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Hermione and Draco had planned on sleeping in the same room last night, but somehow he never made it back to the room. Hermione barely slept, being unused to her surroundings. When she woke early in the morning Draco was nowhere to be found. Still, she quietly crawled out of bed and put on her joggin outfit. She went into the bathroom, and freshened up. Then still tip toeing down the main stairs, Hermione went out for her usual morning run.
Draco was awakened by a ray of light shining directly across his face. Sitting up slowly it took him a minute to realize where he was. He was in his personal library, where he often retired to at night, before going to sleep. By the looks of it, he'd never made it upstairs. Feeling guilty for leaving Hermione to navigate the house on her own, Draco went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
He waited an hour, and when Hermione didnt appear he went upstairs to check on her. When he entered the room, he found it empty. Though Draco was curious as to where she went, he paid little attention to it, and went downstairs to eat.
Hermione arrived home after taking a jog through her extensive property. She didnt realize just how beautiful the grounds were. She entered the house through the diningroom entrance.
Yes, i made dinner last night, and breakfast this morning. But she's more concerned with the contract
Hermione stopped just before the kitchen door and listened carefully.
"Dont be ridiculous, this marriage is strictly for her parents sake. And that is fine with me. I dont want anything more." Draco was clearing the table of all the food. the eggs were milky and the sausage cold. As much as Hermione agreed, it hurt to hear him be the first to declare it, outloud.
Straightening her top, Hermione walked into the kitchen, and emptied leftovers into a Ziploc container.
"Who's that?" I mouthed, pretending to only be half interested.
"My mum." He mouthed back rolling his eyes. Hermione nodded feeling none the better.
Narcissa finally let Draco go, and he hung up with a sigh.
"Are you in that relationship because of a contract as well?" Hermione threw the container into the fridge and walked out.
"Great! She's hormonal." Draco turned the sink on and started washing the dishes.
Hermione didnt know where she was going, or how to find her way back to the familiar section of the house. So instead she wandered aimlessly trying to find the master bedroom. She wanted to shower, after her long run. Maybe the heat had gotten to her, and that was why she got so upset.
"Why dont i just apparate? I am, afterall, allowed to." Hermione spoke out loud, shaking her head as she pulled out her wand.
"Because, though your incredibly book smart, you dont always have the greatest common sense." Draco walked up behind her. Hermione jumped slightly as she turned around to face him.
"Oh. So now your insulting me. You really know how to schmooze, dont you?" Hermione lamented.
"I really dont need to schmooze you. We're already married, and required to sleep together. What more is there?" Draco stepped closer to her, and Hermione's breath couldnt help but catch in her throat. He drew even closer and her brain started to race.
Draco reached past Hermione and opened a door, leading to a room Hermione recognized. "Is this where you wanted to go?" Draco smiled that same cocky smile, and Hermione suddenly remembered why she hated him.
"Yes. Well, arent you crafty. If you dont excuse me, i'll be taking a shower." Hermione swiftly advanced inside the room, and slammed the door.
Draco simply shrugged and apparated. Seconds later he was meandering through the garden. He inhaled deeply, reflecting on his life. He remembered his days from Hogwarts. He was a coniving child then, due to his father. But since his father's death, he slowly grew more docile, his mother's presence always present in his mind. He enjoyed life better when he was constantly causing trouble, he never had anything to worry about. Now he was more conscience of other people around him.
"Women and their damn antics." Draco muttered, kicking a small pebble. He loved his mother, but she was continually trying to influence him, for once he just wanted her to leave him alone. He wanted to make the best of the rest of his life with Hermione. Something told him they could work things out, no matter how much he didnt want to. The only thing holding him back was, her.
