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Stranger at my Door
Chapter Two
Hermione acted even before she thought, which was needless to say, the first time she did so. She knew it wouldn't solve her problem but maybe, just maybe, it would buy her some time. What had she done? She'd slammed the door in his face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Hermione?" her father yelled at her as he yanked the door open again. Ugh, her time to think was just cut short.
Hermione's POV
"You will treat these men with respect, you hear me?" my dad said fiercely. I hadn't even noticed another person standing along side Malfoy. Even though I'd never seen this man before I knew it was the all talked about "father" aka Lucius Malfoy. Even if I'd never heard of Lucius it was obvious they were related- same shockingly blonde-white hair, cold bluish gray eyes, hinted with amusement at the moment.
"I'm so terribly sorry," daddy apologized to the Malfoys, putting on a smile and inviting them in.
Malfoy (younger) smirked at me and brought my hand to his lips as he bowed. "Bonjour," he said his eyes laughing at me. I blushed, with fury or embarrassment, I don't know.
"Does he speak English?" my father asked looking uneasy.
"Wee, I do," Malfoy said in a fake French accent, "I am, ah.still learning."
I glared at him, hating him for lying but curious why he was here.
"Hermione, why don't you show - Draco is it?" Malfoy Senor nodded, "where he is sleeping?"
I shook my head no.
"Why not, darling?" his voice shaking with anger. He hissed darling like it was a curse or a word that was not to be said.
"Because," I told him innocently, "You never told me where he was going to sleep."
"Stop trying to be a smart-ass Hermione and show him his God (sorry sorry!) damn room!"
I huffed and started up the stairs Malfoy right behind me. I opened the door to my room showing him in. I never in a billion years thought I'd be showing Malfoy into my room.
He turned and looked at me in disgust.
"What?" I asked with a lace of venom in my voice.
"Granger," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "This is a girl's room."
"Yeah, well get over it. Either you sleep here or you sleep downstairs on the couch," I told him, echoing what my father had told me. When Malfoy didn't answer right away I decided to try to steer his thoughts toward sleeping on the couch. "Well if you're not going to answer I'll answer for you. The couch is downstairs and to the right." Okay maybe that was a little too subtle.
"No thanks, Mudblood, I think I'll take this room," he answered after hearing how much I wanted my room.
We stood there a couple of minutes in charged silence until he spoke up, "What's up with your face?" then sat down on my bed.
"What do you mean?" I asked offensively then absentmindedly joining him on the bed.
Malfoy rolled his eyes at me, "You were crying, Mudblood. Why?"
"Why should I tell you?"
Why did he have to remind me of earlier events? Ugh.
More silence.
"Hello Draco dear!" my mother came through the door. Malfoy quickly jumped off the bed and gracefully made his way to my mom, bowed, and kissed her hand. My mom giggled. Hmm.now tell me class, what's wrong with this picture?
"So Draco, I was wondering if you ate dinner yet?" she asked him when he let go of her hand.
"I did not," Malfoy replied in his fake French accent.
"Why don't you come downstairs and I'll make you something then?"
"Ah.Thank you," Malfoy accepted her offer.
"Why don't you come too, Hermione?" my mom suggested.
"I'm not hungry," I answered coldly. I didn't want to spend more time with Malfoy than I absolutely had to. Besides I was still mad at her. She hadn't defended me from my father. My own mother was against me!
"That's okay dear. You can come anyway," she insisted with a strained smile.
I mumbled some nonsense words under my breath and followed. Malfoy just smirked at me, clearly amused by all of this.
"What would you like, dear?" Mother asked the lying, cheating, piece of- sorry.Malfoy.
"Iz eet posseeble for you to make pancakes?" Malfoy wondered innocently. I shook my head. There was no way my mother would-
"Sure sweetheart."
My jaw dropped for the second time that day as I stared at her in disbelief.
"How come you're making him pancakes? You've never made daddy and me pancakes!" I protested.
"He's a guest in our house and we treat our guests with respect." Then she added as if in an after thought, "besides, if you want some you can have some too."
"I'm not hungry," I said like a five year old, crossing my arms and plopping into a chair next to Malfoy. But as soon as that batter hit the pan I wished I'd never refused. I was hungry, I realized as mother set Malfoy's plate of pancakes in front of him.
My mouth watered and my stomach rumbled as he took his time elaborately buttering it and bathing it in syrup.
"Merci, Mrs. Granger."
