I Can't Let You Go
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did... Hermione and Draco would be meant for each other. *grins*
Chapter 2: Surprises From an Enemy
"Just because someone helped you, doesn't necessarily mean they are your friend. Just because someone hurt you, doesn't necessarily mean they are you enmey."
That night hermione's parents had to stay at work later than usual so it was up to Hermione to cook. She decided to make spaghetti and garlic bread. She would need to go to the
supermarket to to buy the food. She was hesitant at first beacause she didn't want to come home later to find the house in ruins. She didn't want to take him with her either. She didn't
want to spend more time with him than she had to. So in the end, she decided to go alone and hurry back fast befire Malfoy really did decide to do something sinister while she was gone.
When she got back, she breathed a sigh of relief. Her house was still there and she didn't see anything unusual. In fact, it seemed Malfoy was in his room all along. Hermione set the bags
on the kitchen table. She was surprised that he hadn't tried anything yet.
"Hm..." she murmured to herself.
She decided to go upstairs and find out what he was up to - but quietly.
She went up the stairs quietly and stood outside his door. She stepped closer, practically hugging the door. She can make out the sound of rustling parchments and the scratching of a
quill. There was a pause but then the rustling continued.
She stepped back and went to her room and sat on the edge of her bed. From there, she had a perfect view of his door. Crookshanks was asleep next to her.
'What is he up to? He's not acting like his usual, snotty, arrogant, irritating self...'
She sat there staring at his door as if the answers right there.
Suddenly, his door opened and he stopped in the doorway,hand on the doorknob and looking surprised. He raised his eyes at her in confusion but didn't sat anything. He just went to the
bathroom at the end of the hall. Her parents room was downstairs, next to the living room. It was a very big room so it wasn't hard to understand why they picked that room.
Hermione quickly rushed back to the kitchen, evidently embarassed that Malfoy had caught her staring at his door.
'Ugh!' She thought as hse busied herself with unpacking the bags. 'Now his ego will be even bigger.'
She heard Malfoy go into his room and close the door. 'He probably thinks I some crush on him or something. Like that'll ever happen...'
he laughed audibly at the thought of her having any romantic feelings toward Draco Malfoy as she popped the garlic bread in to the oven.
'By the time I'm done, Mom and Dad will be home so that'll just be perfect.' She thought as she put a pot of water on the stove to boil. She began to prepare the sauce. 'Except that HE'S
here...'
The air began to fill with the smell of garlic bread signaling that it was almost done.
Hermione lifting up the pot lid and seeing the water was ready, carefully placed the spaghetti noodle in. She turned around when she felt someone behind her.
***
After Draco closed the door on Hermione after laughing at her, he surveyed the room he was to stay in for what seemed to be the longest time of his life and thought it was quite plain -
very plain compared to his room at home. It barely had any furnishings to perk up the room.
'My room is definitely better than this room,' he thought in disgust. His disgust even showed on his face. His face quickly darkened as he thought, 'But at least it's not home...'
He decided to unpack few things to liven up the room. He would have to scream himself hoarse several times a day if he had to stay in such a boring room for the rest of the summer.
He unpacked a few of his posters and hung them on the walls. He stood and looked around the room.
'What else?'
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a tapping at the window. He saw one of his family owl, Thaed at the window and was reminded to write to his father.
He let Thaed in and freed the letter from his foot. He gave the owl a gentle pat and he flew to the dresser to take a nap.
Draco sighed. He didn't want to read it. He didn't want to know what it says. He put it on the table and reached across it to closed the window. Then something brown caught his eye.
'Where's Granger going?' He watched her walk down the street and turned around to unpack the Muggle clothes he would have to wear. His family servants had bought him more than
enough when they were informed of his situation. And because, of course, his father had ordered them to.
Draco decided to hang his clothes in the closet by the dresser rather than put them in the dresser. Muggle clothes or not, he didn't like wrinkles.
When he was done with that, he decided to open his father's letter to get it over with. He sat down and opened it with hesitating hands and a dreading heart.
In a heavy scrawl, it read:
Dear Draco,
I'm writing to you as discreetly and briefly in the precaution of interception. You know what you must do and you must
not fail me, son. You know the consequences of failure. Take as long as you want to ensure excrutiating pain when the time comes.
