CHAPTER 2:: OF CLOTHES AND COCOA PUFFS
Hermione sat back and tried to absorb what she had just heard.
Draco's father beats him? God, I though I had it bad with both my parents dead, but this seems a lot worse. She thought to herself.
"I'm really sorry, I had no idea. I guess you can stay here since you have nowhere else to go. I mean, if you want to."
Draco nodded.
"Ok. I could use some company." She smiled. "I'm going to go get some breakfast." She told him as she got up to go into the kitchen.
"One second," he called to her as she was about to disappear. "Where exactly are my clothes?"
Hermione blushed. "You were so soaked last night and the water was so cold, I took your clothes off and put them in the dryer. As you'll notice I had enough courtesy to leave your boxers on."
Plus, I really didn't want to see that much of you. She thought, suppressing a giggle.
"Whatever..." he rolled his eyes at her.
Hermione stood in the kitchen wondering what to make for breakfast. Malfoy seemed okay, now that had been taken care of and had a place to stay. She opened a cupboard and scanned it for something to eat. Finding nothing she bent down to look in the cereal cabinet.
"Aha! Cocoa Puffs!" She grinned.
She grabbed two bowls, two spoons and a quart of milk, set them on the table then went back into the living room.
"Do you think you can walk?" She asked him.
Draco nodded.
"Ok, I'm going to get you some clothes then you can come and sit at the table so we can eat breakfast." She explained.
He watched as she turned around and ran upstairs to grab some of her clothes, seeing as her and Draco were about the same size. After going through her closet she pulled out a pair of white boy shorts with navy and light blue stripes going down the sides and a plain navy t-shirt. Grabbing a pair of fresh socks she made her way down the stairs again.
When she got there she handed him the clothes and walked into the other room to give him some privacy.
A couple minutes later Draco hobbled into the dining room rubbing his eyes. He sat down at the table and looked at his breakfast.
"Cocoa Puffs?" He asked Hermione, a look of disbelief on his face.
"You know what they're called?" Hermione asked, surprised.
"They have them at Hogwarts." He retorted. "It's bad enough that I have to wear a Mudblood's clothes."
"You know I was about to forgive you until that last comment. Deal with it." Hermione told him and reached for the milk.
They had a quiet breakfast and then cleared their plates.
"Since you ran away and you're going to be staying here, we should go to Target or something to get you some clothes."
Draco considered this and then asked, "Where do we get the money?"
"You're forgetting that when my parents died they left their money to me, and they were rich, so now I'm rich. Not to be rude or anything."
"Oh. And I'm guessing you have a car?" He raised his eyebrow
"Uh, yeah, I have a black Saab. Well, it's...was my parents, but now I guess it's mine."
"Ok then. When should we go?"
"Today if you want, I mean you look a lot better now that you put ice on all of your old bruises. You're luck he didn't get you last night because we would get a lot of weird looks." She giggled, even though it wasn't very funny.
"Riiiiiiiiight. Should we go right now?" He asked
Hermione shrugged. "Sure, just let me get some money." She stood up and left the room.
Hermione sat back and tried to absorb what she had just heard.
Draco's father beats him? God, I though I had it bad with both my parents dead, but this seems a lot worse. She thought to herself.
"I'm really sorry, I had no idea. I guess you can stay here since you have nowhere else to go. I mean, if you want to."
Draco nodded.
"Ok. I could use some company." She smiled. "I'm going to go get some breakfast." She told him as she got up to go into the kitchen.
"One second," he called to her as she was about to disappear. "Where exactly are my clothes?"
Hermione blushed. "You were so soaked last night and the water was so cold, I took your clothes off and put them in the dryer. As you'll notice I had enough courtesy to leave your boxers on."
Plus, I really didn't want to see that much of you. She thought, suppressing a giggle.
"Whatever..." he rolled his eyes at her.
Hermione stood in the kitchen wondering what to make for breakfast. Malfoy seemed okay, now that had been taken care of and had a place to stay. She opened a cupboard and scanned it for something to eat. Finding nothing she bent down to look in the cereal cabinet.
"Aha! Cocoa Puffs!" She grinned.
She grabbed two bowls, two spoons and a quart of milk, set them on the table then went back into the living room.
"Do you think you can walk?" She asked him.
Draco nodded.
"Ok, I'm going to get you some clothes then you can come and sit at the table so we can eat breakfast." She explained.
He watched as she turned around and ran upstairs to grab some of her clothes, seeing as her and Draco were about the same size. After going through her closet she pulled out a pair of white boy shorts with navy and light blue stripes going down the sides and a plain navy t-shirt. Grabbing a pair of fresh socks she made her way down the stairs again.
When she got there she handed him the clothes and walked into the other room to give him some privacy.
A couple minutes later Draco hobbled into the dining room rubbing his eyes. He sat down at the table and looked at his breakfast.
"Cocoa Puffs?" He asked Hermione, a look of disbelief on his face.
"You know what they're called?" Hermione asked, surprised.
"They have them at Hogwarts." He retorted. "It's bad enough that I have to wear a Mudblood's clothes."
"You know I was about to forgive you until that last comment. Deal with it." Hermione told him and reached for the milk.
They had a quiet breakfast and then cleared their plates.
"Since you ran away and you're going to be staying here, we should go to Target or something to get you some clothes."
Draco considered this and then asked, "Where do we get the money?"
"You're forgetting that when my parents died they left their money to me, and they were rich, so now I'm rich. Not to be rude or anything."
"Oh. And I'm guessing you have a car?" He raised his eyebrow
"Uh, yeah, I have a black Saab. Well, it's...was my parents, but now I guess it's mine."
"Ok then. When should we go?"
"Today if you want, I mean you look a lot better now that you put ice on all of your old bruises. You're luck he didn't get you last night because we would get a lot of weird looks." She giggled, even though it wasn't very funny.
"Riiiiiiiiight. Should we go right now?" He asked
Hermione shrugged. "Sure, just let me get some money." She stood up and left the room.