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Stranger at my door
Chapter Three
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"Hermione!" her mother called through the door, "Are you going to just leave Draco all alone?"
Yes, as long as I possibly can, Hermione thought to herself.
Out loud she couldn't think of anything to say so she just grunted and opened the door.
"Good girl," Mrs. Granger said to her as if she were a dog or something.
"So, *mother*, where am I sleeping and where is *that*" she pointed at Draco, "sleeping?"
"*Draco*," her mother said firmly, "is sleeping in your room with you."
Hermione looked horrified, "B-but, there's only one bed!"
"It's a queen size, is it not?"
"Yeah, but- but- it's *him*! He'll like, rape me in my sleep or something!" Hermione protested.
"Watch your mouth Hermione May Granger! Besides, Mr. Malfoy would do no such thing!" she reassured her daughter. Hermione just stared at her mother unbelievingly.
"You'll figure something out, dear," she told Hermione, then pat her back "comforting" and left.
Draco smirked at her. Hermione turned on her heal and flung herself onto her bed face first.
"You're wrong, mudblood," Draco said to her from the doorway. Hermione looked up at him. He was leaning against her doorframe with his arms crossed and his usual smirk.
"About what?" she asked.
"About raping you in your sleep," he told her. When she just stared at him in amazement he smiled evilly and continued, "I'd wait until you woke up."
Hermione buried her face in her pillow and screamed with frustration.
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"I don't think it's a good idea, Dan. She's 15, she shouldn't be in the same bed as that boy," Mrs. Granger (Rajkumari) complained to her husband.
"You're the one always trusting her, I thought maybe you'd like the idea,'' he said.
"It's not that I don't trust her. And what part about having my only child sleeping in the same bed as someone we don't even know would I like?" she challenged.
"She has to learn that she can't always get her way. We can't always give her everything she asks for. We're raising her to be a spoiled bitch!"
"Get out," Hermione's mom told him in a strange calm. No one would take about her daughter like that. She was everything a mother could ask for. Her only flaw was being a teenager and she couldn't help that. For weeks straight Rajkumari had been taking his shit and doing nothing about it and her daughter hated her for it. Tonight she would make a stand.
"Excuse me?" Mr. Granger hissed.
"You heard me: Get. Out." She straightened. Dan hadn't been himself lately. Fighting with her. Yelling at Hermione. She was just scared of what he might do in this state.
But she'd be damned if she let him see that.
"This is my house and I'll do what I want."
Mrs. Granger never lost her temper before. She was always a quiet, shy girl who respected her parents and let people push her around. That was about to stop.
Rajkumari slapped her husband as hard as she could right across the face. His head snapped to the side.
"My father paid for this house, not you. So you better get out right now before I-"
"Before you what?" he challenged.
"I'll call the police," she stuck out her chin, looking so much like Hermione.
"No you won't," he told her, "Because if you do I'll make you wish you weren't born."
Without warning she sprinted to the phone.
But Dan got to her first. He grabbed her arm and struck her across the face. She fell to the floor.
"You will learn respect, Mari," he warned her and turned around to leave. He didn't want to look at her anymore. Before he went outside, though, he ripped the phone off the wall in rage, leaving it to crash to the floor. And all Mari could do was cry.
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Hermione pushed past Malfoy with her comforter and pillow in her arms.
"Where're you going?" he asked, tailing behind.
"I'm sleeping on the couch. I've decided that between sleeping in the same bed as you and sleeping on the couch- I'll take the couch. At least I won't have to worry about what you could do while I was asleep," Hermione told him, setting up her make-shift bed on the couch.
Malfoy just shrugged and replied, "Your choice. Too bad you'll be here *all alone* with nobody else around when the thunderstorm comes. And you know what?" he leaned in as if telling her a secret. "I heard there was some sort of serial killer out there. He's known to only attack in storms, so any noises would be pasted off as thunder. And the screams of the kids were thought to be from fright of lightning. Little did the parents know that at the very moment their kids were being brutally butchered.
"You see, this killer is very clever. he waits until the exact right moment then- he attacks."
Hermione stared at Malfoy, her eyes wide. It isn't true, she told herself. Malfoy's just making it up.
"You sure you wanna sleep down here? All *alone*?" Malfoy asked, stressing the word alone.
Hermione held her head up high and said, "Yes, I'm not afraid." But at that very moment thunder struck and she screamed and practically jumped into Malfoy's arms.