Distractions and sidetracks are not allowed. If you fail, you will be punished.
Lucius Malfoy
Draco set down the letter. 'Just like father...'
He shuddered when thought of the punishments from his father. Oh, how he rememebered his father's punishments. Having gone through them his whole life, there was no possible way for
him to forget.
He got up and got his writing materials from his school trunk.
'I can't believe father would want me to do this...' Draco thought as he began his reply back to his father. 'It's really weird and a waste of time. MY time.'
But he had learned not to defy his father too much. Questioning him wasn't an option either.
'I can't believe I'm stuck here! Of all places... and doing...' he thought grumpily to himself. 'It wouldn't be that hard. I learned to adjust to different situations a long time ago. Father
made sure of that...' he added darkly. 'Might as well have some fun first.'
That thought seemed to brighten him up and he smiled thinking what'll he do to annoy Granger.
When he was finishing his letter, he thought he heard someone on the other side of his door. He glanced at it curiously.
He put the letter in an envelope and addressed it to his father. He left it on the table and decided to send it off with Thaed later before going to bed.
'Bathroom break.' He got up and stretched.
When he crossed the room and opened the door, he received a surprise.
Granger was sitting on her bed in her room staring at him. Her damned cat was sleeping next to her.
He was too surprised to say anything. He just raised his eyebrows at her in curiousity. Her cheeks pinked up as he made his way to the bathroom . He couldn't help the smirk emerging on his
face as he entered the bathroom.
'It seems it will be an interesting stay at the Grangers.'
As he re-entered his room, he noticed that Granger had gone downstairs. He plopped down on the bed and felt very sleepy.
He was woken up to what seemed the next second to him by the delicious smell of something he didn't know of.
"It smells wonderful.."
He got up and opened the door.
He went downstairs and to the kitchen.
'So it's Granger...' he thought as he crossed his arms and leaned in the doorway with his left shoulder. He smirked when she turned around.
***
'It's just Malfoy,' she thought with irritation, fuming upon seeing his smirk. 'Ugh! Typical Malfoy. I can't believe my luck."
"That seems to be a trademark of your," she said to him, trying not to show her irritation.
"Makes me all the irresistable, doesn't it?" He walked to the kitchen table and took the seat closest to her.
She looked at him and scoffed.
"The garlic bread is done," she announced to no one in particular, reaching for the oven handle.
"I got it." Being the Qudditch player that he is, he got the oven door open before she cam blink.
"Ow!"
Hermione laughed. "You're not supposed to just stick you hand in and take it out... Here."
She handed him a pair of oven mitts, obviously amused.
"A warning would have been nice," he spat at her. He was waving his hand in the air to cool it off. It was so unMalfoyish that she couldn't help chuckling.
"Oh no, I wouldn't want to ruin the fun," she shot back. "I wouldn't want to get in the way." She added, taking his words from earlier that day.
"I thought you were supposed to be smart."
Malfoy's grades had been getting better and better every time. He must have been studying pretty hard. If it continues he may be Head Boy.
"I am. Stupid Muggle ways," he mumbled.
She laughed.
He glared at her as he put on the oven mitts. She just smiled sweetly at him. His blond hair glistened from the kitchen light as she he bent to take out the garlic bread from the
oven. She can also make out the muslces he had recently developed from his hard Quidditch practices.
"Wow... His hair looks so soft..." Hermione quickly turned back to the spaghetti. 'What am I thinking?'
She looked at him from the corner of her eyes and almost jumped when he sawhim standing with garlic bread, looking at her.
She flustered quickly tried to cover it up. She cleared her throat. "Just put it on the table."
"What is this? It smells wonderful."
"It's garlic bread." She and looked at him. "Hey! You can't eat that now!"
He was sitting at the table and eating the garlic bread. "It's good."
"There's not going to be enough if you keep eating it," she said, sternly.
All of sudden, he started laughing, the garlic bread forgotten.
She looked at him, confused. "What?"
Tears started forming in his eyes as he laughed harder.
"What!?"
His laughter died down as he answered, "You sounded like McGonagall when you said that. "
Hermione opened her mouth but then closed it. She turned around when he saw her smirking again.
She stirred the sauce and sniffed.
