Not Yours to Keep

Summary: Truth Potion gone wrong! Draco has full control over Hermione as an effect of it. Secrets and naughty thoughts spill out in this story as two people from different backgrounds come together in this dramatic romance!

Chapter ELEVEN: Across the Universe

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SUMMARY: The trio has always done things together…fought together, learned together and conquered together. However, as the War takes a bite into their lives, and they find ways to cope with it, Hermione Granger has her own quirks and ails to fight off! Having Draco Malfoy as a roommate in a large Tower comes with some difficulty! When Malfoy realizes that "Hating the Mudblood" was a thing of the pass, he's given the biggest opportunity ever--to get her knickers in a twist before she falls for someone else.

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me
Jai guru de va om

Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

--the Beatles/Fiona Apple

She walked about like a zombie for a month now. She suddenly forgot how to apply makeup, tame her always wild hair, and even how to do her Head Girl duties. Draco Malfoy has erased her completely from his life, and she was feeling the sting from it.

Hermione secretly found herself wishing she was still under the truth serum spell. She wanted Draco back in her life, even if he had to control her. She'd rather be a submissive child, than a lonely and afraid one. She knew that the feeling went against every fiber in her body, protesting such beliefs. Hermione was sitting in the library, mindlessly doodling an image on the side of her parchment, when these thoughts flooded her. She was spending her last hours avoiding Harry and Ron, waiting for the announcement for people to go home for the holidays. Hermione had never wanted to go home as much as she wanted to this year. She would be going home alone for the first time in three years, and she would also be feeling alone—for the first time in seven years.

"Hermione?" said a soft voice. She turned to see Ginny moving quietly towards her. She tensed as she surveyed the redhead. Her bright blue eyes shined about her freckled face, making Hermione want to dig her long nails into Ginny's face. Here was the girl who ruined her relationship with Harry Potter, and possibly Draco Malfoy. Here was the girl, who she never really took the liberty of getting to know well, but was trying her hardest to squeeze into an area that she herself never knew…Hermione's area.

"What is it?" she responded, placing her right wrist directly over the doodle. She had met Ginny's clear blue eyes with sturdy, focused brown ones.

"I just wanted to wish you a happy Christmas…I know you've been going through a tough time with Harry."

"And I hope you have a good time with Harry," she snapped back, "seeing that you've aided him through our tough time with so much pleasure!" Hermione suddenly jumped from her seat, as if she was burned. She snatched up her books and parchment, glaring at Ginny's shocked expression. "Wipe that look off your face, you boyfriend snatcher! Now bugger off, and never utter a word to me again."

"I'm sorry Hermione!" Ginny cried out, but she kept walking away, sickened by Ginny's lack of intelligence. "It's not my fault that you couldn't give him what he needed!" Ginny shot back. Hermione stopped in her tracks, her heart pounding wildly in her ribcage. She turned, dropping her books, and then pulled out her wand. A list of horrible charms ran through her head, and she finally decided on one. Before Ginny could react, she was slammed against a chair by the strength of Hermione's spell. Ginny whimpered as she nervously touched her face. Hermione went to pick up her books calmly, listening to Ginny cry as she felt the boils bubble and pop on her face. They wouldn't go away for about several hours, and Hermione made sure of that.

"Please, I would just like to get some rest before I leave," Hermione said, closing the door on an angry Ron. She had been fighting with herself all day with unsteady feelings about her departure. She still couldn't believe how fast the holidays had approached, as she spent many of her days in fear, locked tightly in her room. Sometimes she would cry in sheer confusion. She would ask whatever power above her for help, and curse the day she helped Neville in Potions. She cursed ever being near Malfoy, ever falling in love with him, and never placing her love in Harry, someone who had hurt her badly because of her lack of respect. But as of now, she had a shrilly Ron on her hands. He knocked on her bedroom door.

