A/N: Hey its not as long as I would have liked it to be but I wrote it all this afternoon because I had to work on my project at all other times, so if you like it review and if you don't, review anyways! Remember the next chapter will come out sooner, if I get a lot of reviews! Enjoy. ~Slytherin-Smartass~
Hermione sat up the next morning in the unfamiliar bed, rubbing her eyes that were puffy from crying. She scanned her surroundings for something to hint at where she was currently residing, but found none.
Although she did spot three doors, one she assumed led into the hall or main room and the other two were probably a closet and a bathroom. She lifted herself from the bed and walked over to the first door, and found it to be a giant closet filled to the brim with Quiddich uniforms both male and female made by Malfoy enterprises. The next door she slid open was a door leading into a dimly light hallway.
The third door was obviously the one she was looking for the bathroom so without hesitation she through the door open, but was startled when she was met with steam and the sight of a half naked Draco Malfoy, a white towel hung limply around his waist as he was shaving his face.
He looked over her way and then back to the mirror and resumed shaving mentally preparing himself foe the screaming that was about to happen, because he had been the cause of her crying the day before and then he had brought her to his house by his fathers request of course but still. But was surprised when all he heard was the door being slammed shut and Hermione scurrying towards the shower and turning it on.
"Look ferret I don't really care about the why part right now ,im in your house im presuming, but I will not be late for work because of it so if you could close your eyes momentarily while I get into the shower, it would be greatly appreciated. But do not think for one second you are getting a get out of jail free card on this one, im simply going to wait until there are more people than just you and me so I don't kill you." With that over with she promptly turned around to face the shower and started to strip Draco of course just stood there, watching her reflection in the mirror as he finished his shaving.
Without another thought Hermione was in the shower, they were both adults here, and they had obviously seen a member of the opposite sex naked before, if he's seen one girls ass he's seen em' all. After washing her hair and body she was looking around for a razor but then of course remembered duh she wasn't in her shower at home, so she was going to have to ask the ferret for one. "Malfoy, do you have any extra razors? Preferably female" Hermione risked it, what was the worst he could say anyways?
"I have an extra razor but it isn't a female razor Granger, I don't shave my legs" he said back sarcastically, but none the less grabbing his extra razor and walking towards the shower.
"How are you going to get it im not coming in and I can't toss it over, it's too high" Draco said like he was talking to a toddler.
She opened the door a crack and stuck her hand out, "don't be such and idiot ferret". He placed it in her hand and she resumed her work of getting ready in the shower and he walked back into his room and got dressed. About ten minutes later he heard his name, well his last name being called from the bathroom.
"What this time Granger? Do you need me to run to the store to get you a special shampoo" He called adding a hint of malice and a ton of sarcasm to his voice.
"No Malfoy but I will require clothes, as much as im sure you'd love for me to walk around naked all day at work I don't think your father would approve." She spat back just as sarcastically.
He was stuck this time, he actually didn't have a sarcastic retort ready and poised on the tip of his tongue. What exactly was he suppose to give her for clothes? He suddenly remembered that his mother had left all her old clothes in her guest room at his manor, so he told Granger he had an idea and left the room.
He walked down the hallway and into his mother and fathers guest room, hauled open the first drawer of the dresser and then stepped back screaming something about his eyes burning and him being scared for life. For the entire first drawer was filled to the brim with quite an array of scandalous lingerie, oh for the love if god, he didn't mind thinking about girls wearing all that linen and lace but what man who was in his right mind would want to find out his mother wore it? He reluctantly grabbed a black lacy bra and panty set that looked about Hermione's size and was relieved to see the tags still attached meaning it hadn't been worn before.
The next drawer contained shirts, he grabbed the first emerald green silk blouse he saw, after all how many people could say that the Gryffindor princess had been seen wearing Slytherin colors? The neck was way to low for his mother in his mind but Hermione could probably pull it off, it also had the tag still firmly attached. Next he grabbed a pair of fitted black pants and a pair of black stilettos, all still new and unsoiled.
He jetted back to the bathroom to find Hermione wrapped in his white towel and standing by the mirror doing her hair with magic. He set the clothes down on the counter spun and walked out of the room without another word, firmly closing the door behind him.
Hermione figured that she could take her time now, if she was going to be late why not take her time. She finished her hair first she had decided to go for the strait look with Cleopatra bangs today, she also added a few auburn streaks while she was at it, they of course would fade by tonight and her bags she could always re-grow with a simple spell. Makeup was covered with a simple spell that applied mascara and eyeliner, she then slipped on the clothes that were all designer, that didn't really come as a shock to her thought.
Even though she wasn't a big fan of the color green she had to admit that it looked fantastic on her and the pants seemed to cling to her hips in all the right places. Overall the outfit looked stunning on her, she had a few comments about the lingerie but they were overlooked as soon as she slipped into a pair of the latest magical Prada shoes, the no trip variety.
She didn't really know which room to go into the room she had slept in or the ferret's room, after debating with herself for a few minutes she walked into the enemy territory. He looked up from the bureau he had in his room and did a once over of Hermione, noting to himself that he had been right about her being able to pull off the neckline before standing and leaving the rook keen on fetching breakfast then heading to work hopefully being able to prolong Hermione's explosion. He knew she would follow, and as he predicted she did and soon they sat at his dining room table over a plate of breakfast each and a cup of coffee, courtesy of his house elves.
Hermione was trying to control her anger that had just seamed to come rushing back like a speeding bullet, wanting there to be at least one witness to their fight, but there was a house elf flanking his right side so she supposed it would have to do as her witness, because she was about to unleash the storm.
"Malfoy?" she questioned. When she was met with no reply or even a nod of the head she repeated herself two more time before anger overtook her.
"DRACO FRIGGING I DON'T KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING MIDDLE NAME MALFOY, I AM TALKING TO YOU!" you could practically see the steam coming out of her ears, had this been a cartoon her face would be huge read and a vain would be threatening to pop.
At this he looked up, he was afraid that it couldn't be avoided, oh but he was sure he was in for a hell of a talking.
