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Chapter 21

Hermoine

I awoke the next morning, snuggled up against a warm jacket, and huddled under a huge blanket. I opened my eyes, one at a time, and saw a room covered in white. A small bedside table sat beside the huge bed I was sleeping on. The only thing that wasn't white was a banner that hung on the wall. A Slytherin banner.

I shot up, the blanket dropping down to my waist. I glanced down. I was wearing a loose blue shirt. Ron didn't own anything like this.

Then I remembered the previous night. Images came flying back into my head. Ron had cheated on me with Lavender. I had left the apartment, angry. Then I'd gone back…. And flooed somewhere. No. I couldn't have flooed to….

"Granger?" A voice said from the doorway. I looked up. I had. I had gone to Malfoy's home.

"What…" I muttered. "How… why am I here?"

He leaned in the doorway. He was shirtless, and his sweatpants hung low on his waist. His muscles were very defined. Better than Ron's, I noted.

He seemed to be contemplating something. I watched mixed emotions flick through his eyes, but they never showed on his face. I watched as he rubbed his hand along his jaw, which I had learned was a thoughtful gesture.

"You came here." Were the words he finally settled on. "Because… you were upset."

I nodded. "Yes… but, how did I… get here?"

"The fireplace."

I nodded again. I knew that. I hadn't dreamt the previous night. I actually did come here. Then I remembered something else. I remembered me… kissing him. My hand jumped to my cheek. I'd kissed him on the cheek. I remembered a rough feeling, and me thanking him. I remember falling asleep, crying…. Hugging his jacket to my chest as I did.

"I…" I began. "Why am I in your shirt?"

I saw his cheeks turn a slight pink, but he quickly suppressed the color. "Your clothes were wet. I gave you some. Unfortunately for you, I don't own any clothes for you."

I felt my cheeks color. "Oh."

"Well. If you wish to join me, I'll be downstairs, making breakfast." He said.

"You make your own breakfast?" I asked incredulously. I watched as he furrowed his eyebrows, and an annoyed look came over him.

"Yes. I can. Unless you'd prefer to go somewhere and eat." He said irritably.

"No… I'm just, surprised. I'd think you'd use magic… or house elves… or something." I muttered, embarrassed.

"Fuck, Granger. I'm not completely for house elf labor. If I can do it myself, why not? I don't like those creatures prowling around at all hours. It makes me feel like I'm being watched." He muttered angrily.

"Creatures? Yeah. That shows how much respect you have for them." I muttered irritably.

"Believe it or not, I do respect them. I just don't enjoy my personal space being invaded. Now, if you're done being childish, I'll be downstairs." He growled.

"Wait, Malfoy. Am I supposed to wear this?" I asked incredulously.

I saw him smirk. "You could put the pants on I brought in." he said.

I glared at him. "Oh. You know what I mean."

"I can't say I do, Granger." He replied arrogantly. Another smirk graced his face.

I groaned irritably, and pounded my hands on the bed. He chuckled.

"Are you… throwing a fit?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Oh, stuff it, Malfoy!" I exclaimed, crossing my arms.

He smirked again. "How about this, Granger. If you intend to stay longer, I could take you somewhere. Or, by all means, go by yourself, and get you something to wear." He said. His offer surprised me.

"No… that's fine. I can find something." I answered.

"Well, I'm not letting you transform anything I own into something for you to wear, and I doubt you'll want to go back to your apartment if the Weasel's there. Unless, of course, you want to go back." He replied. Damn. It was like he read my mind.

I groaned. "Fine. Fine, fine." I muttered. I watched him wave sarcastically, and smirk as he turned and left the room.

I groaned again, louder, and flopped back onto the bed.

I stepped awkwardly into the kitchen, now wearing Malfoy's pants. They were too large, and I had to hold them up as I walked. I watched as he turned around, and saw him bite down a chuckle.

"Shut up." I muttered, sliding into a chair.

"A little big?" he asked mockingly. I looked up and glared at him.

"I can leave. And I will." I muttered darkly, crossing my arms defiantly over my chest. He raised an eyebrow.

"And go where?"

I opened my mouth to retaliate, but stopped. I honestly didn't know. I had no idea where I would go. I rolled my eyes.

"A muggle hotel, I suppose." I replied lamely.

He smiled. "Yeah. Sure. Because that sounds wonderful." He said sarcastically. He turned around, and turned off the pan he was cooking bacon in.

