap doing things that would scar him for life. "Jesus Christ mate! That's permanently burned into my retinas!" Draco shouted while covering his eyes. Pansy just smirked and hopped off of Blaise and straightened herself up a bit "Oh shut it, don't act like you haven't scarred us either." "But that's different! You two are my friends!" Draco said while waving his hands dramatically. Pansy stared at him evenly before saying "ahem, best friends. Get it straight dickhead."
"You're getting off track," Ginny said with a bored expression. Draco looked at her and blinked slowly before standing up, "screw this, if you're going to interrupt I'm not going to spend my precious time telling you anything." He washed his mug and put it back in the cupboard and started walking to Hermione's bedroom. "Stop being so dramatic Malfoy!" Ginny shouted at him as he walked down the hall. "Come back and finish telling me! Hey! Where are you going?" The redhead queried. "Have Hermione tell you!" Was the last thing, Ginny heard before Hermione's bedroom door slammed shut. She slumped back against the couch and reminisced about the information that the ferret had given her. "Bloody hell, if that was just the first week I can only imagine what it was like after that" Ginny said quietly.
A few hours later, Hermione came into her flat looking irritated with bags under her eyes. "Hey," Ginny said from the couch. "Hey," Hermione responded as she sat down next to Ginny. "What'd Ron have to say?" The redhead asked. Hermione let out a sigh "he said that he never said he slept with me. He told me to ask Seamus to confirm it, so I went to Seamus and Deans flat, and he confirmed that Ron never said that. And then I went back to see Ron, and it's a long story that I'm honestly too tired to explain. I'll tell you tomorrow," Hermione said with a wave of her small hand. "Anyways, where's Draco?" The brunette asked as she leaned her head against Ginny's shoulder.
"You mean Mr. Drama Queen, Pause for Dramatic Effect, All Attention on me, Bouncing Ferret Malfoy?" Asked Ginny. Hermione let out a small chuckle and nodded her head. "He stormed off to your bedroom, I think he's napping," Ginny responded. "He-he started telling me about your first week back at Hogwarts. He was a right prick to you." The redhead said slowly. Hermione nodded "yeah he was, I nearly killed him at least once a day. But why did he tell you that? And how did you get that out of him?" Hermione asked as she leaned back and looked at Ginny. "I convinced him," Ginny said with a shrug. "He didn't go into detail though," Ginny said as she stood up. Hermione was going to speak, but the youngest Weasley waved her off saying "I've to go, it's late, and I need to get back to Harry. I'll see you tomorrow, and you're going to fill me in on this whole thing okay?" "Okay," Hermione agreed as she stood up and hugged her best female friend. "Tell Harry I said hello," the small brunette witch said as she let out of the embrace. "I will," Ginny said as she picked up her purse and made her way to the front door of the flat. "Oh, and Gin? Could you not say anything about Draco and me?" Hermione asked nervously. The redhead just nodded and said goodnight and walked out of the flat.
Hermione let out a long yawn and made her way to her bedroom, as she opened her door, Ginny was right in thinking Draco was napping. He laid there asleep with the moon shining through the slats of the blinds on his platinum blond hair hanging in his face. He was holding onto one of Hermione's nightshirts with a calm and peaceful expression on his sharp features. Hermione let a small smile grace her lips as she took in the scene before her. This hadn't been the first time she had caught him like this; she had thought it was sweet. He would always deny the next morning that he never "cuddled" with her nightshirt and that she was seeing things and insisted that she was losing it.
Hermione tiptoed to her dresser and grabbed the disposable camera and wound it up and took a photo for proof that he did cuddle with her night shirts. All the while never letting the smile on her face fall. As she set the camera back on her dresser, she pulled out another nightshirt, and it just so happened to be one of Draco's old Slytherin Quidditch Jersey's. As she took her shirt off and slipped out of her jeans, she heard an all too familiar sleepy voice. "I like this," Draco said with a smirk, watching her. As Hermione took off her bra and put on her nightshirt, she turned around and walked to the bed and got in. Hermione laid her head on his chest and snuggled up to him "of course you do."
Draco wrapped an arm around Hermione and pulled her closer, enjoying the warmth that she always had. "We need to talk," she said into his chest sleepily. "We do?" Draco said with his eyes closed as he started rubbing circles on Hermione's back. A sort of grunt was all he heard as sleep was slowly creeping its way to him. "We can talk in the morning," he said slowly, the sleep affecting his speech. "No" Hermione yawned "we-we need...to talk...now." Draco could tell that she was fighting to stay conscious and let a lazy smile cross his face. "Go to sleep baby," Draco said as he kissed the top of her bushy head. "N-n-no..." was what her response was before her breathing slowed and he could tell that she had fallen asleep. 'Even barely awake she was still as stubborn as ever' was the last thing Draco thought as sleep took him also.
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