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Malfoy waited some what impatiently outside Hermione's motor home. He knew people were inside, he could hear them rustling around, but no one seemed to have heard his knock. He knocked again louder and heard voices this time.
"Someone is at the door."
"Who is it?"
"I don't know; I can't look through walls."
"Well then answer it."
"I don't want to answer it, you answer it."
"I'll answer it, jeez," came a third voice.
Malfoy had to hide his irritation at that argument when the door was opened by Lupin with a big cup of coffee in his hand.
Lupin looked surprised, "Oh, well good morning Mr. Malfoy."
"Good morning, professor," Malfoy nodded.
"I'm not a professor anymore, call me Lupin," he smiled.
"Uh, sure, um…is Hermione up yet?" he asked looking away.
"Actually no, which is odd since she is a morning person, would you like to wake her up?" Lupin asked nonchalantly.
Malfoy's head snapped up, "You would let me do that?" he asked suspiciously.
"Why not? She's a grown girl, and besides, you guys are dating, so why not?" Lupin took a sip of his coffee.
"So much for a secret," Malfoy muttered as Lupin held the door open for him.
"It was never a secret Malfoy, you two were too obvious to make it a secret," Lupin said off-handedly and sat down in one of the recliners.
Ron and Harry sat at the center island in the kitchen area. Harry nodded in greeting and Ron just glared at him. Malfoy quirked an eyebrow and headed down the hall…and then realized he didn't know which room was hers.
"Third on the right," came Harry's voice.
Malfoy opened her door slowly, making sure he wasn't walking in on her dressing. When he saw a lump curled up in the covers on the bed, he entered all the way and closed the door with a quiet click.
He looked around her room and was surprised yet again. Posters covered the walls of motorcycles and bands that he assumed she listened to. There were areas between posters that were filled with pictures. He walked up to the biggest collage of pictures which was to the right of her bed, going up and around her headboard. They were mostly pictures of the group but he picked out the odd one of her family, at least he assumed they were her family. He looked at the pictures a little longer, still trying to figure out how know it all Granger became this Bad-Ass motorcycle chick that kicked his ass. A small smile curved his lips as he thought about her.
He finally looked down at her on the bed and his breath caught. She was cuddled up to a black pillow, her hair spread out behind her, her hand fisted around the edge of the pillow she was cuddled to, her face was relaxed and her lips parted slightly. He swallowed hard, she looked amazing when she slept, and it took all of his self-control not to reach out and touch her. How he wished he could be the pillow she was curled around, to have her body pressed against his, for her to wake up in his arms. He thought about how he would wake her up in that situation; lightly caress her arm, press soft kisses to the top of her head, then the hand that would be laying over his chest, then he would shift down so that he could kiss her softly on her forehead, then her cheeks, her eyelids, her nose, and last her lips.
Malfoy smacked himself in the forehead, god he was so stupid. Two days, two freaking days they had been on 'friendly' terms and he was already thinking about them waking up together. More than friendly, he thought as he looked down at her again. He had touched her, kissed her, couldn't get enough of her. What was wrong with him? She was like a drug, a few times and your hooked.
He finally gave in, and kneeling down, resting his head on the pillow she was cuddled up to, he caressed the outstretched arm. He watched as goose bumps appeared on her arms, from his feather light touches. She began to move and he looked at her face, to see if she was awake, she wasn't, and merely rolled over away from the side of the bed he was on, and stretched out on her back, the covers pulled down by her legs. She was wearing a white Panic! At The Disco t-shirt and dark blue sleep shorts.
He moved the pillow from the side of the bed and propped it against the headboard, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Hermione, wake up," he whispered, rubbing her arm softly again. He sighed when he got no response.
He decided to be a little more daring, he scooted farther up onto the bed, and putting his arms on either side of her, he leaned down slowly and kissed her forehead—no reaction. Her cheek—no reaction. Her nose—no reaction. Finally, skipping her eyelids, he kissed her lightly on the mouth, and was scared shitless when she responded hotly. He jumped off the bed quickly and stood against the wall, his heart beating so hard it felt like it would beat right out of his chest, he placed his hand over his heart and tried to calm his breathing.
"Damn woman," he gasped, "give me a freaking heart attack why don't you?"
Hermione propped herself up on her elbows, a bright smile curving her lips, "Sorry." She gave him a few moments to calm down before patting the space next to her on the bed.
He sat down and angled his body toward her.
"Take off your shoes and sit with me," she added.
He sighed, but took off his shoes and swinging his legs up onto her black sheets he leaned against her headboard.
"That was a really nice way to wake up," she looked at him, and scooting closer, put her head on his shoulder.
"Glad you liked it," he said, and she laughed.
"I didn't mean to scare you, maybe I should have responded more gently," she rubbed his chest in a comforting way.
"That would have been nice, seeing as how you almost killed me," he smiled down at her.
