A/N: OK, next chapter, and yeah, kinda forgot, I DO NOT OWN JK ROWLING. SO THEREFOR I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, ARE. YOU. COMP-RE-HEND-ING THIS...
Hermione yawned as she attempted to stay awake. the clock now read 1:14am, and Hermione's body had decided that it was bedtime about four hours ago. She never thought that at 17 she wouldn't be able to stay awake past 11pm..it was just pathetic, but Hermione had always valued sleep above everything, well except for studying mabey, and now all she wanted to do is to roll up under her nice green quilt and pass into dreamland, but somehow she had to stay awake till 2 am, she didn't even had anyone to talk to, her parents had left soon after Snape had, screaming happily about Florida or some such. The both gave her a hug good-bye, and told her to be good, before hopping into the waiting Taxi and going off to the air port. Leaving poor little Hermione all alone to face the evil little prat named Malfoy, who according to Dumbledore, was NOT to sleep in a separate bedroom, the evil. evil man. Finally getting fed up with watching old sitcoms on television, she got up and grabbed her stereo, her Marilyn Manson CD, and her PJ's, and she headed off to the bathroom, to take a long, hot shower and try to wake herself up.
Malfoy arrived at the front door of the house he was supposed to be staying at, and knocked loudly on the door. Dumbledore had dropped him off in front of a large brown and tan house, saying that this would be his new residence for the summer, and that he would meet his protector once he got inside, he also told Draco several rules that He had no intention of following, and that he would be picked up to go to Hogworts at the end of the summer. and with that parting note, he had apparated to god knows where, and left Draco to find out who this mystery person was.
When knocking and ringing the doorbell didn't get him an answer, he turned the brass door handle to find it unlocked, and entered the dimly lit house. The interior of the house consisted of a large living room with a black square box against the far wall on a large wooden stand, there were four couches circling it, and a low table in the middle of it all. A door way led to the kitchen, which was filled with all sorts of muggle devices he assumed, but what caught his attention was a set of stairs that led to an upstairs where he could hear music being played, and from what he could tell, it was no wizarding music, that he'd ever heard.
He took the steps two at a time, and came to a long hallway at the top, at the end of the hallway was an open door which led to what looked like a bedroom, while the door next to it was closed, but that was where the music was originating from. Without a second thought, he walked the short distance down the hallway to the closed door, and finding it unlocked swung it open to reveal a site that he had never thought he would ever see, or that he had ever wanted to see. There in front of him was Hermione Granger...a very NAKED Hermione Granger.
Hermione looked up from brushing her hair as the door swung open to reveal a very shocked looking Draco Malfoy, then in an instant, shock changed to smugness, and she could almost feel his gaze as he looked her naked form up and down. With a Squeak, Hermione reached for a towel and quickly covered herself up, while at the same time screeching at the very accomplished looking Malfoy to get the hell out before she did some very painful things to certain parts of his anatomy. She slammed the door in his face and leaned against it, feeling consumed by embarrassment, an hatred for ferret boy. She turned up her music, feeling the power of it rush through her as she quickly got dressed.
When she exited the bathroom, stereo in hand, she walked into her bedroom to find Draco Malfoy lying on HER bed! She dropped the stereo to the floor with a loud Thump, and started pulling out an inflatable bed, with pillows and a sleeping bag. She took out her wand, and in a few choice words had the matress blown up and sleeping bag and pillows in place. Malfoy looked up at her smugly before looking down at the bed on the floor. "Granger, how nice it is of you to offer to sleep on the floor and leave me the bed." Hermione felt a muscle in her eye twitch as she tried to control herself from hexing him. "yeah right you stupid prat, this is my house, therefore, YOU get the floor." and with that she planted her hands on her hips and glared evilly at him. Malfoy Quirked an eyebrow at her before slowly getting off the bed, "And what makes you think that you'll actually make me sleep on this filthy floor, mudblood?" Hermione didn't let the insult get to her as she smirked coldly at Malfoy, "Because that is MY BED! and this is MY HOUSE! and right now, I dont think you really have a choice! unless of course you're proposing we sleep in the same bed? Wait, little ferret boy would never share a bed with a mudblood like me in fear of his daddy getting angry at him. would you? so I suggest you sleep on the floor, or when we get back to school, I tell everyone that Malfoy slept in the same room with a Mudblood like me. Hows that Malfoy?" Malfoy's face turned cold at the mention of his father, and without another word, he left the room, and entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Hermione stared in suprise at the bathroom door, not expecting Malfoy to get that upset. She shrugged it off as it just being Malfoy, before she crawled in bed and attempted to go to sleep. Before she could doze off completely, She heard the shower turn on, and the noise of it kept her awake until it turned off. When the bathroom door opened, and Malfoy entered her room in nothing but a towel around his waist, Hermione couldn't help but stare, discretely of course. Malfoy's body wasn't bulky with muscles, but he was far from out of shape, his body was lean, with strong muscle definition, and flowing with power, his body was made for Quidditch, being a seeker had built up his arm and abdominal muscles in a way that most guys dream of. Hermione blushed when he dropped his towel and she quickly shut her eyes. A few minutes later, she heard a rustling that signified him getting into bed, and she let her self completely relax and finally get some sleep. She would deal with Malfoy and his wonderful body tomorrow.
