Chapter 2MN
Using the oh so lovely Floo Powder, Draco arrives at the Grangers just after noon. Dressed in his black school robes, bleach blonde hair gelled back, he looks around the muggle appearing household.
In the living room was a simple couch, a few chairs, and a coffee table. Hmmm... Quite primitive, he thinks to himself. Looking to the woman on the couch, he asks where he can drop his bags.
She looks up at him dubiously, "Go ask mom."
Draco looked slightly baffled, then realized that this must be Hermione. Of course, her face shoved in a book like usual. Stopping himself from looking at her, he can't help ignore the fact that she had turned out pretty well over summer. Since Draco hadn't been in attendance, due to a trip to see his family, (complained all the way,) he hadn't seen Hermione since last year.
Hermione had a nice tan going, and had finally tamed the brown locks of hair. Although when she glanced up at him, her eyes still burned with the hate that had stayed with her since the first trace of hostility towards her.
She too was sizing him up though. Hogwarts without him had been wonderful. No Draco to torture her, or Harry. She had to admit though; he had turned out fairly well. Working out by the looks of it. Not that I care, she thought to herself. Finally tearing her eyes away from him, she nods towards the kitchen, mumbling, "She may be in there... Go in my room, I'll kill you."
Paying attention to her book again, she doesn't notice the evil grin on Draco's face. He had plans for her all right.
Walking into the kitchen, he finds a dumpy, older Hermione standing at the kitchen sink. He noticed the aromas of food, and immediately was hungry. He was always hungry though. With all the extra work, building muscle, and trying to learn the muggle game of 'football' had put him to the test. Eating, and sleeping. Those were his life for a while.
The woman turns around looking at him, "Oh, hi Draco..." She puts down the knife, "There's a room upstairs made for you. Ask 'Mione to show you." Draco just nodded, shaking his head slightly.
Walking back out to the living room, he kicks at Hermione's feet. "Your mum said for you to show me my room."
She scowls at him. Getting up, she leads him up the oak stairs and stops at the 3rd door on the right. "Where's your room?" He questions, mainly out of curiosity. She points down the hall. "Mine's the second. Bathrooms closest to the stairs."
"And your parents room?"
"They sleep in the basement. It's their area, and upstairs is mine."
Draco smirks at her, dropping his bags to pin her against the wall, facing her. He sees a small bit of fear in her eyes, but only for a second. She growls under her breath at him. "Don't make me hurt you."
He smirks, "You don't even have your wand." He paused, watching, "This may not be so bad after all."
She gives him a smirk of her own, lifting her knee in a jerky motion, slamming into his lower partner.
Draco gasps as the white hot pain flashes through him. Oh God this hurts.
She pushes him back, smirking still, "Try and have kids after this break." She walks into her room, slamming the door, while Draco continues to wither in pain outside.
Using the oh so lovely Floo Powder, Draco arrives at the Grangers just after noon. Dressed in his black school robes, bleach blonde hair gelled back, he looks around the muggle appearing household.
In the living room was a simple couch, a few chairs, and a coffee table. Hmmm... Quite primitive, he thinks to himself. Looking to the woman on the couch, he asks where he can drop his bags.
She looks up at him dubiously, "Go ask mom."
Draco looked slightly baffled, then realized that this must be Hermione. Of course, her face shoved in a book like usual. Stopping himself from looking at her, he can't help ignore the fact that she had turned out pretty well over summer. Since Draco hadn't been in attendance, due to a trip to see his family, (complained all the way,) he hadn't seen Hermione since last year.
Hermione had a nice tan going, and had finally tamed the brown locks of hair. Although when she glanced up at him, her eyes still burned with the hate that had stayed with her since the first trace of hostility towards her.
She too was sizing him up though. Hogwarts without him had been wonderful. No Draco to torture her, or Harry. She had to admit though; he had turned out fairly well. Working out by the looks of it. Not that I care, she thought to herself. Finally tearing her eyes away from him, she nods towards the kitchen, mumbling, "She may be in there... Go in my room, I'll kill you."
Paying attention to her book again, she doesn't notice the evil grin on Draco's face. He had plans for her all right.
Walking into the kitchen, he finds a dumpy, older Hermione standing at the kitchen sink. He noticed the aromas of food, and immediately was hungry. He was always hungry though. With all the extra work, building muscle, and trying to learn the muggle game of 'football' had put him to the test. Eating, and sleeping. Those were his life for a while.
The woman turns around looking at him, "Oh, hi Draco..." She puts down the knife, "There's a room upstairs made for you. Ask 'Mione to show you." Draco just nodded, shaking his head slightly.
Walking back out to the living room, he kicks at Hermione's feet. "Your mum said for you to show me my room."
She scowls at him. Getting up, she leads him up the oak stairs and stops at the 3rd door on the right. "Where's your room?" He questions, mainly out of curiosity. She points down the hall. "Mine's the second. Bathrooms closest to the stairs."
"And your parents room?"
"They sleep in the basement. It's their area, and upstairs is mine."
Draco smirks at her, dropping his bags to pin her against the wall, facing her. He sees a small bit of fear in her eyes, but only for a second. She growls under her breath at him. "Don't make me hurt you."
He smirks, "You don't even have your wand." He paused, watching, "This may not be so bad after all."
She gives him a smirk of her own, lifting her knee in a jerky motion, slamming into his lower partner.
Draco gasps as the white hot pain flashes through him. Oh God this hurts.
She pushes him back, smirking still, "Try and have kids after this break." She walks into her room, slamming the door, while Draco continues to wither in pain outside.