"Well, she's a brilliant woman and you better not be eating the garlic bread still."
She can hear him chuckling behind her. She fumed and wanted to say more but decided not to. 'That's probably what he wants.'
He walked to her side and looked at the sauce. "What's that?" His back to the counter next to her, he propped his elbow on it. He turned his head in her direction and waited
for an answer.
"Sauce."
"Sauce for what?"
"The spaghetti."
"What's spaghetti?"
"Dinner."
"I hope it's good. You know, being Muggle food and all."
"It's Italian Muggle food. And for your information, it's very good and famous."
"Well, you're full of them, aren't you?"
She ignored that remark. She poured the sauce into a bowl and the spaghetti in another. Malfoy picked them up and placed them on the table, much to Hermione's confusion.
He took the same position as before as she began washing the pans.
As she finished up, he said, "You can't resist me, can you?"
She looked at him, wiping her hands on a towel.
She moved close to him and place one hand on the counter next to him and her other hand on the other side, all the while not looking away from him.
He didn't move. She opened the drawer next to his hip and pulled out four forks. "Put these on the table." She smiled mockingly up at him. "Please."
He raised his eyebrows up at her and did as she said.
"What have they been feeding that ego of yours?"
Malfoy chose to ignore it. It was a rhetorical question anyway.
He sat down again.
He watched her as she set the table. When she placed a plate and fork in front of him, looked at him. He looked back, matching glare for glare.
"What are you up to? You haven't said anything or done anything remotely cruel or anything since you got here."
"Maybe I'm just not it the mood. You want cruel insults? You just might get what you wish for," he said icily.
"Is that a kind of threat? She laughed lightly. "You were being helpful. It's not like you."
"Well, you don't know me at all, do you?"
They glared coolly at each other but it broke when Hermione's parents announced that they were home.
Hermione went to greet them leaving Malfoy in the kitchen.
'Granger shows a side no one knew she had...' He thought, thinking back to the incident at the counter. 'It's going to be a very interesting stay at the Grangers...'
Author's Note: I'm sorry I didn't proofread again. Things are kind of slow and uneventful... I promise the next chapter would be more interesting. Please read and review! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did... Hermione and Draco would be meant for each other. *grins*
Chapter 2: Surprises From an Enemy
"Just because someone helped you, doesn't necessarily mean they are your friend. Just because someone hurt you, doesn't necessarily mean they are you enmey."
That night hermione's parents had to stay at work later than usual so it was up to Hermione to cook. She decided to make spaghetti and garlic bread. She would need to go to the
supermarket to to buy the food. She was hesitant at first beacause she didn't want to come home later to find the house in ruins. She didn't want to take him with her either. She didn't
want to spend more time with him than she had to. So in the end, she decided to go alone and hurry back fast befire Malfoy really did decide to do something sinister while she was gone.
When she got back, she breathed a sigh of relief. Her house was still there and she didn't see anything unusual. In fact, it seemed Malfoy was in his room all along. Hermione set the bags
on the kitchen table. She was surprised that he hadn't tried anything yet.
"Hm..." she murmured to herself.
She decided to go upstairs and find out what he was up to - but quietly.
She went up the stairs quietly and stood outside his door. She stepped closer, practically hugging the door. She can make out the sound of rustling parchments and the scratching of a
quill. There was a pause but then the rustling continued.
She stepped back and went to her room and sat on the edge of her bed. From there, she had a perfect view of his door. Crookshanks was asleep next to her.
'What is he up to? He's not acting like his usual, snotty, arrogant, irritating self...'
She sat there staring at his door as if the answers right there.
Suddenly, his door opened and he stopped in the doorway,hand on the doorknob and looking surprised. He raised his eyes at her in confusion but didn't sat anything. He just went to the
bathroom at the end of the hall. Her parents room was downstairs, next to the living room. It was a very big room so it wasn't hard to understand why they picked that room.
Hermione quickly rushed back to the kitchen, evidently embarassed that Malfoy had caught her staring at his door.
'Ugh!' She thought as hse busied herself with unpacking the bags. 'Now his ego will be even bigger.'
She heard Malfoy go into his room and close the door. 'He probably thinks I some crush on him or something. Like that'll ever happen...'
he laughed audibly at the thought of her having any romantic feelings toward Draco Malfoy as she popped the garlic bread in to the oven.
