Enemy, Friend, or Lover
..Stuck Together..
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Hermione woke up in a warm bath of sunlight. She turned in her bed and snuggled into her warm comforter
She was almost back asleep when there was a light tap on the door. "Hermione?" asked Mrs. Malfoy.
"Hmmm?" Hermione mumbled and turned back over in her warm bed wishing she could go back to sleep. The door opened and Mrs. Malfoy walked into the room.
Hermione slowly sat up. "Yes?"
"The boys are gone and I was wondering if you would like to go shopping with me," asked Mrs. Malfoy.
"Shopping?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, why not?" Mrs. Malfoy said with a shrug.
"Okay," Hermione said, really not to certain.
Mrs. Malfoy smiled. "Okay then. I'll go down stairs and let you get ready. Take as long as you need and breakfast will be ready by the time you come down."
"Okay, thank you." Mrs. Malfoy left and Hermione swung her legs over the side of the bed and went into her bathroom.
She had a nice long hot shower and then got ready for their day out shopping.
They went by flew powder and ended up in a small food court. Hermione and Mrs. Malfoy went to look for a dress for the big party at the Bosksers. Their son was in Draco's house and the same year. Mrs. Malfoy found a dress that was gorgeous on her and Hermione told her so. She blushed and smiled at her.
"Now we need a dress for you," she told Hermione.
And then they went shopping. But they couldn't find a dress that suited Hermione. So Mrs. Malfoy and Hermione went to get a dress made for her.
Mrs. Malfoy told the lady what kind of dress she wanted for Hermione and picked the colour and all the things needed.
"You want the dress to go down to her feet?"
"Yes," replied Mrs. Malfoy.
And so the witch went on making Hermione dress. The dress was a light blue that was almost silky. The dress went across one shoulder and under her other arm, showing a lot of her skin.
"Are you sure I can have this much skin showing?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, of course you can," Mrs. Malfoy told her. "And anyways I love to see the look on Draco's face when he looks at you."
"He looks at me with disgust."
Mrs. Malfoy shook her head. "No, my dear. Draco looks at you with admiration." Hermione snorted. "He looks at you with love," Hermione was about to say something but Mrs. Malfoy kept on talking, "and fear . . ."
"Fear?" Hermione asked with a laugh. "I hardly believe that."
"Hermione, I have lived with that boy for 18 years. I know how he looks at woman. I can see the emotions in his eyes or when we talk about you, or when he talks with you."
"No offence, Mrs. Malfoy, but why would Draco be scared of me?"
"Not you, Hermione, never you. He is afraid for his heart. He is falling in love with you and he can't help it. He knows that you are pulling back. He knows that your heart will never open to him. You're guarding your heart from him."
"But how could I not? You know how he has treated me before you all knew that I wasn't muggleborn."
"I'm so sorry about that, Hermione, but you must understand. That wasn't his fault. He was taught to hate muggle people."
"That doesn't change anything. If he still thought I was muggleborn, he would never even care about me."
"Hermione-"
"No," Hermione said stubbornly, shaking her head. "I still have feelings, muggleborn's still have feelings, people like you still have feelings. But the people like you," Hermione just shook her head again, "don't respect ours."
"Hermione, we never meant to hurt you-"
"Yet you did. I can easily forgive and forget but people like you have to change. You had me betrothed to Draco because I have pure blood and-"
"No," Mrs. Malfoy stopped her stubbornly. "We had you betrothed to Draco because you are Paul and Suzi Lanna's daughter. They were our best friends, Hermione, and you are the only thing that we can see of them, to remind us of them. They were good people and they didn't deserve to die. We knew about you for a while now, Hermione. We just never made contact."
"And I'm glad you didn't. Now if you don't mind, I would like to change," and Hermione went to take the dress off, leaving Mrs. Malfoy standing in the room alone.
When Hermione came back out, Mrs. Malfoy was obviously sad. She was trying to be nice to Hermione but couldn't find any words to say.
"Mrs. Malfoy, it doesn't matter."
"Yes, Hermione, it does. You have thought for all of your life that you were a Granger. Not long ago you found out that you were a Lanna and that you were betrothed to our son. But you wont give him a chance-"
"A chance! What's with it and me giving Draco a change? He doesn't deserve one!"
"I know you feel like that bu-"
"No! You don't know how I feel. Now if you don't mind I'm tired of shopping and would like to go back to the Manor."
Mrs. Malfoy nodded and went to the main fireplace. They got to the Manor and Hermione went strait to her room. She laid on the bed and thought about everything.
The Malfoy's didn't like her until they found out that she was a Lanna. They hated anyone with a touch of muggle blood in them.