"I just want to help!" he shouted through the door. When he realized he wasn't going to ease his way in through yelling, he grew softer. "I just want to talk to you Herms…I haven't talked to you in ages, and Harry is hardly around…I'm just so alone Hermione." She melted as she heard the sadness in Ron's voice. She cracked open her door to see intent blue eyes staring down at her. She saw his sister in his face, and felt a whirl of anger swell inside her, but she had to remember that pass the eyes and the freckles, he was Ronald, Ron, not just Weasley.

"Ron, you know how sorry I am! I'm so sorry I hurt you this year…" she whispered softly. She led him into the room to an armchair by the fireplace. She smoothed back the throw placed on the arm of it so he could sit back comfortably. She couldn't help the guilt inside of her now.

"I know, this year has been extremely different for me, seeing you and Harry less…it hurts," Ron muttered. He glanced around Hermione's room, and then stared at her once again. "I know what my sister did was wrong, but Hermione…please be honest…how long has this Malfoy thing been going on?" Ron's gaze had become determined and focused on her face. She could feel the blood in her body run hot with heat and shame.

"Since school started, roughly."

Ron released a hissing sigh as he closed his eyes against her admission.

"I'm sorry Ron!" she cried out, "I just wanted to feel again…I just wanted to feel something…" she whispered. Ron opened his eyes and walked over to her. He grabbed her about the shoulder, and brought her close to him. He hugged her tightly before he released her.

"I don't know what's happening this year, but I hope that when you come back, it'll be better." Ron's voice shook, but his intense eyes never wavered. He turned and left her tower.

Hermione sat on her bed, trying to understand what her next move would be. But she saw that her trunk was still at the end of her bed, and she needed to move it out into the common room so the elves could retrieve it. She got up and began to drag her luggage out into the hall, tripping every few seconds. She stopped to catch her breath after a few seconds, and sat next to her luggage on the stairs. She had closed her eyes and allowed for her head to rest against the wall. She was so tired, and so scared. She allowed herself to cry from mere frustration. Without remembering that she had locked her wand in her luggage, she slipped into an uneasy sleep against the wall.

In her sleepy stupor, she felt someone was above her, lifting her head up. A cold glass pressed against her lips, and she tasted sweet lemons and berries as it tipped back. As this person lifted her off the ground, she suddenly felt weak as she wrapped her legs around this person's narrow waist. She had wrapped her arms around these familiar shoulders and nestled her head against his neck, feeling the brush of his uncut hair. The person was carrying her back up the stairs, easily avoiding the trunk on the stairs.

"I'm sorry," the person whispered, "I'm sorry about what I did to you." Hermione shook herself, realizing she was in Draco's room. She felt his hand pressed against her forehead, as he stroked his fingers through her hair.

"I'm sorry too…" she whispered. He kissed her on her forehead now, and she sat up in his bed, getting a better look at him.

"I don't know what's happening anymore…I know that I can't have you, now that you're not under the potion, but I need you…I need you more than ever, just like before," Draco whispered. "I wanted to hurt you, when I realized I couldn't have you any way, or make you think the way I do…I wanted to…but I can't, not anymore…" he whispered. Hermione glanced down at her folded hands.

"What about those horrible things we said to each other? Could any of that ever be forgiven?" she asked. She didn't trust herself right then and there, believing that she would make a mistake. The drowsiness from her sleep was taking over, and all she wanted to do was lay back down and relax. She was silently slipping away, and Draco pulled at her fingers warmly.

"Under that truth serum, I only got a taste of what you've been feeling for months…I've been contemplating since then what to do, and this is it." He searched her drowsy eyes. "Do you love me Hermione?"

She fidgeted. Of course, she wanted to say she didn't know, or that she absolutely didn't, but there was a tug in her chest, prompting her to tell him the truth. "I love you so much!" she found herself crying out. She fell back onto his plush pillows, engulfed in the familiar scent of him.

"Do you want to be back with me?" again, the tug at her chest grew, and all she could do was spill what was in her heart.

