Enemy, Friend, or Lover
..Room for Two in one..
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Hermione awoke and sat up in her bed. She stretched and looked down at Draco. He stirred but didn't awake. Hermione peered down at the man and felt pity for him. Hermione didn't know why but she did. Knowing she couldn't go down stairs because Draco was still asleep, she tried to wake him.
"Draco?" she whispered. "Draco?" she called again a little louder. He rolled over and just kept on sleeping. Not wanting to wake him anymore, Hermione laid back down and tried to go back to sleep.
Draco signed and reached out for Hermione. He found her and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. Hermione stiffened and held her breath. He didn't move his arm nor did he wake up.
Hermione just lay there, patiently waiting for him to wake up and move his arm, realize what he'd done.
And soon enough, he awoke. His head was resting near hers. Her body snug up against his own. He moaned in his wake and then yawned.
Awake, Hermione tried to move away from him. But instead of letting her go, Draco held her body closer so she couldn't move away.
"You smell good," he mumbled into her hair. Hermione didn't say anything but Draco knew that she was uncomfortable. "Lets go get some food," he said as he rolled off of the bed and stood up and stood on Hermione's sweats. He picked them up and looked over to her. She was wearing a blank tank top and black bikini panties.
Hermione felt his eyes on her. Draco cleared his throat and handed her sweats back to her.
Hermione sat on the bed and pulled them on. She put her messy hair in a quick ponytail and said she had to go to the bathroom. She went and came back out with her face clean and her eyes awake.
Draco went in after her and then they both went down stairs to get some breakfast.
Draco got himself and Hermione some toast and some strawberries. Hermione thanked him and they ate in silence.
"We have to go shopping today," Draco told her.
"For what?"
"For Christmas. We need to buy some presents."
"Okay. When do you think this thing will wear off?" Hermione asked.
"Dunno. We can try and see if it works." They both got up and they walked away from each other. Hermione stumbled back and then moved back towards the table.
"I hate this!" she mumbled. "I can't go anywhere by myself."
"Then well just have to live with it for another little while."
Hermione snorted softly but didn't say anything.
Draco got up and grabbed both of their empty plate and put them in the sink. He started towards the doors and stopped when he heard Hermione get pulled off the chair.
"Oh, sorry!" he apologized.
Hermione glared at him and followed him upstairs to get ready.
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"Must we have to look for you?" Hermione asked.
"Yes. I always buy myself something for chirstmas. Its tradition."
"Why? Do you not get enough?"
Draco laughed. "Yes, of course I do. I just want something for me."
Hermione sighed and shook her head not wanting to laugh out loud and hurt Draco's feelings.
"Yeah, go ahead and laugh."
"I wasn't going to," Hermione lied.
"You were so. But I don't care. I don't care what you think of me." Draco tilted his face up and started to walk down the street.
Hermione shook her head and followed after him. "You do so," Hermione said after a few minutes.
"What?" Draco asked.
"You do care about what I think about you."
Draco stopped and looked at her. His eyes shown a little bit of emotion but Hermione couldn't read his eyes. He looked a little mad but at the same time a little bit sad.
"So what?" he asked, his voice sounding protective. "You want me to go screaming in the streets?"
"No, of course not. It's just that-"
"It's just that what? That it's driving me crazy that I can't stop thinking about you or can't stop thinking about how you think I'm some monster, a traitor to the world. Fine, I care about what you think about me," his voice was almost harsh. Then it turned soft. "It's just that I'm always thinking of you and I don't think you're ever thinking of me."
Hermione reached out and touched his arm. Even threw his thick cloak for the bad snowy weather, Hermione could feel Draco's arm muscle flex.
"Draco, I do think about you. I just need more time to get to know you." Draco was about to talk when Hermione cut him off. "I know that you're going to say I had like half a year but my heart is trying to protect itself. I can't help that."
"I know," Draco whispered. Then came the uncomfortable silence.
Draco cleared his throat and started to walk. Hermione just started at his back and then realized that they were more than three feet apart. Hermione squealed, making a few heads turn her way but she didn't care.
Draco stopped walking and turned to look at her. "What?" he asked.
"I'm far away from you," she smiled.
Draco frowned then slowly smiled. He let out a laugh and she walked towards him.
Together they went shopping. For Hermione, the day was good. Draco acted normal and made her laugh a lot. She liked him when he acted like that. He was nice and most of the time he asked for her opinion on things.
"Draco?" Hermione asked as they got home. He looked over to her and so Hermione went on. "For the Christmas Eve Party tomorrow night, who's house will it be at?"
Draco didn't say anything just looked into the fire. Then after a while he said, "Cole's."
"Oh," Hermione said. She couldn't help disgust from showing in her voice.
"Don't worry. He wont be bugging you."
Hermione smiled at him. Draco looked down at his watch. "Supper should be ready soon."
