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Chapter 3: Breakfast
An hour later, after Hermione had calmed down, Draco told her goodnight and went back to bed. As much as Hermione didn't want to admit it, she actually felt comforted when around Malfoy. The thought of him calling her 'Hermione' instead of 'Granger' or, even worse, 'Mudblood' had completely left her mind once she fell asleep. The only thing Hermione could think about was wondering where she was going to stay. Ron's house was obviously out of the question, and her parents were on vacation in Hawaii. Harry lived with the Dursleys, and, after the stories Harry told about them, Hermione didn't even want to be on the same street as that family.
As she walked downstairs, still in the big tee shirt Draco gave her, the sweet smell pancakes met Hermione's nose. She could hear the bacon sizzling in it's pan as she walked into the kitchen. But the sight that met her eyes, turned her stomach.
"A house elf?!" Hermione said in disgust as she sat herself next to Malfoy at the kitchen table.
"She has a name." Draco teased, looking up at an annoyed Hermione from the newspaper he was reading. "Lizzy?" he bellowed toward the house elf as she was adding more bacon to the skillet. "Can you get me some orange juice please?"
"Of course Mr. Malfoy." Lizzy replied in a squeaky voice as she practically ran to the refrigerator. Lizzy was back in a matter of seconds with Draco's orange juice and two plates of pancakes and bacon. Hermione pushed her full plate away from herself and crossed her arms.
"Don't tell me you're not eating just because a house elf made it." Draco sighed as he poured maple syrup on his pancakes.
"It's slave labor!" Hermione said loudly, turning her nose up.
"Is there something wrong with the food Ms.?" Lizzy asked, looking up at Hermione with big puppy-dog eyes.
"Oh no! No." She reassured the house elf. "It's just... I...."
"She's too good for food made by a house elf." Draco said with a smirk. Lizzy's lip quivered and her big, tennis ball eyes filled with tears. Hermione looked helplessly from the house elf, to the food, and back again. She quickly stuffed three pieces of bacon in her mouth. Hermione made a few 'mmm' noises and rubbed her stomach. Lizzy smiled and quickly left the room.
"I can' belief you're makin' me do fhis." Hermione muttered through a mouthful of bacon, making Draco laugh.
Hermione finished her breakfast quickly and reached for the Daily Prophet that was lying face down on the kitchen table. Draco's hand slapped down on top of hers, and their eyes quickly locked.
"What?" Hermione asked, furrowing her brow. "I don't get this paper at my house. I just wanted to see what's happening in the wizarding world."
"I'm... not done with it." Draco said quickly, grabbing the paper from under Hermione's hand. He stood up and held the news paper behind his back. Draco dropped the Daily Prophet in the trashcan, and mumbled something before he ran up the stairs.
Hermione looked after him for a while, puzzled. She shook her head and picked up a magazine on the table.
After about fifteen minutes of reading the Quidditch magazine, Hermione had had enough. Quidditch was fun and all, but it was suicide to read about. She sighed loudly as she started up the stairs for the bathroom. As soon as Hermione opened the bathroom door, mist rushed out of the door. And before she could close it again, she saw something that made her scream. Draco in a towel.
"What the hell...?!" Draco screamed, quickly grabbing the towel that was around his waist, as if afraid it would fall off.
"I'm... I'm sorry." Hermione stammered. It was really hard to concentrate when there was a nearly-naked Malfoy standing right in front of her. But, she had to admit, he did look good.
Draco cleared his throat, noticing that Hermione's eyes were dancing along the rim of his towel. Her eyes quickly shot up from where they had been, and her cheeks flushed.
"Sorry." Hermione said again. "I didn't know you were in here." There was a rather uncomfortable silence that followed, as both of them stared at the ground.
"So," Hermione muttered. "I was just wondering, since I don't have any other clothes, if we could maybe go shopping today?" she asked hopefully, looking at Malfoy. "We can go to Diagon Alley, I need to get my school things anyway."
"Sure." Draco said, shifting his weight a little. Hermione smiled and quickly left.
"Real smooth Hermione." She told herself, mentally hitting herself. Not only did she see Malfoy in a towel, but she actually liked what she saw. Hermione shivered a little, and tried to get that thought out of her head.
Hermione and Draco spent about an hour shopping, and Hermione came home with a bag full of new clothes, plus a couple more bags filled with her new school things. Hermione threw her bags onto the living room couch, and looked back up at Draco.
"Thanks again for letting me stay here." She said honestly.
"No problem." Draco said with a smile.
"When are your parents getting home, anyways?" Hermione asked. She noticed that Draco's smile faltered.
"Ummmm, they won't be home for a while." He said with a nervous laugh. "You know how business trips are." Draco smiled weakly, but Hermione didn't smile back. She was looking at him strangely.
"Draco," she said slowly. "where are your parents?" Draco opened his mouth and Hermione quickly added, "And don't give me any of that 'business trip' crap, because I know that you're lying." Draco sighed in defeat, and sat down on the couch. Hermione did the same, and looked at his face, which was directed toward the ground.
"My father isn't on a trip." Draco said slowly. "He's.... in Azkaban."
"...What...?" Hermione whispered.
"My father's in Azkaban...." Draco repeated, looking up into Hermione's eyes. "...because of me."
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A/N: Cliffhanger (I hope)!!!!!! Please REVIEW and I will tell you why Draco's daddy is in Azkaban!