Malfoy pushed her away and said, "Suit yourself. It's not my fault if all we find pieces of you all over the house. And I'll say- I warned her." With that Malfoy went upstairs to get dressed (or *undressed*. sorry just thought you might like the visual lol) for bed.
Lightning flashed and it started to rain. "It's just a joke. It's not real. It's just a joke-" Hermione kept repeating to herself as she climbed onto the couch. "It's not real."
She focused her attention on the wall in front of her. A shadow that looked suspiciously like a person flashed there with the lightning and she squeezed her eyes shut, "ItsjustajokeItsnotreal," she repeated so fast that the words started slurring into each other.
But even through her fear, she was still a Gryffindor, meaning she couldn't stop herself from turning around to the window. She slowly turned her head toward the window. She couldn't see anything. It was too dark.
Probably nothing she told herself, not really believing it. She took a deep breath closed her eyes and then opened them, straining to see in the darkness.
Lightning flashed one after another, lighting up a crazy looking man with his face up against the window. Hermione screamed and got up to run upstairs. But as soon as she stood up she fell over, tangled up in her comforter. Panicking she kicked at it franticly trying to get out.
When she got out she didn't even glance back, she sprinted straight up those stairs banging into her room.
"Six minutes and 16 seconds," he said, looking at his watch. Draco sat on the bed smirking at her, as if he knew this was going to happen. "You did better than I thought you would."
Hermione stormed over to him. "You paid that guy to be out there, didn't you?!" she fumed. To her dismay and fright, Draco just looked back at her confused.
"What guy?" he asked her, showing no signs to make her believe he was lying.
"That- that guy, at the window," Hermione told him. But slowly that anger that had built inside her was turning into fear.
"I didn't have any guy out there to scare you," he said to her, quite serious. Her eyes widen slightly and she took a deep shuttering breath.
"Okay," Hermione whispered, sitting on the bed, unusually close to him. "If you didn't put him there."
She didn't finish the sentence as Draco jumped up from the bed and closed and locked the door. "That story was *not* supposed to scare me too," Draco told her and sat back down next to her. After a few seconds pause he said, "Are you sure you saw someone there?"
"What? Are you saying I'm seeing people now?" Hermione almost yelled. She was tired and she was scared, which meant she was very cranky.
"Chill, Granger, I was just suggesting that maybe you made a mistake- God forbid that though!" Draco said, suddenly angry. He just asked her a question! She didn't have to get all pissy about it!
"I'm sorry," she apologized rather forcefully. "I'm just tired okay?"
"So? Go to sleep. Save us all from being near you like this."
"I *have* nowhere to sleep. I'm not going back down there!" Hermione screeched.
Draco held up his hands in defense, "Don't yell at me. This isn't my fault," he paused when Hermione gave him a look, "Why don't you sleep here?"
"Because, Malfoy, I'm not sleeping in the same room as you due to the fact that you're a lying jerk who will not keep his hands to himself!"
"How would you know?" he questioned her quietly sounding offended.
"Because I know you," Hermione answered.
"Do you?" he asked, barely audible.
Hermione blinked in confusion. When he didn't continue though, she passed it off as her imagination.
"Fine, I'll sleep downstairs."
She was about to say fine when thunder struck again and she jumped onto his lap, with her arms around him. She took her face out of his chest and smiled at him sheepishly. Draco rose an eyebrow and smirked at her.
"Does this mean you want me to stay?" he waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.
Hermione hit his arm half playfully, "Perverted prick," she said while giggling.
Draco sighed dramatically, "I know. It's a curse that's been bared upon me." Then he broke out into a fit of giggles. (Not the girlie kind.)
"Fine, Malfoy," Hermione sighed, "You can stay."
"Good, 'cause if you said I couldn't, I would have made you leave!" he joked, getting under the covers and laying down.
"Shut up, I'm tired," Hermione yawned and laid down snuggling into him. (Awww! Lucky duck!)
They fell asleep in each others arms like that, with the door locked. The storm raged on in the night.
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a/n- Tell me what you think! Pretty please review! I need reviews to keep me writing! So do you like the fluff in this chapter? Was this chapter better than the last one? Personally I think so but I need you're opinion. Review! And thank you so so so so much to all of you that reviewed last chapter! You make my world complete! Lol.