Draco stood up and offered Hermione his hand. Hermione took it and Draco helped her up. Giving her an extra tug, she fell into him. She straitened up but didn't move away. Draco gazed down into her eyes and slowly leaned down and place his lips on to hers. Hermione leaned into him and he pulled her closer, his mouth a little hungrier.
"Draco-" Hermione tried to talk but Draco cut her off with his mouth, making her moan. His tongue was in her mouth, exploring her warmth.
Hermione moaned again. She felt like she was in heaven. She felt so satisfied, being in his arms made her feel full. A tingle ran through her as his hand went up and down her back. Hermione hands came up and went around Draco's neck.
"Supper is . . . ready." came Mrs. Malfoy's voice.
Hermione pulled away, embarrassed. Draco didn't let her go and looked at his mom.
"We'll be there in a second." Mrs. Malfoy smiled at her son and left the room.
"Why are you so embarrassed?"
"I don't know. It's just that I don't like parents watching me kiss their son. It might look wrong."
"It makes my mom happy," Draco kissed her softly once more. "It makes me happy," he whispered. Hermione turned her head away from him and blushed. Draco laughed softly and pulled away from her. He grabbed her hand and led her to the dining room. The smell of food filled her nostrils and she smiled.
"Sit and join us."
And so the two did. Most of the meal was in silence. Mrs. Malfoy set down her fork and turned to her husband.
"I think we should tell them."
Mr. Malfoy nodded and so Mrs. Malfoy went on. "Since you two are getting married soon, we have decided that you two shall share a room. Hermione, I have already moved your things to Draco's room."
Hermione looked over to Draco then to his mother. This is so unfair!
Draco looked over to Hermione. She didn't look to happy about this. I wouldn't blame her. Hermione looked down at her plate and pushed it away from her. Same as him, his appetite was gone.
"May I be excused?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, dear, you may." Hermione got up and left the table.
"Why do you two always have to make matters worse?"
"Worse? We just want you two to be happy," Mrs. Malfoy told her son.
"You can't push her. Can you not tell that this is hard enough on her already?"
"But . . . You two are getting closer and I thought it was for the better."
"Well, It's not!" Draco told his mother. He threw his napkin on his plate and stood up. "I'm taking it slow so she wont be afraid of me. If you keep on pushing her she's going to freak out."
"Draco," Mr. Malfoy looked at his son. His warning had come.
"No," Draco shook his head at his father. "You can't boss me around anymore. I'm of age and I wont let you take the one thing that I care about away. You're scaring her off and she's not going to give me a chance. I don't care if you're trying to help. Just bud out and let me handle it!"
Mr. Malfoy stood up, his chair fell backwards because he got up so eruptive.
"You listen here, boy-" he said, his finger pointed at Draco.
"No. I have listened to you for too long. Your advise had got me nowhere. Now it's my turn. I'm doing this my way now. Now if you'll excuse me." Draco turned around and walked out of his room. His father was gong to be so livid. But he had to stick up for himself. For Hermione
"Hermione?" he knocked on her door.
"Go away," came her muffled voice through the door.
Draco opened the door and walked in. Hermione was laying on her bed, her face in her pillow.
"Hermione?" Draco called again.
"I said go away."
"I need to talk to you."
"Well, I don't wanna talk to you."
Draco shook his head and sat on the edge of Hermione's bed. "It isn't that bad." Draco told her even though she didn't think so. Nor he at that.
"Yes, it is! You hate me and I have to sleep in the same bed as you."
"Then I'll sleep on the floor," Draco told her.
Hermione was silent for a second. "Would you really? Or are you saying that just so I wont be so pissed?"
"Both actually."
Hermione sat up and looked at Draco. "I don't like your parents."
Draco laughed. "Oh, they aren't that bad. They just have stricter rules."
"And ruin people's lives."
"I don't deserve you," Draco told Hermione.
Hermione just looked at him.
"I don't know why I even thought I had a chance." Again Hermione didn't say anything.
"You do have a chance," Hermione said after a minute or so.
"I wish you were telling the truth."
Hermione looked at him. His eyes were sad and wanting. "Can I have a hug?" Hermione asked.
Draco smiled slightly and got up. He moved close to her and wrapped his arms around her. She laid her head on his shoulder and tucked her arms in between them.
"I want to go to bed."
"Then I'll go and tuck you in." Draco got up and pulled Hermione to her feet. He didn't let go of her hand as she walked to his room. He opened the door and let her in.
"Hurry up," he said and closed the door. Hermione went to the second closet and went to find her pyjamas.
She grabbed a tank top and pair of shorts. She brushed her teeth and washed her face.
Walking to the door, she heard Draco yawn.
She opened the door and let Draco in. He smiled to her and walked to the bed. Pulling the covers back, he motioned for her to get in. She laid down and Draco covered her up. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"Good night, Hermione."
"Night." Hermione started to roll over then stopped. "You don't have to sleep on the floor."
Draco smiled his thanks and left the room, stopping at the door to take one last look.