"I want to, so bad…" she whispered, looking up at the top of his canopy bed. He leaned forward, now kissing her jaw line, egging her on.

"Could you forgive me?" he continued to ask, and she nodded, muttering her response. He had now taken off her shirt, and exposed her purple bra, pressing her pale breasts together. They shook as he pulled her down onto her back, unbuttoning her denim jeans. "Will you leave Potter for me?" he asked, and Hermione once again, without hesitation, muttered yes. She was down to her matching knickers as his voice played with her mind. Hermione felt the familiar excitement brewing in her lower abdomen, and wanted to feel the explosion behind it. However, she shook her head, trying to wave his words, but the impact was so strong, and the taste of lemons and berries made her tongue stick to the top of her mouth. She cringed as he climbed on top of her, straddling her hips as he messaged her body down. Hermione moaned as he gripped what amount of breasts he could fit in his hands, he watched as her face exploded with pure emotion.

"Do you like that?" he asked. But this time, Hermione felt the white hot pain that she had grown to adapt and manipulate.

"What are you doing to me?" she asked. "Why are you doing this?" Draco released her breasts and watched as she scurried to the headboard, pressing her back to it, and pulling a large pillow across her body to hide herself.

"Listen, I came here to help you, to help you decide against this hole you've gotten yourself into. D'you know what's happening Granger? Everything is falling apart!" he shouted, jumping from off the bed. He faced her and rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand. "We're falling apart," he stressed.

"But why do this to me again?"

"I had to; I had to…see what you truly felt."

"But why are you hurting me?" Draco sighed. "Why won't you just leave me, if I'm causing so many problems?"

"Damn it, Granger, it's not that simple." Her eyes went wide as she watched his shoulders shake. "I need you."

"Then take me, and I'll be there! Stop with the manipulation, and the potions." Draco caught the glint of her engagement ring on her left hand. He slowly got back on the bed, taking hold of her left wrist in his hands. He glared at the piece of white gold glimmering on her finger. He felt a slight discomfort about sitting so close to her, when all he wanted to do was shag her senseless.

"You know what Granger? You never told me how you found the cure to the spell…" he drawled, now twisting the ring on her finger. Her breathing had become ragged, and she opened her mouth as if to say something, and then closed it again. "Would you like to tell me?" She nodded.

"I had to convince myself you didn't own me, and that I wasn't yours to keep…I had to create a reversal charm, and I did it."

"Clever."

"Yeah, it was. It was better than any counter Snape could have made." Hermione could feel the affects of Draco's truth serum wearing off; she removed her hand from Draco's.

"So what do we do now?" he said, watching her face screw up with concentration.

"I have no idea…" she murmured against the pillow, which was now comfortably tucked under her chin. "I'm engaged to the Boy-Who-Lived. I simply can't turn away now."

"But I want you all to myself, I don't want to share you," he tenderly drew circles with his finger on her pale, bare thigh.

"I want to be in love Malfoy, I want to get married, have a family eventually…not fear for my life every waking moment. Voldemort and your father…they'll see to that." Draco flinched, having felt a nerve. She was telling the truth. There might have been some silence up until now, but the Dark Lord was still out there, Harry Potter was still the enemy, and mudbloods were creatures beneath Purebloods. He quickly removed his hand from her face.

"You're seventeen Granger…don't you think you should enjoy life, without these…complications and future desires?" he was now staring at the ground, wanting to avoid her piercing stare.

"I can't, if it's threatened everyday," she hesitated, "there's going to be a day, where you might have to pick up your wand and have me on the end of it," she whispered. He shot her a look of anger. "You know that if you absolutely have to, you'll kill me…there won't be love or relationships that prevent you from Voldemort or your Father's honor." Draco stood from the bed, and she moved away, but Draco had already snatched her up into his arms. She was now pressed against his chest.

"Stupid mudblood…" he muttered. "Stupid Granger…" She closed her eyes against his chest, not trusting herself to speak.