~*Ragazza Doulce*~
Stranger at my door
Chapter Three
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"Hermione!" her mother called through the door, "Are you going to just leave Draco all alone?"
Yes, as long as I possibly can, Hermione thought to herself.
Out loud she couldn't think of anything to say so she just grunted and opened the door.
"Good girl," Mrs. Granger said to her as if she were a dog or something.
"So, *mother*, where am I sleeping and where is *that*" she pointed at Draco, "sleeping?"
"*Draco*," her mother said firmly, "is sleeping in your room with you."
Hermione looked horrified, "B-but, there's only one bed!"
"It's a queen size, is it not?"
"Yeah, but- but- it's *him*! He'll like, rape me in my sleep or something!" Hermione protested.
"Watch your mouth Hermione May Granger! Besides, Mr. Malfoy would do no such thing!" she reassured her daughter. Hermione just stared at her mother unbelievingly.
"You'll figure something out, dear," she told Hermione, then pat her back "comforting" and left.
Draco smirked at her. Hermione turned on her heal and flung herself onto her bed face first.
"You're wrong, mudblood," Draco said to her from the doorway. Hermione looked up at him. He was leaning against her doorframe with his arms crossed and his usual smirk.
"About what?" she asked.
"About raping you in your sleep," he told her. When she just stared at him in amazement he smiled evilly and continued, "I'd wait until you woke up."
Hermione buried her face in her pillow and screamed with frustration.
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"I don't think it's a good idea, Dan. She's 15, she shouldn't be in the same bed as that boy," Mrs. Granger (Rajkumari) complained to her husband.
"You're the one always trusting her, I thought maybe you'd like the idea,'' he said.
"It's not that I don't trust her. And what part about having my only child sleeping in the same bed as someone we don't even know would I like?" she challenged.
"She has to learn that she can't always get her way. We can't always give her everything she asks for. We're raising her to be a spoiled bitch!"
"Get out," Hermione's mom told him in a strange calm. No one would take about her daughter like that. She was everything a mother could ask for. Her only flaw was being a teenager and she couldn't help that. For weeks straight Rajkumari had been taking his shit and doing nothing about it and her daughter hated her for it. Tonight she would make a stand.
"Excuse me?" Mr. Granger hissed.
"You heard me: Get. Out." She straightened. Dan hadn't been himself lately. Fighting with her. Yelling at Hermione. She was just scared of what he might do in this state.
But she'd be damned if she let him see that.
"This is my house and I'll do what I want."
Mrs. Granger never lost her temper before. She was always a quiet, shy girl who respected her parents and let people push her around. That was about to stop.
Rajkumari slapped her husband as hard as she could right across the face. His head snapped to the side.
"My father paid for this house, not you. So you better get out right now before I-"
"Before you what?" he challenged.
"I'll call the police," she stuck out her chin, looking so much like Hermione.
"No you won't," he told her, "Because if you do I'll make you wish you weren't born."
Without warning she sprinted to the phone.
But Dan got to her first. He grabbed her arm and struck her across the face. She fell to the floor.
"You will learn respect, Mari," he warned her and turned around to leave. He didn't want to look at her anymore. Before he went outside, though, he ripped the phone off the wall in rage, leaving it to crash to the floor. And all Mari could do was cry.
~*~*~
Hermione pushed past Malfoy with her comforter and pillow in her arms.
"Where're you going?" he asked, tailing behind.
"I'm sleeping on the couch. I've decided that between sleeping in the same bed as you and sleeping on the couch- I'll take the couch. At least I won't have to worry about what you could do while I was asleep," Hermione told him, setting up her make-shift bed on the couch.
Malfoy just shrugged and replied, "Your choice. Too bad you'll be here *all alone* with nobody else around when the thunderstorm comes. And you know what?" he leaned in as if telling her a secret. "I heard there was some sort of serial killer out there. He's known to only attack in storms, so any noises would be pasted off as thunder. And the screams of the kids were thought to be from fright of lightning. Little did the parents know that at the very moment their kids were being brutally butchered.
"You see, this killer is very clever. he waits until the exact right moment then- he attacks."
Hermione stared at Malfoy, her eyes wide. It isn't true, she told herself. Malfoy's just making it up.
"You sure you wanna sleep down here? All *alone*?" Malfoy asked, stressing the word alone.
Hermione held her head up high and said, "Yes, I'm not afraid." But at that very moment thunder struck and she screamed and practically jumped into Malfoy's arms.