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Draco slid into the bed and let out a yawn. He moved closer to the middle of the bed and reached for Hermione. She was curled up in a ball so Draco put and arm around her waist and pulled her snug against his body. She wouldn't mind if she was sleeping.
He got more comfortable and let settled down. Odd. Her body fit right against his own. No girl before fit this perfect. By again, they were meant for each other, weren't they?
Hermione signed and leaned back into his chest, making Draco smile down at her. He laid his head down above Hermione's and closed his eyes. Draco hadn't felt this comfortable for such a long time that he fell asleep right away, still holding Hermione tightly, protectively in his arms.
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Draco slid out of his bed and headed for the shower. He had a hot shower and wrapped his towel around his waist. Opening the door, he spotted Hermione sitting up in bed. He smiled at her and told her the shower was free.
She smiled at him then quickly looked away. She crawled out of bed and more or less ran to the bathroom. She peeled off her clothes and stepped into the shower.
For about a minute, she just stood there. He was gorgeous. He really was. Hermione didn't know what to do with him anymore. She wanted him and he knew that but at the same time, she didn't.
She was scared of him, even thought he was nice to her. He took it slow, even though she knew he didn't want to. He wanted her, she knew that. They both wanted each other. So what was the problem? Hermione always wondered that. Yeah, she was really starting to like him. But she wasn't sure if she wanted to live with him for the rest of her life. She did not want to have a kid with him. Because if he changed when they were married, he would take the child. She couldn't risk that. She wouldn't risk that.
Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body. Drying her hair with another one, she thought more about Draco.
Hermione signed and stepped out of the bathroom. Draco was gone so she quickly got dresses in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
She took her dress out and placed it on the bed along with her shoes. Draco came in and smiled at her. He was wearing his dress pants and white shirt for the party that was at Cole's house.
"Good morning," he smiled.
"Mornin."
"You want some breakfast?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, thanks. I have a stomach ache."
"That isn't good. Maybe it's just nerves. Or for all you know it's because you're hungry."
"I don't know. It's just hurts."
He walked up behind her and rubbed his hand up and down her arms.
"I'm leaving now and came to tell you that I'd see you at the party."
"Okay." Was all she said not knowing what else to say.
He leaned around her and kissed her cheek. "I hope you fell better." And he turned around and left.
Hermione turned around and looked at the door. Why did she always turn cold on him? She had to stop that. He was trying and she was just ignoring his please.
Hermione went downstairs to have breakfast and ate with Mrs. Malfoy. Even though her stomach was against the idea of food.
"How are you doing your hair, Hermione?" she asked.
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know yet, actually."
"Could I do it?"
"Sure, why not."
The two woman finished their breakfast and they went to the powder room. Mrs. Malfoy put Hermione's hair in soft flowing waves.
She smiled at Hermione through the mirror and told her that she should be getting on her dress.
"Oh, and one last thing."
"Yes?" Hermione asked.
"I know that this is very hard on you and that you probably don't think we're being fair. There's one last thing that we can ask. I know it's so very hard on you just being here knowing that you're a Lanna. But we have this for you and we'd all love for you to wear it." she took out a small velvet box out and handed it to Hermione.
Hermione opened the tiny box with shaky hands. Inside was a wedding ring. I thin band with a huge beautiful diamond on it.
"Oh, my," was all Hermione said.
"Draco picked it out. I thought you'd like it, too."
Hermione looked up and the woman. She believed that they were getting married.
"Why don't you put it on?" Mrs. Malfoy asked. She took the ring out of the box and held it out to Hermione, who didn't take it so she put it on Hermione's finger.
"I can't possibly."
"Nonsense! You're going to be Draco's bride soon enough. Don't worry about anything, dear, we'll handle everything."
"Don't you think that Draco and I should be handling most of it?"
"Yes, but we're going to do the big things like when and where. You guys shall do the rest."
"But-"
"No buts, Hermione. Now you get that dress on and get ready. I'll be down stairs when you're done. We'll leave when you're ready." Then she left.
Hermione went back into the room and put the dress on. The dress was beautiful. It was black and was spaghetti strap. The front went somewhat like a V down between the valley of her breasts but still covered her. It went down to the middle of her calves.
Hermione got her necklace from Draco and put it around her neck. Then she went to the bathroom and put a little bit of make up. When she decided that she looked good, she grabbed her ring and went down stairs with her shoes in hand.
Mrs. Malfoy was sitting on the sofa with a book. She look beautiful, Hermione had to admit.
"Hermione! you look spectacular!" she smiled and they walked over to the fireplace. The two couldn't get dirty because when you have maids in the house, the fireplace is always clean. And same with Cole's house. Clean fireplace.
"I'll meet you there," Mrs. Malfoy told Hermione and off she went to Cole's house.
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Hope you liked. Sorry it took so long. Next chapter is done and will be posted very soon. Please tell me what you thought of this chapter.
Chebetta.