She decided she'd ignore him. Easiest that way. She looked down, and
watched through her lashes as Malfoy turned when he heard the car, the
basketball in his hand. Hermione undid her seatbelt, and a thought struck
her. She wouldn't ignore him; she'd just behave like he was below her.
Much more satisfied with her new plan, she smiled, and looked up, but
didn't catch Malfoy's eye. She climbed out of the car, and slammed the
door behind her. She flicked her braids behind her shoulder and looked at
her dad. "Go on." Hermione shrugged and walked up the path. She spared a
glance at Malfoy.
"Hey Malfoy." She said carelessly. He stared. She rang the doorbell. It opened almost immediately.
"Hermione! I am so glad to see you!" Marina stood in the doorway.
"Aunt Marina!" Hermione hugged her.
"So what do you think of Mr Malfoy?" Marina whispered as she pulled back.
"Goddamn sexy but a complete asshole." Hermione muttered back.
"Damn right, girl!" Marina cried. She was what, 35-odd? But acted like a teenage girl.
"Ladies, please. I know I'm gorgeous, but you don't have to spend all your time talking about me." He said from behind them. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed across his chest, some of his blonde hair falling in his eyes. Hermione turned slowly, and stared him up and down, making it very obvious what she was doing.
"Hmm." She said thoughtfully. "I've done better." She said finally. Malfoy nearly fell over.
"What?" He asked, shocked.
"You heard me, big boy." Hermione turned back to Marina. "So, how are you?"
"Hermione, where do you want this?" Her dad said.
"Oh.er.yes. Hermione, due to.um.problems, you have to share a room with Draco for the first couple of weeks, before I can move you into your own."
"That's cool." Hermione said, shrugging.
"Oh, I'm glad. I heard about yours and Malfoy's frequent arguments, and well, I was expecting the worst."
"Don't worry about it. It'll be okay."
"Says you." Malfoy muttered. Hermione raised her hand to her shoulder and stuck up her middle finger.
"Come on then." Marina led them upstairs to the bedroom that Malfoy and Hermione would have to share.
There were two beds, on either side of the room. There was a chest of drawers at the end of one bed, which Malfoy had obviously claimed as his own. The window was opposite the door. The room wasn't very large, but it could comfortably fit two people. Since neither Malfoy nor Hermione were incredibly huge, the physical aspect of space would not be a problem.
*Unless, Malfoy decided to make a prat of himself.* Hermione thought darkly as she dumped her bag on the bed.
"I know its small, but the rest of the house is total chaos." Marina apologised.
"She's not kidding." Malfoy said from behind Marina. He was taller than her. His blonde hair hung in his eyes, and the black T-shirt didn't leave much to the imagination.
"I'm sorry you have to share." Marina said.
"We'll manage." Hermione said. Malfoy raised his eyebrows, and his expression said clearly, 'We?' Mr Granger put Hermione's trunk on the bed and smiled. "I have to go, you guys. Have fun sweetie." He kissed Hermione on the cheek, hugged Marina, and strode down the hall.
"I'll leave you to unpack." Marina smiled and walked off down the hall. Hermione jerked open the drawers. Malfoy had filled almost all of them.
"Do you mind not going through my stuff?" he asked, coming over. She shoved his stuff to one side, and began unpacking, so she had the left side of the drawers and he had the right. "Why do we have to share?" he whined.
"Shut up, Malfoy." Hermione said shortly. She grabbed a handful of underwear and chucked it in the drawer. She slammed it shut and opened the second drawer and pulled the clothes she was planning on wearing during the holidays out of her trunk. She dumped them in the drawer.
"Would you like to explain what's going on?" Malfoy asked, putting his hands on the chest of drawers on either side of her, trapping her between him and the chest of drawers
"What are you talking about?" She asked.
"This." Malfoy looked her up and down very obviously. "This outfit. Your entire attitude."
"If you don't mind, Malfoy, I'm trying to unpack." Hermione said as she tried to get past him. He stopped her.
"I've watched you unpack, Granger, and so far I've not seen a single item of clothing that is anything like you usually wear. I would expect that kind of underwear on Pansy. Don't tell me you've been wearing it all along."
"I really don't want to hear about Pansy's underwear." Hermione pushed past him, and leaned over her trunk, digging through the clothes still remaining.