"Do you want to know something?" he asked. Hermione nodded. He pulled her back, and searched her face. "No matter how cold you might think I am, and oh, how cold I know I am Granger, don't get me wrong…I would have changed it all, for you." He now released her, bending down to pick up her discarded clothing. He pressed it into her chest, and she wrapped her arms around the clothes. "Announcement was made…you should get going."

She got off from his bed, and stood beside him, staring up into his grey eyes. Hurt immediately took over her, and she wanted to make up her mind, and not be afraid anymore. "I loved you." She decided on saying. He simply missed a blink and led her to the door.

"I still love you," he said, pushing her out the door, and shutting it behind her. Hermione glanced around the dark empty hallway, and made her way to room, to then make her way to the Hogwarts Express.

Draco sat on his bed for awhile. He had written his father earlier, declining to visit home, insisting that things needed to be done at school. He looked forward to his mom sending her usual care basket filled with goods and warm wool sweaters she made on her free time. Draco felt the pit of his stomach lurch, when he had found a large black bird perched in the Owl room, not eating or drinking, but staring directly at him as he awaited a response from his father. Draco had approached the bird with much hesitance, but it stuck its leg out, and he tore the note off of it.

Was it that hard telling the most evil man in the Wizarding World, aside from Voldemort, that you've fallen in love with a mudblood?

Draco,

May I remind you, that any business that you have reported to me will be given directly to the Dark Lord himself?

Thus, seeing that you have playfully indulged yourself in a half-breed, I order you to stop immediately. Turning you in would be the last thing on my mind. You've angered me, Draco. I don't want to hear about this anymore, or there will be consequences. You will come home for Easter Holiday, and you will receive the greatest honor known to Purebloods, you will get the mark. There will be no hesitation on my part, if you refuse it, I will see to it that you are killed, heir or no heir. I will not let you shame this family. If I find out that you are still seeing this person, I will make sure that I see to this person's termination.

Your mother sends her warmest,

Lucius

His seventh year had been complicated by too many things. His father's threats only added to his frustration. Draco didn't care anymore; he wanted to be happy, for once. He didn't care who he was hurting in the process. As he sat on his bed, thinking about all the mistakes he's made. He had to trick Hermione, because he's breaking up, he's losing his mind. Draco thought about his plan to ruin her, and to break the trio apart, but in the pit of his stomach, he realized that this girl had given herself to him; he took her body, her mind and broke in her soul. He couldn't believe what she had said to him. Draco knew that if it came down to it, he would have to kill her, but he didn't want to. Three months ago, it would have been simple, but now…now he has memories to block that idea.

He glanced at his watch and swore. "Shit." He jumped up from his bed, tossed in as much stuff he could into his trunk while shrinking it, and left.

"Hermione baby!" said a loud voice. Hermione turned to see her favorite muggle friend standing beside her father. He busily chatted on his cell phone as he waved her over, while Alex squirmed beside him. He was the only one who knew about her witchery background, and honestly, she enjoyed being able to talk about it to someone.

She made her way to her father and Alex, throwing her arms around them both. Her father smiled at her while he continued on the phone. Alex however, started chatting, taking her trolley and bags from her and pushing it for her. Hermione sighed happily, knowing that for a good three weeks, she could be normal.

"So any boyfriends?" he asked. Hermione was brought back to earth. She stumbled and nearly fell, but her father grabbed her quickly, slipping his phone into his pocket.

"Careful dear, you almost fell!" he said. He took out his car keys as they entered the parking lot.

"Um…well Alex," Hermione refused to say anything about her engagement. "Yeah. Sort of."

"Oh, are you still dating Harry, dear?" her father asked. She nodded and stood in front of her father's silver BMW. He glanced around to make sure no one was near them. "Okay, go ahead dear."