The longer I look at the delicious looking pancakes the hungrier I got. Soon I remembered that I'd left the dinner table before I had a chance to even touch my food, let along eat any.
Now I was staring at him delicately cut them, putting the first bit into his mouth. Maybe it was just me but it looked like slow motion.
With all the pancake staring I hadn't noticed my mom leave the room or that Malfoy was also staring at me.
He speared a couple more pieces on the fork and brought it to mouth level.
"Want some?" he asked rather teasingly.
I nodded quickly. I'd left all my pride the second I'd started staring.
"Little mudblood Granger's hungry?" I glared by nodded again.
Malfoy smirked slightly but pulled the fork away when I tried to take it. "Tut-tut." I put my hand down and let him feed it to me. It was strange. here I was in the middle of my kitchen with my worst enemy letting him FEED me. Ugh, what was wrong with me?
Malfoy slowly put the fork down, still looking in my eyes. Then his flicked down to my lips and back up to my eyes. He started leaning in and I felt myself freeze realizing what was happening. I didn't want to kiss him.I hated him! But it was like a magnetic pull- you just could break away.
Our lips met. It was nothing big, just a brief contact, but even as we pulled away, our faces stayed close, our eyes unblinking. Because we'd both felt it. It was like a jolt of electricity that passed between us. I'd never felt it before- not even while kissing Ron. Ron. at that thought I backed away as fast as I could, ran up the stairs, into my room and locked the door.-
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a/n- Did I make them move too fast? I really didn't mean for that to happen in this chapter. But that's what they wanted and when they want something they get it. [mumbles under breath] Please review! I'm not gonna update unless you do! Please tell me if there's a better way to go about this chapter, because I'd be happy to change some of it if you (the readers and reviews) have better ideas on what to do about that scene that wasn't supposed to be there. I will assure all of you though, that things between Hermione and Draco are going to slow down for a while, they remember why they hate each other and junk, THEN it should pick up on the romance end. Wow this is a long a/n. Okay then I'm out.
You can flame me but all flames will be used to roast marshmallows for S'mores!
And I thank all of you who updated!! I really didn't expect to get any! You're my inspiration so please keep reviewing!
~*Ragazza Doulce*~
Stranger at my Door
Chapter Two
Hermione acted even before she thought, which was needless to say, the first time she did so. She knew it wouldn't solve her problem but maybe, just maybe, it would buy her some time. What had she done? She'd slammed the door in his face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Hermione?" her father yelled at her as he yanked the door open again. Ugh, her time to think was just cut short.
Hermione's POV
"You will treat these men with respect, you hear me?" my dad said fiercely. I hadn't even noticed another person standing along side Malfoy. Even though I'd never seen this man before I knew it was the all talked about "father" aka Lucius Malfoy. Even if I'd never heard of Lucius it was obvious they were related- same shockingly blonde-white hair, cold bluish gray eyes, hinted with amusement at the moment.
"I'm so terribly sorry," daddy apologized to the Malfoys, putting on a smile and inviting them in.
Malfoy (younger) smirked at me and brought my hand to his lips as he bowed. "Bonjour," he said his eyes laughing at me. I blushed, with fury or embarrassment, I don't know.
"Does he speak English?" my father asked looking uneasy.
"Wee, I do," Malfoy said in a fake French accent, "I am, ah.still learning."
I glared at him, hating him for lying but curious why he was here.
"Hermione, why don't you show - Draco is it?" Malfoy Senor nodded, "where he is sleeping?"
I shook my head no.
"Why not, darling?" his voice shaking with anger. He hissed darling like it was a curse or a word that was not to be said.
"Because," I told him innocently, "You never told me where he was going to sleep."
"Stop trying to be a smart-ass Hermione and show him his God (sorry sorry!) damn room!"
I huffed and started up the stairs Malfoy right behind me. I opened the door to my room showing him in. I never in a billion years thought I'd be showing Malfoy into my room.
He turned and looked at me in disgust.
"What?" I asked with a lace of venom in my voice.
"Granger," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "This is a girl's room."
"Yeah, well get over it. Either you sleep here or you sleep downstairs on the couch," I told him, echoing what my father had told me. When Malfoy didn't answer right away I decided to try to steer his thoughts toward sleeping on the couch. "Well if you're not going to answer I'll answer for you. The couch is downstairs and to the right." Okay maybe that was a little too subtle.