'By the time I'm done, Mom and Dad will be home so that'll just be perfect.' She thought as she put a pot of water on the stove to boil. She began to prepare the sauce. 'Except that HE'S
here...'
The air began to fill with the smell of garlic bread signaling that it was almost done.
Hermione lifting up the pot lid and seeing the water was ready, carefully placed the spaghetti noodle in. She turned around when she felt someone behind her.
***
After Draco closed the door on Hermione after laughing at her, he surveyed the room he was to stay in for what seemed to be the longest time of his life and thought it was quite plain -
very plain compared to his room at home. It barely had any furnishings to perk up the room.
'My room is definitely better than this room,' he thought in disgust. His disgust even showed on his face. His face quickly darkened as he thought, 'But at least it's not home...'
He decided to unpack few things to liven up the room. He would have to scream himself hoarse several times a day if he had to stay in such a boring room for the rest of the summer.
He unpacked a few of his posters and hung them on the walls. He stood and looked around the room.
'What else?'
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a tapping at the window. He saw one of his family owl, Thaed at the window and was reminded to write to his father.
He let Thaed in and freed the letter from his foot. He gave the owl a gentle pat and he flew to the dresser to take a nap.
Draco sighed. He didn't want to read it. He didn't want to know what it says. He put it on the table and reached across it to closed the window. Then something brown caught his eye.
'Where's Granger going?' He watched her walk down the street and turned around to unpack the Muggle clothes he would have to wear. His family servants had bought him more than
enough when they were informed of his situation. And because, of course, his father had ordered them to.
Draco decided to hang his clothes in the closet by the dresser rather than put them in the dresser. Muggle clothes or not, he didn't like wrinkles.
When he was done with that, he decided to open his father's letter to get it over with. He sat down and opened it with hesitating hands and a dreading heart.
In a heavy scrawl, it read:
Dear Draco,
I'm writing to you as discreetly and briefly in the precaution of interception. You know what you must do and you must
not fail me, son. You know the consequences of failure. Take as long as you want to ensure excrutiating pain when the time comes.
Distractions and sidetracks are not allowed. If you fail, you will be punished.
Lucius Malfoy
Draco set down the letter. 'Just like father...'
He shuddered when thought of the punishments from his father. Oh, how he rememebered his father's punishments. Having gone through them his whole life, there was no possible way for
him to forget.
He got up and got his writing materials from his school trunk.
'I can't believe father would want me to do this...' Draco thought as he began his reply back to his father. 'It's really weird and a waste of time. MY time.'
But he had learned not to defy his father too much. Questioning him wasn't an option either.
'I can't believe I'm stuck here! Of all places... and doing...' he thought grumpily to himself. 'It wouldn't be that hard. I learned to adjust to different situations a long time ago. Father
made sure of that...' he added darkly. 'Might as well have some fun first.'
That thought seemed to brighten him up and he smiled thinking what'll he do to annoy Granger.
When he was finishing his letter, he thought he heard someone on the other side of his door. He glanced at it curiously.
He put the letter in an envelope and addressed it to his father. He left it on the table and decided to send it off with Thaed later before going to bed.
'Bathroom break.' He got up and stretched.
When he crossed the room and opened the door, he received a surprise.
Granger was sitting on her bed in her room staring at him. Her damned cat was sleeping next to her.
He was too surprised to say anything. He just raised his eyebrows at her in curiousity. Her cheeks pinked up as he made his way to the bathroom . He couldn't help the smirk emerging on his
face as he entered the bathroom.
'It seems it will be an interesting stay at the Grangers.'
As he re-entered his room, he noticed that Granger had gone downstairs. He plopped down on the bed and felt very sleepy.
He was woken up to what seemed the next second to him by the delicious smell of something he didn't know of.
"It smells wonderful.."
He got up and opened the door.
He went downstairs and to the kitchen.
'So it's Granger...' he thought as he crossed his arms and leaned in the doorway with his left shoulder. He smirked when she turned around.
***
'It's just Malfoy,' she thought with irritation, fuming upon seeing his smirk. 'Ugh! Typical Malfoy. I can't believe my luck."
"That seems to be a trademark of your," she said to him, trying not to show her irritation.