Hermione pulled out her wand, and cast a simple shrinking charm on her luggage. She was able to place them in her pockets. She sat in the back with Alex, who had moved in with her parents when she left. He was one of her friends from when she was in nappies, and he needed a place to stay to attend the nearest school. He went to the University now, being old enough. He kissed her on her cheek as he father went back to being on the phone.

"I've missed you missy," he whispered in her ear.

"Me too."

"How's the witchcraft going?" he asked casually. Hermione smiled and glanced out the window of the car, watching the people of London walk through the building snow.

"It's magnificent, actually. I'm trying to enjoy my last year. I really am looking forward to starting a career in the Wizarding World."

"Will you be living there?" he asked.

"Of course, I'll be living there…it's my second home."

"Can I stay with you?" Hermione gave him a dubious look.

"Alex, it's the Wizarding World. Where would you work? What about the University?"

"I hate going to school here, Hermione! I could come with you, the lousy squib I am!" he laughed. Hermione rolled her eyes. Another thing about Alex was that he was a well-known squib. His parents were both witches and wizards who decided to move into the muggle world, with muggle careers, with a magically born, yet muggle-taught son. Hermione sometimes taught him a couple of tricks when they were alone together. He knew how to duel, and knew some fun spells to throw around. "I could stay with you and your boyfriend, I would even find a job somewhere…and we would be able to live happily…" he pleaded. Hermione didn't know what to say, so she gave him a tight lip smile.

"I'll think about it."

"Good, that's all I need Hermione," he said happily, sitting back in his seat.

"So, where am I sleeping?" Hermione asked.

"In your room of course, we haven't remodeled it yet. The baby's room is done, and so is the kitchen, we have yet to start on our own bedrooms. Of course your mum wanted to come with, but she's getting so big, it would wear her out." Hermione shrugged as her father talked to her through the rearview mirror.

"She's like what now? Eight months?" Her father nodded. "Still can't believe I'm going to have a sibling 17 years younger than me. You and mum are too old."

"Honey, we had you early, don't forget. I just turned 38!" he laughed. "I'll be able to still jump around and swing the baby when he's old enough."

Hermione stayed silent for the rest of the trip home. Alex had cracked open a magazine, skimming the pages for latest fashions for the aspiring young adult. Hermione during this time, decided to look over what time has done for Alex. His dark brown hair had grown, but he had it stylishly cut, so his bangs hung over his bright blue eyes. They were different from any type of blue eyes she'd ever seen. They were dark and bright at the same time. Sometimes they would look so frozen; Hermione would shake under their gaze. He had gotten taller, miraculously. He usually stood about 5'10, but seemed to have finally reached 6 feet. He was wearing nicely fitted muggle jeans and a band shirt. He glanced up from his magazine and caught her staring at him and smiled knowingly. "Don't worry…I guess I have that affect on many girls." Hermione slapped him playfully on the shoulder.

They were now parking in the drive-thru. Hermione had stepped out of the car and looked around the outside of the house. Everything was covered in snow and had Christmas lights glistening on it. She smiled when she saw the fake snowman and Saint Nicholas on the front yard.

"Already preparing for the baby memories, I assume?" she asked quietly, walking up the steps of the house. Her mother pulled open the door, and nearly ran to her daughter, but Hermione stopped her, and instead came to her. "Mum…" Hermione whispered, hugging her mother tightly. The other woman's round stomach got in the way, but Hermione was still able to wrap her arms around.

"Hermione, dear…welcome home, we've missed you so much!" she cried, holding her daughter's hand, she led her inside. "Oh, you have a visitor, too. Make it quick, maybe your friend would like to stay for dinner?" She said, pulling her into the lavished sitting room. "We'll be in the kitchen, okay?" Ms. Granger asked.

She gasped as she saw who sat on her favorite armchair. Alex swung beside her, placing his arms lovingly around her, kissing her cheek as Ms. Granger left the two alone with the guest.

"Welcome home!" he said, without seeing the stranger. "Oh…who is this?" he asked her. Hermione's mouth opened and closed several times.

