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Stranger at my door
Chapter four
Malfoy slowly came into consciousness, but didn't open his eyes. He frowned when he felt someone with their arms around him and legs entwined with his. Pansy?he wondered. Nope, that wouldn't make sense, she never stays the night.
Malfoy opened his eyes, blinking a couple times against the light. That's when he saw her. Hermione Granger was sleeping next to him. He was so surprised he yelped, rolled over and fell off the bed.
"Wha?" she said groggily, but did the same thing he did. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" she asked sharply. "And why the *hell* were you in my bed?!"
Malfoy raised his eyebrows, "Um.I hate to break it to you but I'll be here for a while."
"Well, at least all our clothes are on," Hermione said to no one in particular, ignoring his comment. Suddenly images of last night flooded her vision. Downstairs, story, thunderstorm, man, scared, upstairs. She looked up at him. He wasn't too unpleasant last night. Not many horrible comments.the things he said were said with an air of laughter. She was about to say this out loud when Draco opened his big mouth.
"Why would *I* sleep with a mudblood?" he sneered. He almost took it back when he saw the look on her face, but decided against it.
"Then why'd you kiss me?" she asked. Until she said that she'd forgotten all about that. Draco paled slightly at the reminder of this and thought a second before he answered.
"I was confused, I made a mistake. Beside," he added with a smirk, "You should be grateful a Malfoy gave you such treatment." He thought a moment, "You should be happy *anyone* would give you such treatment."
Hermione quickly looked away, and stood up. "Fine," she said in a snippy voice, "But you're sleeping downstairs tonight."
Before Draco could protest, she turned and left the room, leaving him confused.
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"I'm going over to Brandee's!" Hermione called from the door. She was almost out. she almost escaped but no. She couldn't do *that*, she couldn't leave dear ickle *Draco.*
"Why don't you bring Draco along with you?" Mrs. Granger asked, no rather, TOLD Hermione. Hermione glanced worriedly at a dark bruise on her mother's face, which she had obviously tried to cover up with make-up, but said nothing of it.
"Do I have to?" Hermione whined. Her mom's face was stern.
"Yes," she ordered, "He's new here. He doesn't know anyone, you should help him adjust."
Hermione took a deep shaky breath. All she wanted to do this summer was hang out with her best friend and do normal things. Pretend that for once she was normal, she wasn't a witch and that she wasn't constantly fearing that she would be struck dead by Voldemort. She was so upset about Malfoy ruining her planning that she almost yelled at her mom that Malfoy was an asshole who was probably planning her demise right now!
Yet, she held it in her. She kept his secret; that he wasn't really a French muggle trying to get away from war.
Glaring at her mother she bounded up the stairs to fetch the ferret.
"Get your lazy ass up. You're coming with me," Hermione demanded at the teenager. He was currently relaxing on her bed in his boxers, too lazy to get dressed. Hermione blushed some when she realized just how little he was wearing. And his muscles weren't half bad either. Her blush turned to a deeper red and she mentally slapped herself.
Malfoy smirked at her, obviously enjoying how uncomfortable she was. "And where am I going?"
"My mom's making me take you with me to my friend Brandee's house," then as if reading his mind she crossed her arms and added sharply, "But if you touch her in any way I will not hesitate to hurt you. You will be on your best behavior."
"Yes mother," Malfoy mocked, "You take the fun out of everything Granger."
"Sometimes things aren't meant to be fun," Hermione whispered, "Sometimes fun just gets you hurt." Malfoy looked at her. He wasn't sure if he actually heard her or if he was just imagining it. But if she really *did* say that, he knew that something was really wrong with this girl. That she was probably a danger to herself.
A lot like him..
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Hermione's POV
After much prodding I finally got him to AGREE to get dressed. Even then he couldn't make up his mind of what to wear.
"Should I wear my black jeans and black shirt? Or the forest green sweater?" Malfoy counted in his head.
"My God, Malfoy, you're worse then a girl before a date!" I told him, laughing a little. "Are you sure you're straight?"
He just threw my pillow at me, hitting me square in the face, as an attempt to shut me up. Too bad for him that all it did was make me laugh harder.
"Not like *you* would understand, Granger," Draco sneered. That shut me up.
"Do you have multiple personalities or something?" I asked Malfoy, being quite truthful. "One minute you're joking around, being completely awesome to be around, the next you're that arrogant, jerk who I've grown up to hate!"
Malfoy showed no reaction to my words. All he did was say, "You finished?"
"Yes," I answered shortly with my arms folded tightly, my lips set in a line. After about a minute of just standing there tapping my foot I finally loosened up a bit. I guess I over reacted. I was just so stressed about my dad. He wasn't being himself lately and I wanted to know why. It really scared me.
"So, where *are* you're clothes? I never saw you bring a trunk or anything," I asked after a couple deep breaths.
Malfoy's face paled more than usual and he shouted, "Crap!"
"You *forgot* your *clothes*? Now that's smart," I smirked at him, already feeling some of my anger dissipating.
"Shut up, I'm sorry if I didn't have to pack my wardrobe as my father dragged me out the door to this wretched and tiny place," he snapped at me.
