Title: The Guest
Rated: M
Summary: Death Eaters are on the hunt to kill a traitor and in the mean time; the traitor makes himself comfortable in Hermione Granger's home.
Chapter 3
Hermione lightly pressed her head against her wooden door. A sigh escaped her slightly dry lips. She didn't know whether she should be paranoid for the rest of her life that Malfoy saw her naked or be pleased that she got revenge. Either way, she wasn't proud of herself. She was stooping to his level and Hermione knew better than to do something like that. A queasy feeling erupted from her stomach the moment she looked back at the spot, the center of her room, where she stood a few minutes ago.
In that very spot, he saw her naked and Hermione wanted nothing more than to wash off the feeling of a pervert's eyes watching her. But she didn't want to encounter him again. Not right now when he was frustrated and pissed at her. Hermione knowingly smiled at that. Good, she thought, let him be angry. She fiddled with her t-shirt as she bit her lower lip. Whenever she bit her lip, it was because she was thinking too hard. And right now, Hermione's thoughts plagued her.
What if Malfoy decided to tell everyone about seeing her naked? What if she could never look at herself again knowing Malfoy, of all people, saw her breasts? Uneasily, she walked over to her mirror and stared down at her chest. She hated the way they looked although they were not too big or small but she couldn't stand them. Hermione wasn't the type to marvel at her looks because she saw nothing good in them. She sadly groaned. What if Malfoy was in the living room right now laughing at her? He most likely found her breasts hideous as he always considered her ugly.
She brushed a curl that had fallen from its bon back behind her ear. Looking back at the door, she was afraid she could never face Malfoy again. Even if she had a minute ago, it was because anger had taken over her. She was furious that he had walked in on her when he had no right whatsoever. But now, all that shield of anger shattered, her true colors were showing. Slowly a cold shiver ran down her spine. This was going to be a long hell of a night, she thought. And before she could slip off her slippers and curl up in her bed, a knock came from her door.
"Now what," she muttered under her breath but did not move towards the sound. Instead she spoke up clearly, "What do you want?"
"There's something in your bloody living room making noise!" He yelled behind the door.
"What sort of noise?"
"Do I look like I work for the department of deciphering anonymous noise in a muggle living room!" He replied sarcastically.
"I'm coming!" Hermione said tiredly and dragged her feet towards the door, opened it and found no one in the hall. "Malfoy?" Hermione questioned looking down the hall towards the living room.
"Over here!" He shouted annoyingly and she followed. Once she entered the living room she found Malfoy looking around as though he lost something valuable to him.
"Well?" Hermione tapped on the floor clearly irritated. "Where's the big bad noise?"
"Do I fucking look like I make up shit? I heard something, blasted thing woke me up!" Malfoy said angrily.
"Well, sorry to say but I don't—"
But just as soon as she spoke, something tapped against the window and Hermione turned to look. She saw that it was a black owl with silver feathers at odd angles.
"What in the world?" She whispered to herself as both she and Malfoy walked over to the window. "That has got to be the most strangest—"
"Shut up and open the window!" Malfoy interrupted. She glared back but obeyed him nonetheless. She was curious as well but months of training taught her that she couldn't just trust any owl that sent her messages. The owl handed her the envelope and flew off into the distance. She stared at it as she read what was written on top.
To: Draco Malfoy
35 Crescent Road
Apartment 6
Living Room
Hermione quickly turned around and stared at Malfoy who was right behind her the entire time, towering over her shoulder to read as well. "It's for you," she said confused but didn't make the initiative to hand him over the letter.
"Nice job, now I know why they call you the brightest Witch of them all," Malfoy replied sarcastically and made a move to grab the letter from her hand. Hermione stepped back from him, letter in her clutches.
"It could be a trick. It could be cursed," she said.
"Well, that's a risk I'm willing to take. Hand it over!"
"No! Let me see if it could be read first."
"What?"
"I'll run a few tests and make sure it isn't hexed."
"How do I know you won't hex it while you go off to test it?"
"Malfoy," Hermione warned with cold eyes as she stepped out of the living room to go run her tests. While doing so, she couldn't help but wonder if Malfoy was staring down her chest the entire time. She was suddenly becoming so paranoid she didn't know what to do. She couldn't go on pretending it never happened because he would definitely bring it up somehow, someway. After she had tried a few spells, she walked back to the living room where Malfoy waited.
He didn't wait for her at all to hand it over and snatched it from her. She wondered who it could have been from with an owl that strange looking. She watched as his hands tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter. His grey eyes scanned it quickly once then paused to re-read.
"Who's it from?"
"None of your business," he replied while he still read.
"I have to know. It could be a trick or something."
"Back off!" Malfoy yelled now eyes glaring at her. "I maybe under your hospitality but don't mettle in my business."
"I am your guard. I have to unfortunately keep your arse safe," she kept her voice calm as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"I don't give two shits. It was Dumbledore's stupid idea."
"Would you rather live on the streets?" Hermione suddenly shouted, "Because Merlin forbid, I would do that you know! You're such an insufferable, disrespectful little twit!"
Malfoy was about to respond when Hermione's phone rang out. Malfoy slightly jumped and said, ""that's the stupid noise I heard earlier!"
She darted her eyes toward the kitchen, where her phone was installed to the wall and walked over. On her way over, she glanced at the time. It was three o'clock in the morning. A time where everyone should be sleeping yet, someone was making her a phone call. She hesitated to pick up the phone at first but eventually did.
"Hello?"
"HERMIONE!" A male voice shouted in her ear. Hermione placed the phone away from her delicate ears.
"Who is this?" She asked.
"HERMIONE IT'S ME, RON!" He yelled once more. Hermione paused. Oh, of course it was Ron Weasley. Only he would shout in a phone in such a manner. He hadn't gotten use to the idea that people could clearly hear him over the phone without the shouting.
"Ron, please keep your voice down. How on earth did you reach me?"
"SORRY!" He shouted then the phone went dead for a second. She heard mumbling in the background as she waited for Ron to return.
"Hello?" Another male voice spoke.
"Harry?" Hermione questioned.
"Yes, it's me. Sorry about Ron. He can be a bit loud at times," Harry replied jokingly.
"Yes, I can see. Umm...how did you call me?"
"Phone booth, sorry if we woke you up."
"No, it's all right. I was up already."
"Because of Malfoy?"
"Congratulations you've just won a prize!" Hermione said sarcastically.
"That bad huh?"
"No, I can handle him but I can't wait for him to leave."
"We don't know why on earth you'd agree to this in the first place."
"Dumbledore asked. I couldn't say no. And besides, Malfoy needs our help. He's helped us before and you know that."
"Yeah and I still have a little trouble believing it at times."
"We all do."
"Hold on a second."
Hermione waited as she heard mumbling again.
"HELLO HERMIONE!" Ron said loudly.
"Merlin! Can you keep it down?" Hermione asked annoyed. She heard Harry telling him in the background to speak and not yell.
"Sorry. I'm not use to these things. They're really cool."
"Its okay, Ron."
"Hermione, I'm worried."
"I know."
"I really don't like the idea of Malfoy in your home."
"Neither do I."
"If he does anything you know what to do."
"Yes, hex his little arse into a million pieces."
"Or contact me and Harry."
"I like the first option."
"Just, please," Ron pleaded, "Anyways, we have to go."
"Take care." Then the phone went dead. Hermione heaved a sigh, she already missed their comfort. But before she could have the chance to reminisce, a loud crack came from the living room. Instantly, Hermione's her heart began to beat a million times a second.
A/N: I slightly edited this chapter. Nothing major though. .