"Aw, you liked it, I'm sure. You were just surprised."
"I didn't really have time to enjoy it," he smirked down at her.
"Hmm," she looked up at him, "I think I can fix that."
Their lips met in a heated kiss, their hands going to the other to hold them in place. Malfoy's hand pressed against her shoulder, trying to pull her to him more, and Hermione let out a pained gasp.
Malfoy immediately let go, "What's wrong?"
"Bruise," she breathed. "I think that's the shoulder I landed on."
"You told me last night you weren't seriously hurt anywhere else," Malfoy scolded. "Let me see," he added and sat up.
"I told you I was bruised, and I am, that just happens to be the worst bruise," she sighed and turned around so he could look at her back.
"Is it ok if I lift up your shirt?" Malfoy asked as he picked up the edge of her shirt.
"Yeah," she said.
He lifted it up until he could see her shoulder blade, while Hermione held the front down over her chest.
"What does it look like?" she asked, she had looked at it last night in her dresser mirror, but it was just the start of the bruise. She knew it would be worse today.
"It's black and blue, I think you broke blood vessels," he touched the area lightly, it was warm to the touch.
"I wouldn't doubt it; I hit the ground pretty hard. Is it really dark?"
"Yeah, you should probably have Rick heal it," his eyes briefly left the bruise on her shoulder to look at her back, checking for other bruises. He found little ones here and there, but there was another big one he could see coming up from her shorts line, her hip was bruised.
"No, it would be weird for me to come out of that and have no bruises that show," she said and felt his hand on her hip.
"You have a bruise on your hip too."
"Yeah, it was uncomfortable last night."
Malfoy sighed, he leaned in to kiss her shoulder lightly, and just as his lips touched the door slammed open and Ron stomped into the room.
"What the hell do you think you're doing to Hermione?" Ron yelled.
Malfoy looked at him blankly, "Looking at her bruises." He let Hermione's shirt fall.
"That's Rick's job, not yours," Ron was red in the face.
"Calm down Ron, he is allowed to see my injuries if he wants," Hermione's voice was calm, but annoyed.
"Ron, what are you doing?" came Harry's angry voice, from down the hall.
"He was touching her, Harry."
"You aren't her mother, Ron. She's a grown woman, if she wants Malfoy to touch her then you don't have a say. Now leave them alone," Harry yanked Ron out of the room by his arm. "Sorry Hermione," he added before closing the door.
Hermione sighed, and walked slowly back to the bed, and sat on the edge.
"Well, that was pleasant," Malfoy said sarcastically.
Hermione shook her head and crawled up onto her bed and laid down, her head on her pillow. "It's not just about you being his enemy…" she pressed her hands against her eyes.
"Oh," Malfoy moved down on the bed next to her, lying on his side facing her, his head propped up on his arm.
"He's liked me for a long time, but never did anything about it. He barely talked to me when I was dating Eric, and now that I'm dating you, he's furious the whole time. He hates you because of school, and now I'm sure he hates you ten times more because I chose you over him." She sighed again.
"He's like a brother to me; I would feel weird dating him. I like him as a friend and only as a friend, and I've told him that, but I think it just goes in one ear and out the other." She moved her hands and looked at Malfoy.
He leaned down and kissed her gently and decided to change the subject, "What are you going to do about Pansy?"
"I don't know, I'm not good with confrontations, I have an incredibly bad temper and I lose it when I get mad."
"Yeah, I don't fancy you punching me again. You have a mean right hook," he smiled and kissed her again.
Hermione laughed, "I think that was the maddest I have ever been at someone."
"Oh, that makes me feel much better," Malfoy frowned but his eyes were playful.
"Good, it should," she smiled.
He leaned down and kissed her lingeringly, smiling when she kept her eyes closed.
"Stop teasing me," she said and grabbing his head she pulled him down to meet her lips again.
Hermione and Malfoy emerged from her room a little while later to Lupin sitting on the couch reading the Daily Prophet and nursing a cup of coffee.
"Ah, so you finally decided to come out of your room I see," Lupin said without taking his eyes off the Daily Prophet.
"Yeah, we're hungry," replied Hermione walking over to the fridge. "Uh…where's all the food?" The fridge was empty save for a few cans of Coke, a bottle of beer and what looked like moldy cheese, at least she hoped that's what it was.
"You have the guys to thank for that, they wanted a feast for breakfast which included the rest of the food in the ridge, which wasn't much anyway."
"What did they have?" Hermione asked.
"Eggs, and toast," Lupin said without looking up. "I'm going shopping later in the afternoon."
Hermione turned to Malfoy who had taken a seat at the center island on one of the stools. "I guess we're eating out."
"Sounds good to me, there's a Denny's in town," he hopped of the stool and moved toward the door.
"See ya later Lupin," Hermione called and Lupin just raised his cup.
"Walk or ride?" Malfoy asked when they were standing outside.