"We worked hard for this place, harder than your family has ever worked, Malfoy, and we're proud of it. If you have a problem with it then get out," I told him in a steady but quiet voice.
Malfoy snorted but I could tell by his eyes that what I said hit a nerve. Now that I thought about it, his eyes were usually his only give-away of what he felt.
"I guess we'll just have to buy you some clothes. You'll just have to wear what you wore yesterday," I suggested, trying to act as if the last couple minutes never happened.
"Oh joy, I get to go on a shopping spree with a mudblood. I'm so excited," he sneered at me sarcastically. Now that hurt. It shouldn't.I mean, I should be used to it by now, it's been five years since I first heard that horrid name. Yet somehow, it still stung terribly.
"Fine, you go by yourself. See what I care. The less time I have to spend with you the better!" I yelled at him, biting back my tears I continued, "It's not like I *invited* you here! I didn't even know that you were coming! I didn't choose this, Malfoy, so don't punish me."
"Yeah, well did you think that *I* chose this?" he yelled back, "Well, I didn't! So maybe you should think about someone other than yourself for once!"
Almost an exact quote of what my father told me. Maybe he was right. maybe I was selfish. Wait! What was I saying-?
"*I'm* selfish?! Malfoy what about you?! You're the one totally absorbed in nothing but yourself! You think *nothing* of other people!"
"Yeah, well that's who I am, okay! That's how I was raised and that's how I like it! So just. just. fuck off!"
I drew in a deep breath, shaky with anger but I tried my best to be the better person and swallow it. "Fine, whatever. I guess I'm forced to take you to the mall or something to get some clothes. *but* since I don't think I'd be able to handle any more time alone with you, I'm inviting Brandee along."
Malfoy, still surprised from me giving up so easily, just nodded. "Good, now get dressed." This time he didn't protest.
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"I'm bringing Draco to the mall!" Hermione called to her mother, who was somewhere unseen in the house. "Okay!" came her muffled response.
Hermione dashed out the door, Draco right behind her, but stopped suddenly and screamed. Draco, not knowing that she was going to stop, ran right into her making her lose her balance. He caught her around the waist and steadied her.
"Watch where you're going, mudblood," he sneered, hastily letting go of her. "Why the fu-" He stopped and saw what she was looking at.
Her dad.
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I think I'll leave you here. I'm so cruel. Or maybe I'm not. maybe this isn't even a cliffy. I dunno. Hope ya'll liked it! Review pleas!!! I need them as inspiration! (That sounds really cheesy doesn't it? *sigh*)
Thank you all who reviewed!
~Ragazza Doulce~
Stranger at my door
Chapter four
Malfoy slowly came into consciousness, but didn't open his eyes. He frowned when he felt someone with their arms around him and legs entwined with his. Pansy?he wondered. Nope, that wouldn't make sense, she never stays the night.
Malfoy opened his eyes, blinking a couple times against the light. That's when he saw her. Hermione Granger was sleeping next to him. He was so surprised he yelped, rolled over and fell off the bed.
"Wha?" she said groggily, but did the same thing he did. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" she asked sharply. "And why the *hell* were you in my bed?!"
Malfoy raised his eyebrows, "Um.I hate to break it to you but I'll be here for a while."
"Well, at least all our clothes are on," Hermione said to no one in particular, ignoring his comment. Suddenly images of last night flooded her vision. Downstairs, story, thunderstorm, man, scared, upstairs. She looked up at him. He wasn't too unpleasant last night. Not many horrible comments.the things he said were said with an air of laughter. She was about to say this out loud when Draco opened his big mouth.
"Why would *I* sleep with a mudblood?" he sneered. He almost took it back when he saw the look on her face, but decided against it.
"Then why'd you kiss me?" she asked. Until she said that she'd forgotten all about that. Draco paled slightly at the reminder of this and thought a second before he answered.
"I was confused, I made a mistake. Beside," he added with a smirk, "You should be grateful a Malfoy gave you such treatment." He thought a moment, "You should be happy *anyone* would give you such treatment."
Hermione quickly looked away, and stood up. "Fine," she said in a snippy voice, "But you're sleeping downstairs tonight."
Before Draco could protest, she turned and left the room, leaving him confused.
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"I'm going over to Brandee's!" Hermione called from the door. She was almost out. she almost escaped but no. She couldn't do *that*, she couldn't leave dear ickle *Draco.*
"Why don't you bring Draco along with you?" Mrs. Granger asked, no rather, TOLD Hermione. Hermione glanced worriedly at a dark bruise on her mother's face, which she had obviously tried to cover up with make-up, but said nothing of it.
"Do I have to?" Hermione whined. Her mom's face was stern.
"Yes," she ordered, "He's new here. He doesn't know anyone, you should help him adjust."
Hermione took a deep shaky breath. All she wanted to do this summer was hang out with her best friend and do normal things. Pretend that for once she was normal, she wasn't a witch and that she wasn't constantly fearing that she would be struck dead by Voldemort. She was so upset about Malfoy ruining her planning that she almost yelled at her mom that Malfoy was an asshole who was probably planning her demise right now!
Yet, she held it in her. She kept his secret; that he wasn't really a French muggle trying to get away from war.