"Who are you?" Malfoy asked. Hermione could see a tinge of pink cross his cheeks.

"How did you find me?" she asked fiercely.

"It's easy, when you're the Dark Lord's right hand man…" he said carelessly, investigating his nails.

"You bastard…" she breathed. "I don't need Death Eaters knowing my personal address!" Hermione screamed. Alex had released her now, and stepped in front of her.

"Back off, I'm not going to let you upset her…you…monster…" Alex said. Draco laughed.

"Who the bloody hell are you? Hermione?" he asked, glancing at her darkening eyes.

"He's my—my—lover!" Hermione shouted. Alex whipped his head around to stare at her. Draco's eyes narrowed.

"Isn't it enough that you have both Potter and I at your beck and call?" he asked angrily, jumping from his seat. Hermione pushed Alex's confusing form aside to meet Draco's challenge.

"No it's not Malfoy! The shags aren't as nearly enough for me, when you're off with dumb blondes and dirty sluts! You're nothing but a prick, a shallow, filthy—" Draco's lip immediately crashed down on Hermione's, backing her into the wall. Alex stumbled backwards.

"Shag me…" he pleads, as she jumped and wrapped her legs fully around his waist. Draco continued to kiss her as she moaned. Alex was now at her side, yanking Draco off of her. Hermione fell on her bum as Draco flew backwards and onto an ottoman. "BUGGER!" he shouted. Alex took long hard breaths as he pulled out Hermione's wand, which had fallen to the ground.

"I know my fair share of magic, okay!" he shouted. Draco shook his blond hair out of his face.

"Very protective," he panted. "Hermione, you sure pick them…" he said.

"I'm not her boyfriend, Harry Potter is. Now who are you?" Draco looked from Alex, to Hermione.

"You're still calling him your boyfriend? Wouldn't fiancé be more suitable?" he asked from across the room.

"You're engaged Hermione?" Alex asked, confused.

"STOP! STOP! Okay? Yes, I'm engaged! But Draco…oh Draco! I don't know what to do!" she cried from the ground.

"I meant what I said Granger! I'll change for you…you changed me…I don't want to be with the Dark Lord, I don't want to be with my Father, I want to be with you!" he shouted. Hermione gasped. "I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm so sorry! I never wanted to hurt you, I was just afraid I'd lose you to Potter! And he can't possibly see what he's been losing out on!"

"I'm sorry I told Dumbledore you raped me," she blurted, tears forming in her eyes.

"I'm sorry I ever forced you."

"I'm sorry I lied so many times."

"I'm sorry I used the Hufflepuff to hurt you."

"I'm sorry I ever told you I never loved you."

"I'm sorry for the truth serum."

"I'm sorry I didn't love you sooner…" she whispered. Draco stood from his seat, ignoring Alex, who had put down Hermione's wand, and crossed the room to gather her in his arms. She had pulled off her engagement ring, and dropped it to the floor. They began to kiss. Draco swept his sleek tongue across her lips, and began to suck on it. And Hermione dug her fingers into his blonde locks, yanking them hard. They sought for each other hungrily.

"Um…I guess I'll leave you two?" Alex asked. When he saw no response, he left the room, closing the door behind him so no one would enter.

Draco had slipped his hand between their bodies, and had started to unbutton her jeans for the second time today.

"The sofa…the sofa…" she murmured against his lips. Draco pulled her from off the wall, and carried her to the sofa, where they were sprawled out on. He pulled her jeans and knickers down, and then continued to pull down his trousers. He saw the many pillows on the sofa, and removed them, giving him more space. He moved above her and smoothly entered her. Hermione cried out. She hadn't been touched since Halloween, and she had forgotten the feeling. She whimpered, but he reassuringly stroked her face with his other hand, waiting for her to adjust to their position. Draco slowly pulled out and pushed back in, and Hermione lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. She vaguely remembered that she was in her parent's house and not on a random sofa in her common room. She didn't care. Instead, she went to grab at Draco's arse, pulling him closer to her as she wrapped her legs around him tighter. He moved deep inside her, and she began to shake under him. "Draco, erhm…" she gasped. "Draco…" He covered her lips with his briefly and released a moan. He gasped when she took one of his hands that was firmly placed on her hips and brought it above her head, entangled with hers. She closed her eyes and rocked forward, into Draco. He gasped at her sudden change and enjoyed being entangled in her. Her legs began to shake around him as he groaned. He was about to climax, and kissed Hermione firmly, moaning in her mouth instead. When he came, he brought Hermione along with him, who released a piercing scream.