"So how do you explain your clothes." He asked. Hermione spun around and stepped up to him, her chin up, glaring at him.
"I don't have to explain anything to you." She snarled.
"Well ex-cuse me." Malfoy sneered back.
"I'll think about it."
It was coming on to 11 o'clock at night, and Malfoy was sitting on the roof, looking out across the suburbs and then the countryside. Hermione had chucked him out while she got changed for bed. He shook his head, the edges of his mouth turning up in a half-smile. She was so different. She managed to wear clothes that were too slutty for Pansy, yet still manage to look.not normal, but acceptable. She wore those clothes and made it out that she had standards. He glanced back at the window behind him. The blind was down but the light was on, and he could see Hermione's silhouette reach behind and unclip her bra. Malfoy turned away, grinning. 'I wonder if she knows I can see her that well?' he thought. He glanced back to see her pulling a nightdress over her head. He scrambled to his feet. She was ready now, hell, she was probably wearing more now than she had been during the day. He heard the window open behind him, and turned.
"You can come in now." She said, leaning out the window. He couldn't really see what she was wearing, other than it was dark coloured and didn't cover much of her upper torso. He walked cautiously across the roof, towards the window, and Hermione stretched out her hand. Malfoy took it, and she pulled him towards the window. She didn't back up, though, and he found himself face to face with her, and discovered that the night dress indeed didn't cover much. Hermione stared at him for a moment, then backed up into the room. Malfoy held onto the window and gaped. The nightdress was short, but longer than her skirt. It was black satin with a low neckline that was edged with black lace. Hermione glared at him for a moment, then crossed her arms. "Stop staring at me." She hissed.
"Granger, if you're going to wear nightdresses like that one you're going to get stared at. Get used to it."
"Pervert!"
"Slut." Hermione's eyes narrowed. She took a step forward, then thought better of what she was planning on doing. She smiled, a tight, forced smile, the turned away and got into bed. She turned over and faced the wall.
"So why do I have to go outside while you get changed, but all you have to do is face the wall?" Malfoy asked.
"Because I can trust myself not to stare. And I know you could see me." Malfoy feigned surprise.
"I wouldn't do that!"
"But that doesn't prevent the fact that you could. And I trust myself more than I would ever trust you."
"No wonder you're the top in the class." He said sarcastically.
Hermione stuck her tongue out at him.
"Hey Malfoy." She said carelessly. He stared. She rang the doorbell. It opened almost immediately.
"Hermione! I am so glad to see you!" Marina stood in the doorway.
"Aunt Marina!" Hermione hugged her.
"So what do you think of Mr Malfoy?" Marina whispered as she pulled back.
"Goddamn sexy but a complete asshole." Hermione muttered back.
"Damn right, girl!" Marina cried. She was what, 35-odd? But acted like a teenage girl.
"Ladies, please. I know I'm gorgeous, but you don't have to spend all your time talking about me." He said from behind them. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed across his chest, some of his blonde hair falling in his eyes. Hermione turned slowly, and stared him up and down, making it very obvious what she was doing.
"Hmm." She said thoughtfully. "I've done better." She said finally. Malfoy nearly fell over.
"What?" He asked, shocked.
"You heard me, big boy." Hermione turned back to Marina. "So, how are you?"
"Hermione, where do you want this?" Her dad said.
"Oh.er.yes. Hermione, due to.um.problems, you have to share a room with Draco for the first couple of weeks, before I can move you into your own."
"That's cool." Hermione said, shrugging.
"Oh, I'm glad. I heard about yours and Malfoy's frequent arguments, and well, I was expecting the worst."
"Don't worry about it. It'll be okay."
"Says you." Malfoy muttered. Hermione raised her hand to her shoulder and stuck up her middle finger.
"Come on then." Marina led them upstairs to the bedroom that Malfoy and Hermione would have to share.
There were two beds, on either side of the room. There was a chest of drawers at the end of one bed, which Malfoy had obviously claimed as his own. The window was opposite the door. The room wasn't very large, but it could comfortably fit two people. Since neither Malfoy nor Hermione were incredibly huge, the physical aspect of space would not be a problem.