"Let's walk, it's not that far." Hermione smiled and grabbed Malfoy's hand.
Hermione couldn't help but smile the whole way. She was having a lot of fun talking to Malfoy about random things. She was sort of surprised, she never thought in a million years that she would be talking to Malfoy and laughing at his jokes. Then again, she never would have thought that she would be kissing him either, oh and how good the kissing was.
The diner was busy when they arrived, the waiters and waitresses running from table to table to get orders or deliver plates. Hermione and Malfoy sat at the last booth left, which happened to be at the front of the diner; Hermione took the seat facing the door.
"Do you know what you want?" Malfoy asked after awhile of looking at his menu trying to decide.
"Yes," Hermione put down her menu and pushed it to the side.
"And?" he looked over the menu at her.
"Two pancakes with two pieces of sausage, two pieces of bacon, and a side of hash browns with a glass of orange juice," Hermione smiled.
Malfoy raised his eyebrow and smiled slightly before disappearing behind his menu again.
Just then a skinny, middle aged woman with graying hair and a stern face walked up to them. "Are you ready to order?" she asked.
"Yes," Malfoy replied and gestured for Hermione to go first.
She repeated her order to the waitress and looked at Malfoy who said, "I'll have the same."
"Your order will be right up," she replied and walked away to the next table.
More light talk ensued after the waitress left. It was mostly about how Hermione was leaving tomorrow and where she was going. Malfoy had to admit, he was going to miss spending time with her. His mates had been getting irritated that he spent practically no time with them and he knew this time away from her would help that go away. They talked about meeting in Florida after Hermione went to Arizona and Malfoy went to California.
Their food came twenty minutes later while they were laughing at a story Malfoy was telling.
The waitress plopped their plates and drinks in front of them and with a none too enthusiastic "Enjoy" walked off to the kitchen.
"I wonder if she realizes her job requires her to be 'nice' to people," Malfoy asked as he poured syrup on his pancakes.
"Doesn't really matter," Hermione replied as she took a sausage.
They ate mostly in silence, talking every once in awhile. The waitress came by one more time to refill their orange juice and give them their receipt.
"I have sufficiently dined," Hermione smiled and stretched.
"I see that," Malfoy laughed; her plates were clean. "Are you ready to go?"
"If you're done, then yeah."
"Yup, let's go." They slide out of the booth and walked over to the register, and showed the man at the counter their receipt.
"Thank you for breakfast," Hermione said as they walked out of the diner. She took his hand and smiled up at him.
"My pleasure," he smiled down at her before bending down and kissing the top of her head.
"Aw, isn't that gross?"
Both Hermione's and Malfoy's smiles disappeared and they looked up. Pansy and Eric were walking down the street toward them. Malfoy frowned and his grip tightened on Hermione's hand while she just stood there and smirked.
"Well if it isn't Dumb and Dumber. What can we do for you ladies?" Hermione asked.
"Watch it Granger, or you'll be having my fist for breakfast," Pansy barked at her.
"I already had breakfast and I'm quite full, so I'll take a rain check," Hermione said simply and turned to Eric. "What's the matter Eric, are you going to let your girlfriend do all the talking for you? Oh, that's right, you don't have a mind of your own, sorry, I forgot."
Eric moved like he was going to jump at her but Hermione just stood there and smiled while Malfoy tensed next to her. A couple people walked by and looked at the group curiously.
When they were past, Hermione continued. "Pansy, I'm surprised you are giving a muggle the time of day. What happened to being an almighty Slytherin, I bet your parents are ashamed to have you as a daughter."
"Shut up, mudblood!" Pansy screamed and lunged at Hermione, her wand appearing in her hand.
Hermione raised her right hand and her bracelet disappeared; her wand appearing in her hand. At the same time a hand shot out and grabbed Pansy's wrist.
"Try it again Parkinson and you lose it," Malfoy growled.
Hermione continued, not having blinked when Pansy came at her, the smile still on her face, "I see there is some truth to my words." As she lowered her arm her wand disappeared and her bracelet reappeared. "I have an idea, instead of hashing it out here with fists and what not like children, why don't we take it to the track?"
"Is that your solution for every thing? Racing?" Eric growled.
"No, but it beats having to incapacitate you two and then trying to figure out what to do with you," Hermione laughed.
"Like you could," Pansy shot back.
Hermione raised her arm, her wand appearing again, "Would you like to try me? You of all people should know that you are no match for me." She lowered her arm satisfied as Eric took a step back.
"Fine, a race then," Pansy ground out.
"Excellent, meet at the track at 10 sharp, you'll know the rules then," she grabbed Malfoy's hand again and began to walk past the couple.
"You're mine, Hermione!" Eric called after her.
Hermione stopped and turned to look at him, "Oh Eric, you were never able to beat me, what makes you think you're any better now?" She smiled before turning back around and continued walking with Malfoy.
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