"Hermione?"
Hermione rolled over to her stomach and closed her eyes.
The door opened and Draco called her name again as he sat on her bed. "C'mon, Hermione, please don't ignore me." Tapping her shoulder he called her name again. It came out as a whisper. It was said with pain, with need. Of what? Hermione needed to know.
"Hermione, please." It was a plead. So unlike Draco so she knew something was wrong. Turning onto her back, she looked up at him.
"Oh, god, Draco. What happened to you?" Draco's cheek bone was blue. Hermione's hand came up to lightly touch it. Draco winced but didn't pull away. Hermione sat up and looked him at him. His head was down so she couldn't see his eyes.
"Draco . . . ?" He looked up at her and she seen tears in his eyes. "Draco, please. Tell me what happened." He didn't talk and so Hermione didn't press him any farther. Hermione just sat there not knowing what to do. Then Draco leaned his head in and rested it in the curve of Hermione neck.
Hermione stiffened but didn't pull away. Slowly, she raised her hand placed it on the back of Draco's head. She massaged it while Draco just stayed there. She pushed him back gently and he moved his head.
Hermione laid down on her back and let him lay down with her. He moved down a little and laid his head on her stomach, his arms encircling her hips and holding her body to his own.
Draco laid there listing and feeling Hermione breathe. He knew she cared about him she just didn't know how to. His right hand was slowly running down the side of her ribs. Feeling her there made everything better. Just knowing that she was there for him made the monsters and demons go away, even for a little while.
He felt her one hand caress his head and the other reached for his hand. She weaved their finger together and let him just lay there.
After a little while Draco and Hermione both fell asleep. They both felt safe with the other person near.
Seeing Draco like this touched Hermione heart somehow. He was different and she knew it. Forgive and forget, was what her mom always told her. What did her real mom look like?
Hermione would never know.
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Draco opened his eyes and looked around. Hermione's room. He sat up and stared down at the sweet, beautiful woman who he felt safe with. His face stung like hell but he'd live. He bent down and kissed her forehead.
"Hermione," he whispered. "Wake up, baby." Hermione stirred and opened her eyes. She smiled up at him.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey. You have to get up. Were going to be leaving for the party sometime soon." Draco kissed her lightly and then rolled off the bed. "I'll see you soon." Draco said as he bent down to kiss her forehead again and lightly on the cheek. With one last tight smile to her, he walked over to the door and left the room.
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"We're almost there," Draco said to Hermione in the car as they flew over to the party.
"Okay."
They arrived there soon and went inside. The house was huge. Everything in the house looked new and was in style. It looked very expensive. In the backyard, there was a pool and the yard was massive.
A lady with brown eyes and long curly hair came right up to Hermione. "Hermione?" she whispered.
"Annabelle," Mrs. Malfoy said in a warning voice.
"Is it really you?" the lady called Annabelle asked.
"Er . . ."
"Annabelle, this is Hermione. Hermione, this is Annabelle, you're aunt."
Hermione looked at the lady. "My aunt?"
"Yes, your aunt. She is your mothers' sister."
Hermione shook her head slowly. She reached down for Draco's hand, her cold fingers gripped his.
"Mother, Hermione and I are going outside." Annabelle looked sad but nodded, knowing Hermione needed time to think.
"She looks like her mother did. She's such a beautiful young lady."
"She is," Hermione heard them talking as Draco lead her outside.
"She's my aunt?"
"Yes, Hermione, she's your aunt. You want to go back inside and talk to her?"
Hermione shook her head and looked into his eyes, fear shining brightly.
"Okay. I wont make you. Lets go get a drink." Draco took her to get a glass of wine. The wine was to get her nerves settled down a little bit.
After a little while, Hermione still wasn't any different.
"Do you want to go home?"
Hermione looked over to him and with watery eyes she nodded.
"Okay," he grabbed her hand and helped her up. "You stay here and I'll go tell my parents." He started to walk away but Hermione stumbled after him. "You can wait here," Draco told her again.
"I can't." Draco frowned and looked at her with a worried look.
"Just stay here, Hermione." Again he started to walk and just like before, Hermione stumbled after him. He turned around to face her. "Are you okay, Hermione?"
"No. I have to follow you."
"No, you don't."
"I can't help it. It's like you're pulling me by an invisible cord." Hermione explained to Draco.
"What?"
"I said-"
"I know what you said!" Draco snapped. He lowered her voice and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you." He held out his hand to her and she look at it unsure what to do. He walked back and grabbed her hand. "I'm going to talk to my mother. And you have to come with me so . . ."
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Malfoy asked as they walked up to her.
"We're stuck together," Draco told her.
"What spell is it?"
