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Chapter 8
New Place & Shopping
Christmas holidays had started. Though Hermione was sad that there would be no studies, she was glad that she would at last get a chance to furnish her new flat which her parents her gifted her.
"-yes, my flat is on 18th floor" Hermione said as she carefully lowered her trunk.
"We'll come soon" Harry said. Hermione smiled.
"MERLIN!" a voice screamed, which had the familiarity of-
"Ronald" Hermione said as she tried to carefully mask her amusement but giggle escaped. Blame it on Ron as he had dropped his trunk the fifth time on his foot.
"You saw Dragon?" Hermione asked.
"Search" Harry replied.
And so Hermione did. She searched for glistening white blond hair. The sunlight shining on the hair, giving it the appearance of gold, and that oh so rumored soft and silky-
"STOP IT HERMIONE GRANGER" Hermione hissed to herself. "This is getting uncontrollable" the sensible part of Hermione's brain said.
"Hermione?" a voice said. Hermione shook herself from her thoughts and looked. Draco was standing there with an eyebrow raised and a concern expression.
"I am going mad..." a voice said in Hermione's mind.
"I was searching for you" Hermione said ignoring the voice who prodding her to go, run fast to him and hug him. He smirked and opened his mouth but was cut off by Ron.
"Are you coming or not?" Ron asked leaning from the window. Hermione nodded and jumped on the train.
It had been 2 days since holidays had started.
Hermione stood in front of the door of her new flat, trying to find her key.
Finally.
She opened it and was greeted by a spacious living room. She dropped her bags, closed the door and walked around. The balcony was perfect which would fit 2 chairs and a small table. 3 bedroom. Perfect with 3 bathrooms.
Knock Knock
"COMING!" Hermione hollered.
She opened the door. "Dragon?" she asked. Draco stood their with a sheepish smile on his face.
Something is wrong.
"May I come in?" he asked.
"Sure"
"Spacious flat" Draco commented. Hermione beamed.
"Mum and Dad bought it for me. What happened?" Hermione asked.
"Do I get straight to point?"
"Yep"
"Could I stay her with you?
Hermione's jaw dropped and her eyes bugged out. Live with her?!
"Please? I can't stay in the manor because..." he trailed of. Realization dawned in Hermione's eyes.
"The memories?" she whispered.
Draco gulped. "Yes"
"Sure, it will be awesome. I was really thinking that 2 bedrooms will go waste"
"2 bedrooms?!" Draco said, aghast.
"Yes, why?" Hermione questioned.
"Won't 2 bedrooms be too much for a single person?"
Hermione laughed merrily. Draco had changed much more than she thought.
"Oh. by the way Dragon, your things?"
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Mum asked you to accept something"
"Which is?"
"A house elf"
Hermione narrowed her eyes. Elf? No.
"I mean, I know you don't want a house elf, but for me please?"
Hermione thought for a moment.
"Will she live here?" she asked finally.
"Up to you" Draco answered.
"Ummmmmm... Maybe it could come whenever you want and whatever you say, BUT NO MUCH WORK DRACO MALFOY, but it will be waste if she lives here" Hermione said.
Draco nodded. "RIPPLE!"
A tiny house elf came. "Yes master?" she squeaked.
"Hermione, can ask you something?"
"You jut did"
"Hermioineeeeeeeee"
"Yes"
"Can I bring items from my room?"
"And what does your room have?"
"A desk, a bed, a cupboard, some cabinets, some pictures and some other small things"
"Okay, but you shrink them a bit or we-"
"-expand the room" Draco finished satisfied and turned to Ripple "Ripple, could you please get the things in my bedroom?"
"Yes master!" Ripple squeaked yet again and disapparated.
"We need lights, switches, paint cans for rooms, brushes, kitchen things, gas, sofa, armchairs, two chairs and small table for the balcony, computer, dinning table and a TV and ACs" Hermione reeled off. Draco grimaced. He positevly hated shopping.
"What colors should we take for the walls?" he asked.
"Blue for living room, brown for dinning room, beige for kitchen, red for my room, green for your room, grey for guest room, cream for bathrooms and white for roofs" Hermione replied dumping each can in the trolley. Draco raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Hermione said defensevliy "They are my favourite colors!"
"Yeah sure" Draco said and walked to the sofa collection.
"I like this black one" he said.
"No, sky blue one" Hermione said.
And so the bickering started.
"I said black"
"Sky blue!"
"Black!"
"Sky blue"
"What do you know about decorating?"
"I know nothing but my taste is good"
"Black!"
"Sky blue!"
Draco, now finally frustated slapped a hand on Hermione mouth.
"Black" he whispered. Not knowing what possessed her, Hermione nodded. Draco smugly walked to a salesman.
"Do we really have to carry these?" Draco wheezed as he tried to carry the thing that could be carried.
"Yes" Hermione replied walking faster.
Grumbling, Draco made his way. Hermione pressed the elevator button for 18.
"Ahhh... I love this travelling box" Draco said and left the bags. Hermione stifled her laugh but a snort made it's way. She fished out the key when they reached. She dumped everything.
"You know that the other things will be here in a few hours, right?" Hermione asked carefully.
"Yes" Draco replied in the same tone.
"Don't you think we should paint the house right now?"
Draco stopped in his tracks, one foot hovering in the air.
"Noooooo" Draco whined.
"Yes" Hermione finalized by picking up the grey paint can. They worked steadily through the 3 bedrooms and bathrooms, kitchen and dinning room. Hermione was growing tired but was in no mood to take a rest down. As she was painting the wall where the door was, a strand of hair escaped her ponytail and came in front of her eyes. She blew it. No luck. Again. No. She stood in on the top of the ladder with the can of paint in her left hand and the blue paintbrush in her blue hand. She finished the wall, no no, scratch that, she finished the whole house. But not that strand of hair,
A hand came brushed it behind her ear. She turned behind and saw Draco, their lips inches from each other. A warm and fuzzy feeling enveloped her stomach. The ladder suddenly slipped from it's place making Hermione following on Draco, Draco on floor and the paint can on them, making them blue with the extra paint. They laughed. After a few minutes, Hermione got up and stood in the middle of the living room and admired her work. Draco walked beside her.
What Hermione did not know was that on the same place where she is standing, something will be there which would destroy her world.
A.N.: I know you must be thinking "From. Where. Did. That. Come?!" Well, considering the last line, this house, or rather flat is kinda important. Please don't be angry on me :(
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