"No thanks, Mudblood, I think I'll take this room," he answered after hearing how much I wanted my room.
We stood there a couple of minutes in charged silence until he spoke up, "What's up with your face?" then sat down on my bed.
"What do you mean?" I asked offensively then absentmindedly joining him on the bed.
Malfoy rolled his eyes at me, "You were crying, Mudblood. Why?"
"Why should I tell you?"
Why did he have to remind me of earlier events? Ugh.
More silence.
"Hello Draco dear!" my mother came through the door. Malfoy quickly jumped off the bed and gracefully made his way to my mom, bowed, and kissed her hand. My mom giggled. Hmm.now tell me class, what's wrong with this picture?
"So Draco, I was wondering if you ate dinner yet?" she asked him when he let go of her hand.
"I did not," Malfoy replied in his fake French accent.
"Why don't you come downstairs and I'll make you something then?"
"Ah.Thank you," Malfoy accepted her offer.
"Why don't you come too, Hermione?" my mom suggested.
"I'm not hungry," I answered coldly. I didn't want to spend more time with Malfoy than I absolutely had to. Besides I was still mad at her. She hadn't defended me from my father. My own mother was against me!
"That's okay dear. You can come anyway," she insisted with a strained smile.
I mumbled some nonsense words under my breath and followed. Malfoy just smirked at me, clearly amused by all of this.
"What would you like, dear?" Mother asked the lying, cheating, piece of- sorry.Malfoy.
"Iz eet posseeble for you to make pancakes?" Malfoy wondered innocently. I shook my head. There was no way my mother would-
"Sure sweetheart."
My jaw dropped for the second time that day as I stared at her in disbelief.
"How come you're making him pancakes? You've never made daddy and me pancakes!" I protested.
"He's a guest in our house and we treat our guests with respect." Then she added as if in an after thought, "besides, if you want some you can have some too."
"I'm not hungry," I said like a five year old, crossing my arms and plopping into a chair next to Malfoy. But as soon as that batter hit the pan I wished I'd never refused. I was hungry, I realized as mother set Malfoy's plate of pancakes in front of him.
My mouth watered and my stomach rumbled as he took his time elaborately buttering it and bathing it in syrup.
"Merci, Mrs. Granger."
The longer I look at the delicious looking pancakes the hungrier I got. Soon I remembered that I'd left the dinner table before I had a chance to even touch my food, let along eat any.
Now I was staring at him delicately cut them, putting the first bit into his mouth. Maybe it was just me but it looked like slow motion.
With all the pancake staring I hadn't noticed my mom leave the room or that Malfoy was also staring at me.
He speared a couple more pieces on the fork and brought it to mouth level.
"Want some?" he asked rather teasingly.
I nodded quickly. I'd left all my pride the second I'd started staring.
"Little mudblood Granger's hungry?" I glared by nodded again.
Malfoy smirked slightly but pulled the fork away when I tried to take it. "Tut-tut." I put my hand down and let him feed it to me. It was strange. here I was in the middle of my kitchen with my worst enemy letting him FEED me. Ugh, what was wrong with me?
Malfoy slowly put the fork down, still looking in my eyes. Then his flicked down to my lips and back up to my eyes. He started leaning in and I felt myself freeze realizing what was happening. I didn't want to kiss him.I hated him! But it was like a magnetic pull- you just could break away.
Our lips met. It was nothing big, just a brief contact, but even as we pulled away, our faces stayed close, our eyes unblinking. Because we'd both felt it. It was like a jolt of electricity that passed between us. I'd never felt it before- not even while kissing Ron. Ron. at that thought I backed away as fast as I could, ran up the stairs, into my room and locked the door.-
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a/n- Did I make them move too fast? I really didn't mean for that to happen in this chapter. But that's what they wanted and when they want something they get it. [mumbles under breath] Please review! I'm not gonna update unless you do! Please tell me if there's a better way to go about this chapter, because I'd be happy to change some of it if you (the readers and reviews) have better ideas on what to do about that scene that wasn't supposed to be there. I will assure all of you though, that things between Hermione and Draco are going to slow down for a while, they remember why they hate each other and junk, THEN it should pick up on the romance end. Wow this is a long a/n. Okay then I'm out.
You can flame me but all flames will be used to roast marshmallows for S'mores!
And I thank all of you who updated!! I really didn't expect to get any! You're my inspiration so please keep reviewing!
~*Ragazza Doulce*~