"Shit!" he hissed, reaching out and grabbing a paper towel. He turned the tap on, and soaked the towel, before holding it on his chest.

I chuckled. "Did you burn yourself?"

He turned around. "Very funny. Yes, the damn grease burned me." He muttered irritably.

I smiled. "Here. Let me help." I said.

I stood up, and took the towel from his hand. I dabbed my wand in it.

"Why are you doing that?" he asked.

"So it hurts less." I answered shortly.

I pressed the tip of my wand to his chest, and muttered under my breath.

"Ferula."

A bandage appeared on his chest, covering the burn. I muttered a few more words, relieving most of his pain.

"Thanks…" he muttered. I realized I still had a hand placed on his chest, so I pulled it back quickly. He grabbed my hand, and I looked up at him. He looked back down at me, his eyes meeting mine.

His neck craned downwards, and I held in a gasp as his forehead rest against mine.

"Granger." He said.

"Hermione…" I corrected quietly.

"Hermione." He said, a smile growing.

"Yes, Malfoy?" I asked when he didn't continue.

"Draco." He corrected.

"Draco?" I asked.

"Yes?" he asked, a smirk playing at his lips.

"What did you want?" I asked. He leaned forwards more, and his nose pressed against mine. I wanted to pull back, but I couldn't. I was mesmerized in his eyes as they watched mine.

"Nothing." He breathed. Another smile played at his mouth.

His eyes bored into mine, both curiosity and intensity burning in them. He was wondering why I hadn't pulled back.

So was I.

Suddenly, he jumped back, and was running a hand through his hair. He turned away, and grabbed two plates from a cabinet. He places three pieces of bacon on one, and five on the other. Then he put two pieces of bread on both, and grabbed his wand from the counter. He flicked it, and the bread was instantly toasted and buttered. He placed them on the table, and sat down.

I was standing in the same place, still flustered. I shook my head, and turned around. I sat in the chair opposite him.

"I thought you were going to cook." I said, picking up a piece of toast. He smiled.

"Yes. But, I can't cook all the time. And I don't want to burn anything." He replied.

I nodded, and looked down at my plate. I continued eating, placing a piece of bacon in my mouth.

"So. Are you going to stay longer?" he asked.

I nodded. "If you don't mind… I'm not sure I'm ready to face Ron yet. Or Ginny." I replied.

He smiled. I was earning a lot of those lately.

"Why didn't you just go to Weaslette? Or Potter? If you don't mind…" he asked. I was surprised by his curiosity, but answered nonetheless.

I sighed. "You mean Ginny? But… after you left, she wasn't very happy… especially since I had your jacket." I said, blushing. "And Harry is always with her. I didn't go to the Burrow, either. Ron could have been there… or Ginny."

He nodded. "So… are you going to go shopping today?" he asked, his nose wrinkling up in disgust.

I nodded, laughing. "Ron's probably at the apartment, and he'd notice if I was there. But I can pay for it just fine."

He shook his head abruptly. "You're my guest. I'm paying for you."

"No, it's really not necessary. You don't have to come, either." I said.

"I'm paying for you." He insisted. "And… if I'm paying for you, I get to pick something out. Which means I'm coming with you, even though I absolutely despise shopping."

I rolled my eyes. "No."

"Yes."

"No!" I shouted.

He smirked. "Well, I can't let you have too much fun, now can I?"

"Twit." I muttered. I heard him chuckle, and I pictured an even larger smirk on his face.

"Dammit!" I heard him hiss. I looked up, and saw him wiping butter off his chest. It was my turn to laugh.

"It's not funny." He muttered. "It keeps… spreading." He added with a growl.

"You could use your wand." I said, tilting my head to the side.

He glared at me darkly, but picked up his wand, and pointed it towards the butter. He flicked it, and a light shot out.

"Damn! It shocked me." He hissed.

I laughed again. "Yeah. You missed."

He looked down, and sure enough, the butter was still there, and another welt was forming a few centimeters away. "I knew that…"

I smiled, and watched as he tried again, this time hitting the butter, which disappeared.

"Put a shirt on." I said, before standing up, empty plate in hand, and walking out into the hall to go get ready for a day of shopping with Malfoy. Delightful.

"I rather like admiring myself in the mirrors as I pass them!" he called wittily. I smiled. I had already noticed that. He had many mirrors hanging on his walls.

I decided to respond. "Malfoy, just put a goddamn shirt on!"

I heard a chuckle coming up the stairs, and I darted into my room, closing the door behind me.