Hermione yawned as she attempted to stay awake. the clock now read 1:14am, and Hermione's body had decided that it was bedtime about four hours ago. She never thought that at 17 she wouldn't be able to stay awake past 11pm..it was just pathetic, but Hermione had always valued sleep above everything, well except for studying mabey, and now all she wanted to do is to roll up under her nice green quilt and pass into dreamland, but somehow she had to stay awake till 2 am, she didn't even had anyone to talk to, her parents had left soon after Snape had, screaming happily about Florida or some such. The both gave her a hug good-bye, and told her to be good, before hopping into the waiting Taxi and going off to the air port. Leaving poor little Hermione all alone to face the evil little prat named Malfoy, who according to Dumbledore, was NOT to sleep in a separate bedroom, the evil. evil man. Finally getting fed up with watching old sitcoms on television, she got up and grabbed her stereo, her Marilyn Manson CD, and her PJ's, and she headed off to the bathroom, to take a long, hot shower and try to wake herself up.
Malfoy arrived at the front door of the house he was supposed to be staying at, and knocked loudly on the door. Dumbledore had dropped him off in front of a large brown and tan house, saying that this would be his new residence for the summer, and that he would meet his protector once he got inside, he also told Draco several rules that He had no intention of following, and that he would be picked up to go to Hogworts at the end of the summer. and with that parting note, he had apparated to god knows where, and left Draco to find out who this mystery person was.
When knocking and ringing the doorbell didn't get him an answer, he turned the brass door handle to find it unlocked, and entered the dimly lit house. The interior of the house consisted of a large living room with a black square box against the far wall on a large wooden stand, there were four couches circling it, and a low table in the middle of it all. A door way led to the kitchen, which was filled with all sorts of muggle devices he assumed, but what caught his attention was a set of stairs that led to an upstairs where he could hear music being played, and from what he could tell, it was no wizarding music, that he'd ever heard.
He took the steps two at a time, and came to a long hallway at the top, at the end of the hallway was an open door which led to what looked like a bedroom, while the door next to it was closed, but that was where the music was originating from. Without a second thought, he walked the short distance down the hallway to the closed door, and finding it unlocked swung it open to reveal a site that he had never thought he would ever see, or that he had ever wanted to see. There in front of him was Hermione Granger...a very NAKED Hermione Granger.
Hermione looked up from brushing her hair as the door swung open to reveal a very shocked looking Draco Malfoy, then in an instant, shock changed to smugness, and she could almost feel his gaze as he looked her naked form up and down. With a Squeak, Hermione reached for a towel and quickly covered herself up, while at the same time screeching at the very accomplished looking Malfoy to get the hell out before she did some very painful things to certain parts of his anatomy. She slammed the door in his face and leaned against it, feeling consumed by embarrassment, an hatred for ferret boy. She turned up her music, feeling the power of it rush through her as she quickly got dressed.
When she exited the bathroom, stereo in hand, she walked into her bedroom to find Draco Malfoy lying on HER bed! She dropped the stereo to the floor with a loud Thump, and started pulling out an inflatable bed, with pillows and a sleeping bag. She took out her wand, and in a few choice words had the matress blown up and sleeping bag and pillows in place. Malfoy looked up at her smugly before looking down at the bed on the floor. "Granger, how nice it is of you to offer to sleep on the floor and leave me the bed." Hermione felt a muscle in her eye twitch as she tried to control herself from hexing him. "yeah right you stupid prat, this is my house, therefore, YOU get the floor." and with that she planted her hands on her hips and glared evilly at him. Malfoy Quirked an eyebrow at her before slowly getting off the bed, "And what makes you think that you'll actually make me sleep on this filthy floor, mudblood?" Hermione didn't let the insult get to her as she smirked coldly at Malfoy, "Because that is MY BED! and this is MY HOUSE! and right now, I dont think you really have a choice! unless of course you're proposing we sleep in the same bed? Wait, little ferret boy would never share a bed with a mudblood like me in fear of his daddy getting angry at him. would you? so I suggest you sleep on the floor, or when we get back to school, I tell everyone that Malfoy slept in the same room with a Mudblood like me. Hows that Malfoy?" Malfoy's face turned cold at the mention of his father, and without another word, he left the room, and entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Hermione stared in suprise at the bathroom door, not expecting Malfoy to get that upset. She shrugged it off as it just being Malfoy, before she crawled in bed and attempted to go to sleep. Before she could doze off completely, She heard the shower turn on, and the noise of it kept her awake until it turned off. When the bathroom door opened, and Malfoy entered her room in nothing but a towel around his waist, Hermione couldn't help but stare, discretely of course. Malfoy's body wasn't bulky with muscles, but he was far from out of shape, his body was lean, with strong muscle definition, and flowing with power, his body was made for Quidditch, being a seeker had built up his arm and abdominal muscles in a way that most guys dream of. Hermione blushed when he dropped his towel and she quickly shut her eyes. A few minutes later, she heard a rustling that signified him getting into bed, and she let her self completely relax and finally get some sleep. She would deal with Malfoy and his wonderful body tomorrow.