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Chapter 3: Breakfast
An hour later, after Hermione had calmed down, Draco told her goodnight and went back to bed. As much as Hermione didn't want to admit it, she actually felt comforted when around Malfoy. The thought of him calling her 'Hermione' instead of 'Granger' or, even worse, 'Mudblood' had completely left her mind once she fell asleep. The only thing Hermione could think about was wondering where she was going to stay. Ron's house was obviously out of the question, and her parents were on vacation in Hawaii. Harry lived with the Dursleys, and, after the stories Harry told about them, Hermione didn't even want to be on the same street as that family.
As she walked downstairs, still in the big tee shirt Draco gave her, the sweet smell pancakes met Hermione's nose. She could hear the bacon sizzling in it's pan as she walked into the kitchen. But the sight that met her eyes, turned her stomach.
"A house elf?!" Hermione said in disgust as she sat herself next to Malfoy at the kitchen table.
"She has a name." Draco teased, looking up at an annoyed Hermione from the newspaper he was reading. "Lizzy?" he bellowed toward the house elf as she was adding more bacon to the skillet. "Can you get me some orange juice please?"
"Of course Mr. Malfoy." Lizzy replied in a squeaky voice as she practically ran to the refrigerator. Lizzy was back in a matter of seconds with Draco's orange juice and two plates of pancakes and bacon. Hermione pushed her full plate away from herself and crossed her arms.
"Don't tell me you're not eating just because a house elf made it." Draco sighed as he poured maple syrup on his pancakes.
"It's slave labor!" Hermione said loudly, turning her nose up.
"Is there something wrong with the food Ms.?" Lizzy asked, looking up at Hermione with big puppy-dog eyes.
"Oh no! No." She reassured the house elf. "It's just... I...."
"She's too good for food made by a house elf." Draco said with a smirk. Lizzy's lip quivered and her big, tennis ball eyes filled with tears. Hermione looked helplessly from the house elf, to the food, and back again. She quickly stuffed three pieces of bacon in her mouth. Hermione made a few 'mmm' noises and rubbed her stomach. Lizzy smiled and quickly left the room.
"I can' belief you're makin' me do fhis." Hermione muttered through a mouthful of bacon, making Draco laugh.
Hermione finished her breakfast quickly and reached for the Daily Prophet that was lying face down on the kitchen table. Draco's hand slapped down on top of hers, and their eyes quickly locked.
"What?" Hermione asked, furrowing her brow. "I don't get this paper at my house. I just wanted to see what's happening in the wizarding world."
"I'm... not done with it." Draco said quickly, grabbing the paper from under Hermione's hand. He stood up and held the news paper behind his back. Draco dropped the Daily Prophet in the trashcan, and mumbled something before he ran up the stairs.
Hermione looked after him for a while, puzzled. She shook her head and picked up a magazine on the table.
After about fifteen minutes of reading the Quidditch magazine, Hermione had had enough. Quidditch was fun and all, but it was suicide to read about. She sighed loudly as she started up the stairs for the bathroom. As soon as Hermione opened the bathroom door, mist rushed out of the door. And before she could close it again, she saw something that made her scream. Draco in a towel.
"What the hell...?!" Draco screamed, quickly grabbing the towel that was around his waist, as if afraid it would fall off.
"I'm... I'm sorry." Hermione stammered. It was really hard to concentrate when there was a nearly-naked Malfoy standing right in front of her. But, she had to admit, he did look good.
Draco cleared his throat, noticing that Hermione's eyes were dancing along the rim of his towel. Her eyes quickly shot up from where they had been, and her cheeks flushed.
"Sorry." Hermione said again. "I didn't know you were in here." There was a rather uncomfortable silence that followed, as both of them stared at the ground.
"So," Hermione muttered. "I was just wondering, since I don't have any other clothes, if we could maybe go shopping today?" she asked hopefully, looking at Malfoy. "We can go to Diagon Alley, I need to get my school things anyway."
"Sure." Draco said, shifting his weight a little. Hermione smiled and quickly left.
"Real smooth Hermione." She told herself, mentally hitting herself. Not only did she see Malfoy in a towel, but she actually liked what she saw. Hermione shivered a little, and tried to get that thought out of her head.
Hermione and Draco spent about an hour shopping, and Hermione came home with a bag full of new clothes, plus a couple more bags filled with her new school things. Hermione threw her bags onto the living room couch, and looked back up at Draco.
"Thanks again for letting me stay here." She said honestly.
"No problem." Draco said with a smile.
"When are your parents getting home, anyways?" Hermione asked. She noticed that Draco's smile faltered.
"Ummmm, they won't be home for a while." He said with a nervous laugh. "You know how business trips are." Draco smiled weakly, but Hermione didn't smile back. She was looking at him strangely.
"Draco," she said slowly. "where are your parents?" Draco opened his mouth and Hermione quickly added, "And don't give me any of that 'business trip' crap, because I know that you're lying." Draco sighed in defeat, and sat down on the couch. Hermione did the same, and looked at his face, which was directed toward the ground.
"My father isn't on a trip." Draco said slowly. "He's.... in Azkaban."
"...What...?" Hermione whispered.
"My father's in Azkaban...." Draco repeated, looking up into Hermione's eyes. "...because of me."
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A/N: Cliffhanger (I hope)!!!!!! Please REVIEW and I will tell you why Draco's daddy is in Azkaban!