He was still inside her, well spent, but still hard when her father came in.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" he shouted, watching Draco pull out of his daughter, grabbed his cloak from off the arm of the sofa, and draped it across Hermione. He pulled his jeans up, with the most humiliated and guilty look spread across his face, he zipped up. Hermione began to shake as she saw the anger seeping from her father.

"Da-Da-Dadd!" she cried out. Alex had now entered the room with her father, his cheeks turning red as Hermione pulled her jeans up and stuffed her knickers in her pocket, while the cloak was used as her shield. "I'm s-s-s-orry…"

"Oh my God," he huffed, covering his eyes in disbelief. "Just…just go to your room, please…" he murmured. Hermione stood, clenched Draco's cloak to her chest, and grabbed Draco's arm.

"C'mon…" she whispered, but her father stopped her.

"No. He stays here." Hermione glanced back at her father, and nodded, moving away from Draco, and went out of the room into the open foyer and up the stairs to the second floor.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Draco Malfoy." Mr. Granger eyes grew wide with shock.

"That Death Eater's son?" he asked wildly. Draco nodded. "What are you doing with my daughter, a muggleborn?"

Draco cleared his throat, "I love her," he mumbled. His face grew dark with distrust.

"What happened between her and Harry?"

"I don't know what's going on between them, but it's nothing good." Mr. Granger continued to give him a hard look. Obvious disgust was written on his face as he surveyed Draco's sweaty blond hair, his dark green sweater, and his black slacks. He hated this boy, and wanted him out of his house. The smell on sex lingered, and the realization that the scent came from his daughter and this "boy" made him sick. He couldn't believe that Hermione would disrespect his house in that way, so he blamed this solely on the Malfoy-boy.

"This is your fault…you've corrupted my daughter!" Mr. Granger accused. "My daughter was a virgin! You took away the most important thing for a girl, in her parent's house, on a bloody sofa! Have you no respect?" Mr. Granger roared at the young boy. Instead of Draco cowering away like before, he coolly replaced it with an eerie calmness.

"I never meant to disrespect you or your daughter. I've missed her; I wanted to show her how much I love her. I'm sorry if it was at the wrong place or time." Before Mr. Granger had time to respond, Alex had stepped from behind him with his own questions.

"Why is Hermione with you?"

"You have to ask her that," he grinned.

Mr. Granger couldn't believe the mess that had been dumped squarely in his sitting room. "Where are your things?" Draco dug in his sweater pocket, and pulled out two small, long wooden boxes. Mr. Granger sighed and peered out the window. A blizzard had begun to swirl about the neighborhood. "You can stay here…but in the guest room…Alex will be keeping an eye on you, and you will NOT see my daughter alone." He then took a few steps toward Draco. "Don't think, for one second that I forgot what I saw…I will strangle you with my hands, all magic aside, if I ever see that again," he growled. Draco nodded fearfully. "Good. Alex, show him to his room."

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The trio has always done things together…fought together, learned together and conquered together. However, as the War takes a bite into their lives, and they find ways to cope with it, Hermione Granger has her own quirks and ails to fight off! Having Draco Malfoy as a roommate in a large Tower comes with some difficulty! When Malfoy realizes that "Hating the Mudblood" was a thing of the pass, he's given the biggest opportunity ever--to get her knickers in a twist before she falls for someone else.