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Draco came back to his hotel room late in the evening to find his so called 'wife' sitting on the bed, eyes glued to some muggle contraption (which was actually a TV).
He marched over, took a fleeting glance at the screen (it was MTV) then turned it off. Hermione's gaze snapped up to scowl at him.
'Hey, why didya do that, eh?' she paused, finally noticing the waves of fury radiating off her.
Draco jabbed a finger at her. 'Oh you stupid fucked up bitch. Why the hell did you leave me all alone with that whore? You are so fucking dead, Granger!' His eyes seemed to spit sparks of fire at her.
She cringed. 'Er, revenge is sweet?' she replied uncertainly.
'Revenge!' he cried. 'What the fuck did I ever do, in my whole life, to have to spend a whole friggon day with your hell-bent cousin – '
'You didn't even think about my feelings when choosing the honeymoon spot!' cried Hermione shrilly. 'Did you even ask were I'd wanted to go? No. Anyway, if you had even taken the time to listen to me, we wouldn't be here and you wouldn't have had to spend a day with Amber!'
There was a silence in which they glared at each other.
'Anyway,' said Hermione sweetly. 'Where did she take you?'
Draco turned a tortured face to her, and said in a voice of pure doom, 'Shopping.'
Hermione laughed in spite of herself. Draco came and sat next to her on the bed. 'You owe me, bitch. My god, you owe me bad.'
Hermione's breath caught in her throat when he said that. He doesn't mean that way, she told herself. Of course he doesn't.
Draco saw her catch her breath and then look away. He snickered quietly to himself. It seemed, despite their detrimental history, Hermione seemed to like him a little bit.
And you like her a little bit, a voice inside his head told him. And you're married – perfect!
You are wrong, Draco told the voice. We are most certainly NOT perfect. Never will be, we're enemies.
He studied her profile. She was so beautiful though.
He felt the now very very VERY annoying twinge of affection and longing expand a little. He wanted to go over there and 'comfort' her a little, but then remembered the day he had just had to endure.
By Merlin, he was going to get his revenge on that little witch.
Kiss her once, the voice instructed. Once, then plan revenge. Draco liked this idea so made his move.
Hermione turned back to look at Draco.
'Tell me one thing, when we go back... um, home, er, will we still be living with your parents?'
Laughing, Draco sat next to her.
'My parents have their own house.'
Hermione sighed. The very thought of living with Narcissa and Lucius made her want to hurl. Next thing you know, Narcissa would want her on a special diet cause she might think Hermione would be getting to fat for Draco... Hermione snorted.
'What's so funny?' Draco purred in her ear.
She jumped, quickly turned her face away. She hadn't realized he'd gotten so close.
'Nothing,' she said truthfully.
'I want you to tell me.'
'I said, it was nothing.'
Draco turned her face to his. 'I'll give you one last chance to tell me...'
Hermione's heart skipped another beat. 'Draco, it was nothing – '
He kissed her again, long and hard, his tongue darting around in her mouth, exploring her. A soft moan escaping her lips, Hermione dug her hand in his hair and pulled herself closer to him, so she was straddling him. There was a pause, then they were at it again.
Inside his head, Draco smiled. He couldn't physically; his lips were glued to Hermione's. It seemed she liked him a bit more than she let on.
But that was perfect – for his plan he meant.
He broke away – she looked surprised and reproachful – then pushed her onto the bed and stood up.
'Draco!' she cried, sitting up. His eyes soaked in her bright, passion- filled eyes, her tousled hair and her impressive black bra – which he could see since he had unbuttoned her tee-shirt.
'Yeah?' he breathed huskily. Damn his bloody erection and those hormones! It took nearly all his willpower not to snatch her back to him again. God he wanted her so bad...
'What was that for? Why didya stop? Come back here.'
He smirked. 'Oh, so you do want me?'
She glared. 'I didn't say that... but answer my questions!'
'That's my payback, sweetheart.'
Hermione was furious as she watched Malfoy exit the room, his excuse being he needed to get a mattress for him to lie on.
So she had deserved it, putting him through shopping But he didn't have to make her go through that! It was the best kiss she'd ever had and she'd gone crazy, looking back now it seemed that her rational and logical mind had been on vacation.
He was so evil just to make her want him like that so bad and then push her away.
Her heart still thumping and her hormones still yearning for Draco, she grabbed her pajamas and changed into them.
'I'm going to get you, Malfoy,' she murmured to herself. 'I'm going to get you.'
After finally locating one of the hotel cleaners, Draco demanded another mattress.
'Est-ce que vous etes Monsieur Malfoy?' she asked.
Draco blinked. 'Um, pardon?'
The maid laughed. 'You not speak French?'
Even in English, Draco could just make out the words behind the accent. 'Er, no, sorry. What did you ask?'
'Are you Mister Malfoy?'
Draco thought. 'No.' What had made him say this was just an experiment, since the whole hotel seemed out to get him anyway.
'Okay, then,' she said cheerfully. 'I will deliver a mattress to your room in a minute – '
'It's 296!' called Draco over his shoulder, hurrying away. 'And thanks! Um... merci!'
The maid laughed.
Hermione was brushing her teeth when he got back.
'Where's the – ' she started.
'Coming,' he answered shortly. Hermione came out of the bathroom they shared, dressed her pajamas. They were simply a pair of boxers and a tank top and very sexy.
Hermione noticed him staring at her. 'Stop fantasizing, Malfoy, you've already had your chance.'
She crawled under the covers of her large, soft bed and picked up her book.
'Okay, what if I said I'm sorry?' he said silkily, his eyes traveling with her.
'Haha,' Hermione replied wearily. 'Good one. I'm thinking up my revenge for you, Draco dearest.'
'Alright, point taken,' said Draco grumpily. He was always one to become grumpy when sex was denied to him. Not like Granger was going to sleep with him anyway.
And there she was, sitting there looking all cozy, smirking at him, while he had to wait for a mattress to be delivered and sleep on the floor.
The mattress arrived at long last and Draco set to work making himself a suitable bed.
'Feel like sparing one of those blankets, honey?'
'Don't call me honey,' snapped Hermione, placing her book on the table. She looked pitifully at Draco's bed, like she was considering sharing hers. But she didn't. Pulling off the top blanket, she handed it to him.
They stared at each other. Finally Draco spoke. 'Can we forget all this revenge nonsense?'
Hermione thought. 'When I get my revenge on you, sure.'
Okay then, that's not the right track, Draco thought. 'If you share the bed with me tonight,' he whispered to her. 'I'll share with you tomorrow.'
'But – but I thought the bed was mine for the whole holiday – ' spluttered Hermione.
He smirked. 'No, we're swapping. I swear to God I won't try a thing...' Her eyes darted from him to his pathetic bed and back again, deep in thought. She took a deep breath, then ...
A/N: I know, I know, big cliffie. Humongous. I'm prepared for all the death threats I'm about to receive... lol. And if I got anything wrong in my French, just tell me!