Glaring at her mother she bounded up the stairs to fetch the ferret.
"Get your lazy ass up. You're coming with me," Hermione demanded at the teenager. He was currently relaxing on her bed in his boxers, too lazy to get dressed. Hermione blushed some when she realized just how little he was wearing. And his muscles weren't half bad either. Her blush turned to a deeper red and she mentally slapped herself.
Malfoy smirked at her, obviously enjoying how uncomfortable she was. "And where am I going?"
"My mom's making me take you with me to my friend Brandee's house," then as if reading his mind she crossed her arms and added sharply, "But if you touch her in any way I will not hesitate to hurt you. You will be on your best behavior."
"Yes mother," Malfoy mocked, "You take the fun out of everything Granger."
"Sometimes things aren't meant to be fun," Hermione whispered, "Sometimes fun just gets you hurt." Malfoy looked at her. He wasn't sure if he actually heard her or if he was just imagining it. But if she really *did* say that, he knew that something was really wrong with this girl. That she was probably a danger to herself.
A lot like him..
~*~*~
Hermione's POV
After much prodding I finally got him to AGREE to get dressed. Even then he couldn't make up his mind of what to wear.
"Should I wear my black jeans and black shirt? Or the forest green sweater?" Malfoy counted in his head.
"My God, Malfoy, you're worse then a girl before a date!" I told him, laughing a little. "Are you sure you're straight?"
He just threw my pillow at me, hitting me square in the face, as an attempt to shut me up. Too bad for him that all it did was make me laugh harder.
"Not like *you* would understand, Granger," Draco sneered. That shut me up.
"Do you have multiple personalities or something?" I asked Malfoy, being quite truthful. "One minute you're joking around, being completely awesome to be around, the next you're that arrogant, jerk who I've grown up to hate!"
Malfoy showed no reaction to my words. All he did was say, "You finished?"
"Yes," I answered shortly with my arms folded tightly, my lips set in a line. After about a minute of just standing there tapping my foot I finally loosened up a bit. I guess I over reacted. I was just so stressed about my dad. He wasn't being himself lately and I wanted to know why. It really scared me.
"So, where *are* you're clothes? I never saw you bring a trunk or anything," I asked after a couple deep breaths.
Malfoy's face paled more than usual and he shouted, "Crap!"
"You *forgot* your *clothes*? Now that's smart," I smirked at him, already feeling some of my anger dissipating.
"Shut up, I'm sorry if I didn't have to pack my wardrobe as my father dragged me out the door to this wretched and tiny place," he snapped at me.
"We worked hard for this place, harder than your family has ever worked, Malfoy, and we're proud of it. If you have a problem with it then get out," I told him in a steady but quiet voice.
Malfoy snorted but I could tell by his eyes that what I said hit a nerve. Now that I thought about it, his eyes were usually his only give-away of what he felt.
"I guess we'll just have to buy you some clothes. You'll just have to wear what you wore yesterday," I suggested, trying to act as if the last couple minutes never happened.
"Oh joy, I get to go on a shopping spree with a mudblood. I'm so excited," he sneered at me sarcastically. Now that hurt. It shouldn't.I mean, I should be used to it by now, it's been five years since I first heard that horrid name. Yet somehow, it still stung terribly.
"Fine, you go by yourself. See what I care. The less time I have to spend with you the better!" I yelled at him, biting back my tears I continued, "It's not like I *invited* you here! I didn't even know that you were coming! I didn't choose this, Malfoy, so don't punish me."
"Yeah, well did you think that *I* chose this?" he yelled back, "Well, I didn't! So maybe you should think about someone other than yourself for once!"
Almost an exact quote of what my father told me. Maybe he was right. maybe I was selfish. Wait! What was I saying-?
"*I'm* selfish?! Malfoy what about you?! You're the one totally absorbed in nothing but yourself! You think *nothing* of other people!"
"Yeah, well that's who I am, okay! That's how I was raised and that's how I like it! So just. just. fuck off!"
I drew in a deep breath, shaky with anger but I tried my best to be the better person and swallow it. "Fine, whatever. I guess I'm forced to take you to the mall or something to get some clothes. *but* since I don't think I'd be able to handle any more time alone with you, I'm inviting Brandee along."
Malfoy, still surprised from me giving up so easily, just nodded. "Good, now get dressed." This time he didn't protest.
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"I'm bringing Draco to the mall!" Hermione called to her mother, who was somewhere unseen in the house. "Okay!" came her muffled response.
Hermione dashed out the door, Draco right behind her, but stopped suddenly and screamed. Draco, not knowing that she was going to stop, ran right into her making her lose her balance. He caught her around the waist and steadied her.
"Watch where you're going, mudblood," he sneered, hastily letting go of her. "Why the fu-" He stopped and saw what she was looking at.
Her dad.
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I think I'll leave you here. I'm so cruel. Or maybe I'm not. maybe this isn't even a cliffy. I dunno. Hope ya'll liked it! Review pleas!!! I need them as inspiration! (That sounds really cheesy doesn't it? *sigh*)
Thank you all who reviewed!
~Ragazza Doulce~