Malfoy pushed her away and said, "Suit yourself. It's not my fault if all we find pieces of you all over the house. And I'll say- I warned her." With that Malfoy went upstairs to get dressed (or *undressed*. sorry just thought you might like the visual lol) for bed.
Lightning flashed and it started to rain. "It's just a joke. It's not real. It's just a joke-" Hermione kept repeating to herself as she climbed onto the couch. "It's not real."
She focused her attention on the wall in front of her. A shadow that looked suspiciously like a person flashed there with the lightning and she squeezed her eyes shut, "ItsjustajokeItsnotreal," she repeated so fast that the words started slurring into each other.
But even through her fear, she was still a Gryffindor, meaning she couldn't stop herself from turning around to the window. She slowly turned her head toward the window. She couldn't see anything. It was too dark.
Probably nothing she told herself, not really believing it. She took a deep breath closed her eyes and then opened them, straining to see in the darkness.
Lightning flashed one after another, lighting up a crazy looking man with his face up against the window. Hermione screamed and got up to run upstairs. But as soon as she stood up she fell over, tangled up in her comforter. Panicking she kicked at it franticly trying to get out.
When she got out she didn't even glance back, she sprinted straight up those stairs banging into her room.
"Six minutes and 16 seconds," he said, looking at his watch. Draco sat on the bed smirking at her, as if he knew this was going to happen. "You did better than I thought you would."
Hermione stormed over to him. "You paid that guy to be out there, didn't you?!" she fumed. To her dismay and fright, Draco just looked back at her confused.
"What guy?" he asked her, showing no signs to make her believe he was lying.
"That- that guy, at the window," Hermione told him. But slowly that anger that had built inside her was turning into fear.
"I didn't have any guy out there to scare you," he said to her, quite serious. Her eyes widen slightly and she took a deep shuttering breath.
"Okay," Hermione whispered, sitting on the bed, unusually close to him. "If you didn't put him there."
She didn't finish the sentence as Draco jumped up from the bed and closed and locked the door. "That story was *not* supposed to scare me too," Draco told her and sat back down next to her. After a few seconds pause he said, "Are you sure you saw someone there?"
"What? Are you saying I'm seeing people now?" Hermione almost yelled. She was tired and she was scared, which meant she was very cranky.
"Chill, Granger, I was just suggesting that maybe you made a mistake- God forbid that though!" Draco said, suddenly angry. He just asked her a question! She didn't have to get all pissy about it!
"I'm sorry," she apologized rather forcefully. "I'm just tired okay?"
"So? Go to sleep. Save us all from being near you like this."
"I *have* nowhere to sleep. I'm not going back down there!" Hermione screeched.
Draco held up his hands in defense, "Don't yell at me. This isn't my fault," he paused when Hermione gave him a look, "Why don't you sleep here?"
"Because, Malfoy, I'm not sleeping in the same room as you due to the fact that you're a lying jerk who will not keep his hands to himself!"
"How would you know?" he questioned her quietly sounding offended.
"Because I know you," Hermione answered.
"Do you?" he asked, barely audible.
Hermione blinked in confusion. When he didn't continue though, she passed it off as her imagination.
"Fine, I'll sleep downstairs."
She was about to say fine when thunder struck again and she jumped onto his lap, with her arms around him. She took her face out of his chest and smiled at him sheepishly. Draco rose an eyebrow and smirked at her.
"Does this mean you want me to stay?" he waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.
Hermione hit his arm half playfully, "Perverted prick," she said while giggling.
Draco sighed dramatically, "I know. It's a curse that's been bared upon me." Then he broke out into a fit of giggles. (Not the girlie kind.)
"Fine, Malfoy," Hermione sighed, "You can stay."
"Good, 'cause if you said I couldn't, I would have made you leave!" he joked, getting under the covers and laying down.
"Shut up, I'm tired," Hermione yawned and laid down snuggling into him. (Awww! Lucky duck!)
They fell asleep in each others arms like that, with the door locked. The storm raged on in the night.
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a/n- Tell me what you think! Pretty please review! I need reviews to keep me writing! So do you like the fluff in this chapter? Was this chapter better than the last one? Personally I think so but I need you're opinion. Review! And thank you so so so so much to all of you that reviewed last chapter! You make my world complete! Lol.
~*Ragazza Doulce*~