"Makes me all the irresistable, doesn't it?" He walked to the kitchen table and took the seat closest to her.
She looked at him and scoffed.
"The garlic bread is done," she announced to no one in particular, reaching for the oven handle.
"I got it." Being the Qudditch player that he is, he got the oven door open before she cam blink.
"Ow!"
Hermione laughed. "You're not supposed to just stick you hand in and take it out... Here."
She handed him a pair of oven mitts, obviously amused.
"A warning would have been nice," he spat at her. He was waving his hand in the air to cool it off. It was so unMalfoyish that she couldn't help chuckling.
"Oh no, I wouldn't want to ruin the fun," she shot back. "I wouldn't want to get in the way." She added, taking his words from earlier that day.
"I thought you were supposed to be smart."
Malfoy's grades had been getting better and better every time. He must have been studying pretty hard. If it continues he may be Head Boy.
"I am. Stupid Muggle ways," he mumbled.
She laughed.
He glared at her as he put on the oven mitts. She just smiled sweetly at him. His blond hair glistened from the kitchen light as she he bent to take out the garlic bread from the
oven. She can also make out the muslces he had recently developed from his hard Quidditch practices.
"Wow... His hair looks so soft..." Hermione quickly turned back to the spaghetti. 'What am I thinking?'
She looked at him from the corner of her eyes and almost jumped when he sawhim standing with garlic bread, looking at her.
She flustered quickly tried to cover it up. She cleared her throat. "Just put it on the table."
"What is this? It smells wonderful."
"It's garlic bread." She and looked at him. "Hey! You can't eat that now!"
He was sitting at the table and eating the garlic bread. "It's good."
"There's not going to be enough if you keep eating it," she said, sternly.
All of sudden, he started laughing, the garlic bread forgotten.
She looked at him, confused. "What?"
Tears started forming in his eyes as he laughed harder.
"What!?"
His laughter died down as he answered, "You sounded like McGonagall when you said that. "
Hermione opened her mouth but then closed it. She turned around when he saw her smirking again.
She stirred the sauce and sniffed.
"Well, she's a brilliant woman and you better not be eating the garlic bread still."
She can hear him chuckling behind her. She fumed and wanted to say more but decided not to. 'That's probably what he wants.'
He walked to her side and looked at the sauce. "What's that?" His back to the counter next to her, he propped his elbow on it. He turned his head in her direction and waited
for an answer.
"Sauce."
"Sauce for what?"
"The spaghetti."
"What's spaghetti?"
"Dinner."
"I hope it's good. You know, being Muggle food and all."
"It's Italian Muggle food. And for your information, it's very good and famous."
"Well, you're full of them, aren't you?"
She ignored that remark. She poured the sauce into a bowl and the spaghetti in another. Malfoy picked them up and placed them on the table, much to Hermione's confusion.
He took the same position as before as she began washing the pans.
As she finished up, he said, "You can't resist me, can you?"
She looked at him, wiping her hands on a towel.
She moved close to him and place one hand on the counter next to him and her other hand on the other side, all the while not looking away from him.
He didn't move. She opened the drawer next to his hip and pulled out four forks. "Put these on the table." She smiled mockingly up at him. "Please."
He raised his eyebrows up at her and did as she said.
"What have they been feeding that ego of yours?"
Malfoy chose to ignore it. It was a rhetorical question anyway.
He sat down again.
He watched her as she set the table. When she placed a plate and fork in front of him, looked at him. He looked back, matching glare for glare.
"What are you up to? You haven't said anything or done anything remotely cruel or anything since you got here."
"Maybe I'm just not it the mood. You want cruel insults? You just might get what you wish for," he said icily.
"Is that a kind of threat? She laughed lightly. "You were being helpful. It's not like you."
"Well, you don't know me at all, do you?"
They glared coolly at each other but it broke when Hermione's parents announced that they were home.
Hermione went to greet them leaving Malfoy in the kitchen.
'Granger shows a side no one knew she had...' He thought, thinking back to the incident at the counter. 'It's going to be a very interesting stay at the Grangers...'
Author's Note: I'm sorry I didn't proofread again. Things are kind of slow and uneventful... I promise the next chapter would be more interesting. Please read and review! Thanks!