*Unless, Malfoy decided to make a prat of himself.* Hermione thought darkly as she dumped her bag on the bed.
"I know its small, but the rest of the house is total chaos." Marina apologised.
"She's not kidding." Malfoy said from behind Marina. He was taller than her. His blonde hair hung in his eyes, and the black T-shirt didn't leave much to the imagination.
"I'm sorry you have to share." Marina said.
"We'll manage." Hermione said. Malfoy raised his eyebrows, and his expression said clearly, 'We?' Mr Granger put Hermione's trunk on the bed and smiled. "I have to go, you guys. Have fun sweetie." He kissed Hermione on the cheek, hugged Marina, and strode down the hall.
"I'll leave you to unpack." Marina smiled and walked off down the hall. Hermione jerked open the drawers. Malfoy had filled almost all of them.
"Do you mind not going through my stuff?" he asked, coming over. She shoved his stuff to one side, and began unpacking, so she had the left side of the drawers and he had the right. "Why do we have to share?" he whined.
"Shut up, Malfoy." Hermione said shortly. She grabbed a handful of underwear and chucked it in the drawer. She slammed it shut and opened the second drawer and pulled the clothes she was planning on wearing during the holidays out of her trunk. She dumped them in the drawer.
"Would you like to explain what's going on?" Malfoy asked, putting his hands on the chest of drawers on either side of her, trapping her between him and the chest of drawers
"What are you talking about?" She asked.
"This." Malfoy looked her up and down very obviously. "This outfit. Your entire attitude."
"If you don't mind, Malfoy, I'm trying to unpack." Hermione said as she tried to get past him. He stopped her.
"I've watched you unpack, Granger, and so far I've not seen a single item of clothing that is anything like you usually wear. I would expect that kind of underwear on Pansy. Don't tell me you've been wearing it all along."
"I really don't want to hear about Pansy's underwear." Hermione pushed past him, and leaned over her trunk, digging through the clothes still remaining.
"So how do you explain your clothes." He asked. Hermione spun around and stepped up to him, her chin up, glaring at him.
"I don't have to explain anything to you." She snarled.
"Well ex-cuse me." Malfoy sneered back.
"I'll think about it."
It was coming on to 11 o'clock at night, and Malfoy was sitting on the roof, looking out across the suburbs and then the countryside. Hermione had chucked him out while she got changed for bed. He shook his head, the edges of his mouth turning up in a half-smile. She was so different. She managed to wear clothes that were too slutty for Pansy, yet still manage to look.not normal, but acceptable. She wore those clothes and made it out that she had standards. He glanced back at the window behind him. The blind was down but the light was on, and he could see Hermione's silhouette reach behind and unclip her bra. Malfoy turned away, grinning. 'I wonder if she knows I can see her that well?' he thought. He glanced back to see her pulling a nightdress over her head. He scrambled to his feet. She was ready now, hell, she was probably wearing more now than she had been during the day. He heard the window open behind him, and turned.
"You can come in now." She said, leaning out the window. He couldn't really see what she was wearing, other than it was dark coloured and didn't cover much of her upper torso. He walked cautiously across the roof, towards the window, and Hermione stretched out her hand. Malfoy took it, and she pulled him towards the window. She didn't back up, though, and he found himself face to face with her, and discovered that the night dress indeed didn't cover much. Hermione stared at him for a moment, then backed up into the room. Malfoy held onto the window and gaped. The nightdress was short, but longer than her skirt. It was black satin with a low neckline that was edged with black lace. Hermione glared at him for a moment, then crossed her arms. "Stop staring at me." She hissed.
"Granger, if you're going to wear nightdresses like that one you're going to get stared at. Get used to it."
"Pervert!"
"Slut." Hermione's eyes narrowed. She took a step forward, then thought better of what she was planning on doing. She smiled, a tight, forced smile, the turned away and got into bed. She turned over and faced the wall.
"So why do I have to go outside while you get changed, but all you have to do is face the wall?" Malfoy asked.
"Because I can trust myself not to stare. And I know you could see me." Malfoy feigned surprise.
"I wouldn't do that!"
"But that doesn't prevent the fact that you could. And I trust myself more than I would ever trust you."
"No wonder you're the top in the class." He said sarcastically.
Hermione stuck her tongue out at him.