"I don't know!" Draco told her. "I cant go more than three meter's away from her! You tell me what spell it is."
"It's that spell."
"What spell?" Draco asked. "You put a spell on us?"
Draco and Hermione just stared at her. "No, one of your cousins must of put it on you guys."
"Why?"
"I don't know, dear." Mrs. Malfoy told her son.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Hermione told them. "How am I supposed to go with him attached to me?"
"You two will have to go home. Go by floo powder and we'll be home in about two hours."
"Well-" Hermione started.
"I'll tell your aunt goodbye for you. Go and get some sleep, Hermione. I'll see you two tomorrow." She turned to a young woman who was calling her and smiled once more to the pair and walked off.
"Okay, let's go." He lead the way into the house and downstairs to the fireplace. "You first . . ." he frowned then made another suggestion. "I think we should go together."
Hermione stepped in first then Draco followed. He leaned into her and held on to her arms. They spun extremely quick and Hermione leaning into his chest, keeping her balance until it was over.
"That's go," he placed a hand on her back and lead her threw the basement until they got to their floor.
"Ummm, Draco?" Hermione asked.
"What?"
"Where are we supposed to sleep?"
"In a bed," Draco snapped. Hermione stood still and took in a breath. Why is he being so mean? Maybe this madness of his would pass soon.
"Who's bed?" Hermione asked.
Draco stopped walking and just stood there.
"I don't know," he mumbled.
"Well, I don't want to sleep in another different bed." Hermione said, quietly.
"Then we'll sleep in yours," he turned around to study her. Hermione looked at his cheek bone which was still bruised and wanted to touch him. She wanted to reach out her hand to him and make him feel better. She knew that wouldn't happen so she turned to her room and stepped inside.
Draco stepped in behind her and followed her to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and combed her hair. She asked Draco to step out so she could go to the bathroom and he did as she asked.
She flushed the toilette and walked out to let him in. He got himself a pair of sweats from the third closet and put them on while she was in the bathroom. He didn't bother shutting the door as he stepped in. He grabbed an extra toothbrush from the closet and brushed his teeth. He washed his face with cold water and dried the water with a hand towel.
He came out of the bathroom and shut the light off. Walking over to the bed, he pealed the sheets back. He undone the buttons on his shirt with jerky movements. He threw his shirt down on the floor and went to bed.
He sat down on the bed and fluffed his pillow. "You going to get into bed?" he asked Hermione, his voice harsh.
"No, I think I'm just going to read for a little." She grabbed her book off the nightstand and sat on the floor, her back to the bed.
An hour and a half. He should be asleep now. Hermione got up and put the book on the nightstand. She turned around and pulled her dress over her head and pulled her tank top on. She turned the light off and pulled the covers down on her side of the bed. She slowly slid in and tried not to make to much noise or move the bed too much.
"Don't bother," Draco's voice mumbled in the dark.
"I just didn't want to wake you," Hermione said softly.
"Well, I'm awake so don't waste your time," Draco grumbled
"Sorry," Hermione whispered, obviously hurt. It was quiet for about ten seconds then Hermione sat up. "Get up," she ordered Draco.
"Why?"
"Because I want to get some blankets."
"For what?" Draco asked not caring that his voice was harsh. "It's not cold in here!"
"Because I don't want to sleep in a bed with you."
"Oh, you are so immature!"
"Oh, I'm immature? Take a look at yourself! And the reason that I don't want to sleep here is that you are being rude and I don't want to be anywhere near you right now." Hermione's words hurt Draco but he wasn't going to let her know that.
"Fine!" Draco got off the bed and walked over to the door. He heard Hermione stumble after him. He dragged her off the bed from the spell. He opened the door and stomped off with Hermione right behind him.
He opened the closet on their floor and grabbed three blankets.
"There," he grumbled as he turned back around and looked at her. She was standing out of his way wearing only a black tank top and black bikini panties. He swallowed, hard. Why did she always look have to look so, so, hot… tempting… sexy… gorgeous? all of theses thoughts came to his head.
"Why don't we just try again?" Draco asked.
Hermione looked at him and shrugged. "I don't know, you might try and strangle me in bed."
Draco started to object then realized that she was joking. "I'm sorry. I was just really pissed off. You know I like you but c'mon, being with you for who knows how long."
"I know. Maybe it'll wear off in a few hours."
Draco shrugged. "Who knows." Draco started to walk back to Hermione's bed room then stopped to wait for her. She walked up behind him and on they went to the bedroom. Draco turned off the light and they both got into bed.
"Goodnight, Draco."
"'Night, Hermione," Draco whispered back and tried with all his will not to reach over and snuggle up with her.
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