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            I snorted at my last thought – Were things going to improve between us? Of course they weren't. He was Draco, the male, chauvinistic pig with an over-inflated ego. And here I was, in his house working for him, in his office. I feel like some sort of a house elf.

            So we went to our respective rooms-hoping to get that kiss that 'never' happened out of our minds. I had to wash my hands-it had Draco all over it.

            Still, I could say he was a bit nicer-though his words were always nasty or sarcastic. Either, or, or and. Does that make sense? Anyway, I could say that he took advantage of how emotional I was getting downstairs when he forgave me. I could. But he didn't, and since I am a fair person, I accepted. Why am I outlining why I forgave him to you? Well, because I need to explain that I wasn't lusting after him. Do you see me as some bimbo?

            I tossed my shopping bags on my large bed…wait; did I mention that we went shopping after dinner? Oh my God, it was like the best experience I had. Malfoy closed one of these big shops for me (It was a muggle store, of course) - so that we could be the exclusive customers shopping. But, it was, a very expensive shop, and I had not a pound on me, but don't fret, Draco bought me all the clothing I had picked out. Without a protest. Isn't that fabulous?

            Now you're wondering, Why did Hermione let Draco buy her such expensive clothing? Well, Draco forced me into the whole thing-so don't think that I'm a gold-digger- he insisted that he wanted to cheer me up after the whole…incident. So, I agreed, wondering if Draco took any other girl to shop like this. He probably did-since he has those loads of gold to drop and hundreds of girls chasing after him. I'm surprised that not one girl has slept with him ever since I moved in. Not my problem if I'm ruining his love life. HEHEHE.

            So here I am, talking to you, when I could be taking a nice warm bath! Stop talking to me, so that I can go into the bathroom-and don't you dare follow. 

            I walk over to the bathroom, and try to open it-stuck. Fuck. Alohamora-stuck. The knife that Sirius gave to Harry, who gave it to me-stuck. I'm getting frustrated. I need to potty!!! So I walk to Draco's room, and open the door without knocking. I see an amazing sight

            Draco-fiddling with the clasp on his pants-with a bare chest. Ok, I was tempted to go and snog him senseless, but at the last moment, I remembered why I was even in his room.

                        "Er…"

            I say that to announce my presence, just as he looks up while sliding his pants down to reveal tidy-widies – just kidding! – black boxers. The only things that prevented him from being totally naked were those boxers.

                        "Yes, Hermione? Care to explain why you're in here, or were you just trying to catch a glimpse of me," –he smirked – "naked?"

                        "Uh…no," I said, contrary to the blush that was creeping up on my face, that any Weasley would be proud of.

                        "Then why are you in here?"

                        "My bathroom door won't open; I was hoping that I could use yours?"

                        "Oh Jeez Hermione, let me see if I can open it. It's probably just your dim mind that can't comprehend the simple task of turning the knob and pushing the door."

            What a sexist!

                        "Shut up and see for yourself!"

            He walked to my room and tried to open the door. Stuck. He tried several different spells. Wouldn't budge. Out of fury, he slammed against the door, hoping that it would break. I think his heart was breaking of the thought that he, Draco Malfoy, couldn't break a measly door.

"Well, I guess you'll have to use mine until I figure out why we can't open that thing."

He was exasperated-out of breath and definitely trying to be calm. Ten points to Hermione, for knocking down Draco's cool composure!

I closed the door of my room behind me as we walked out, forgetting the clothing that I needed to wear after my bath. Draco growled at me, saying that he needed to take a shower, and if I didn't hurry up, he would hex me. I decided to take my wand just in case.

Damn. It's in my room. As, I walked across the hall to get it, I couldn't open my door. What in the world was happening???

"Draco?"

"Yes?!"

"My room's door won't open."

"What the fuck?"

"Come over here this instant."

"Why don't you try opening it for yourself?"

"I tried. Now you try."

            He walked over, with an annoyed  and tired look on his face. Twenty points for Hermione, for irritating Draco Malfoy! He tried to open it and the same thing happened with this door. Stuck, like someone had spellotaped it up from inside. That was very peculiar.

                        "Why do you have to go into your room?"

                        "Hmm, let me think. It's were I sleep and where all of my possessions are kept. Where my wand and clothing is kept. Do.You.Comprehend?"

                        "I don't think any girl would mind running around, being forced to sleep in my room, without any clothing…come to think of it, maybe you jinxed those doors in order to be closer to me…"

                        "This is not funny! I do not want to get closer to you, like you think I do, so stop smirking at me!"

            Ugh this guy was pissing me off.

                        "Well, you're going to have to sleep in my room and wear my clothing - at least for tonight – until we find some sort of solution."

                        "If I have to do that, I get the bed."

                        "What?!!?"

                        "I said -"

He wasn'

                        "OK. FINE. YOU CAN GET THE BED."

            I walked into his room, smiling happily, with him trailing behind me like he lost the award for best hair. And he closed the door. Holy Merlin, he closed the door! I scrambled past him trying to get it open. Wouldn't open. Oh my god!!! I was stuck in his room!

                        "DRACO!!! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU CLOSE THE DOOR?"

            Whoa. I never knew I could make that much noise.

            He looked at me with amusement, which slided off as soon as he realized that the door wouldn't open. He stared blankly at me.

                        "This…this…this…sucks."

                        "You realize how stupid you really are now, Draco?"

                        "For once, I agree. That was stupid."

            I laughed out loud. Then I sighed. I wish I could've caught that confession out of his mouth. I could've blackmailed him. *Wails loudly*

                        "Well, I don't think that I can take that bath…no…shower anymore."

                        "Hey, if you stink you need it. Come with me, and you can wear something of mine," he said as he dragged me off into his closet. I looked at his collection of clothing, which was extensive, needless to say. He then took out a light blue collared shirt that he measured against me, and then shoved it into my face.

            I muttered thanks as I walked into the bathroom, careful not to close the door, knowing that it would instantly lock if I did. I took a shower quickly, but using as little energy as possible. I walked out with his shirt on, which was well above my knees, insecurity plaguing me. Draco simply stared.

                        "Stop staring at me."

                        "Why does it make you feel…naughty?"

            He was edging towards me.

                        "Uh…no, because it's annoying."

            He was face to face with me.

                        "No…it's not that…"

            He kissed me on the cheek. What a shock. I touched my cheek, blushing. He grinned. Then he headed for a shower. I sat on his bed. He came out after about ten minutes. Then, instead of talking to me, he went in his closet, and then came back out, with a pillow and comforter in tow. He started setting up a bed on the floor. I suddenly felt bad.

                        "Listen…Draco…you can sleep up here with me…there's plenty of space…and uh…you'll get back pain…yeah, you'll get back pain on the floor…uh-"

                        "No it's ok, you're the lady, you shou-"

                        "No, no, come up here with me, it's ok."

            Reluctantly, he got up and came over to the bed, which I was currently sitting on. He smiled, something genuine, and then we went to sleep. I woke up the next morning with my leg tangled around his, his hand around my thigh protectively and my hands around his waist. It felt good to be next to him.

            I smiled. Then, realizing what position I was in with the person I was with, I screamed.

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Ok, I got that over with. Probably the most boring chapter I have ever done in my life. But I had to get it done, people wanted me to update, so yeah, I'm doing it this moment. Okie dokie then. Oh yeah, Merry Christmas. It's not X-Mas in the fic though. It'll be in a few chapters. But, Happy Holidays!

Ignore the 'He wasn'' in between

"I said -"

"OK. FINE. YOU CAN GET THE BED."

For some reason, it won't go away.

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