The Bodyguard
(Rated PG-13 for coarse language, sexual references and mature themes)
Summary: She was the successful, intelligent and influential Ministry official. He was the trust-funded, but un-employed, handsome playboy. But when Draco Malfoy is hired as Hermione Granger's bodyguard, it's amazing that two people so different (with the hatred of each other to prove it) could fit together so perfectly in the jigsaw puzzle of life.
Disclaimer: While I have no proper one, I'll give it a shot ... The characters Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and all other people, things, etc affiliated with the world of Harry Potter do not belong to me, but to J.K. Rowling. I am making no profits from this story. Any entertainment programs or movies mentioned do not belong to me. Do not sue me. I own nothing (except for Tammy Harding - she's mine).
Note: I must warn you that the word 'shag' and other variations of it will be used a LOT in this chapter ... So be careful!
THE BODYGUARD
Chapter 3 - French Lessons and Meetings in the Dark
Sunlight filtered through the bedroom window of Hermione Granger's London apartment. She stirred in her sleep as brightness eventually enveloped the room. The alarm clock on her nightstand ticked to 06.30 and then started to scream.
"Get up, girly!" it yelled through its speaker holes. Hermione groaned. "Get up, it's 6.30am! Get up, get up, get up, get up, you lazy cow!" Hermione sat up in bed drowsily. That stupid alarm clock had woken her every morning like that ever since she had received it as a birthday present from Harry - who she thought was giving her a not so subtle indication of her punctuality status.
"Shut up." Hermione moaned at the clock.
"There you go! Up and at them," She was sure that if the clock had eyes, it would have winked at her.
Getting out of bed, Hermione walked to the bathroom that was joined to her bedroom and her living room.
Normal things were running through her head. She wondered if Harry had recuperated from his break with Olivia, and if Tammy had decided to go back to Mark. She thought about the groceries and whether she needed to go to the supermarket that day. Then her mind wondered over to work.
Did she have any extra filing to do? Did she have that meeting with the head of the Department of International Magical Co-operation? No, wait, that was scheduled for tomorrow ...
Of course, with all these distracting thoughts running around her head trying to get attention, Hermione didn't even remember Draco and his new job. She didn't notice that Draco was now her bodyguard. She didn't notice that Draco was now living with her.
But she did notice that Draco was using the shower ... and that she had just walked in on him.
"Arrrggghhhhhh!" Hermione screamed, stumbling blindly backwards as she tried to cover her eyes with a nearby towel. Draco, however, seemed non-pulsed, and acted as if being walked in on when he was in the shower was a normal thing.
"Really, Granger, if you wanted to see me wet and naked, you could have just asked." Draco said from behind the heavily fogged up glass. Hermione ignored him and tripped over Draco's pile of clothes which he had left on the bathroom floor.
"Arrghh!" Hermione yelled again, losing her balance slightly and repulsed at the fact that she had touched his clothes at all.
"Oi, mind the clothes!" Draco yelled over the pitter patter of the water. Hermione just gulped, covered her eyes completely with the tower and ran off to the kitchen, straight to the sink, not seeing anything but her destination. "Hey! I need that towel!" No response. "Fine! Just walk away and leave me to walk around your house naked." Almost instantly, the towel came flying back into the bathroom.
Draco smirked smugly at himself and continued washing himself.
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Hermione felt like she was going to be sick. Seeing Draco with his clothes on was bad enough; so seeing him with none was enough to make her admit herself to St Mungo's.
The kettle whistled and Hermione desperately poured the steaming water into her cup that was sprinkled generously with coffee granules. She needed coffee to deal with that horrifying and scarring experience.
Drinking it quickly, Hermione mused to herself that this was the second cup of strong, black coffee that she had downed in less than two days. She usually only had a cup on bad days ... or days on which she would attempt cooking for the upteenth time.
'Well, I have a good reason for it.' she thought to herself as she drained the cup.
It was then that Hermione finally took in her surroundings. The episode with Draco, the desperation for coffee and the early morning rise had distracted her from actually looking around her apartment. And what she saw was not good.
The kitchen was an absolute mess.
Draco had obviously gotten up in the middle of the night, looking for a snack. What he had found was an apple (the core was unstably balanced on the top of the overflowing rubbish pile), a muesli bar (the wrapper was lying on the kitchen table along with some 30 million crumbs) and a cup of milk (the cup was next to the wrapper and the remaining milk inside of it had gone off).
Different drawers in the kitchen had been opened and not closed; Draco had seemingly gone in search of spoons and was victorious. Why? The empty bowl that was flecked with specks of chocolate ice cream (that was now home to a large pack of ants) was also on the table, next to the spoon that Draco had found.
Tea towels were draped around various chairs and kitchen appliances, all with smudges of unknown substances. There was a plate that was covered in lettuce, tomato and chicken scraps; crumbs dotting random places of the plate as well as another colony of ants.
Draco was going to die.
"MALFOY!" Hermione yelled from her position at the sink.
"What?" he asked, with a whiney tone in his voice.
"Come here, now!" Hermione said, practically slamming the cup into the sink and filling it with water.
"Always like it when you're in charge, hrm?" Hermione could almost feel the sneer in the sentence. "I can see the dominatrix emerging already."
Hermione clenched her teeth and opened her mouth again.
"Come here!" she shouted again.
"No." Draco replied.
'Oh my God! What a bastard ...'
"Come fucking here!" she shouted and she heard the footsteps of Draco. "Stupid bugger," She said to herself.
"What do you want?" Draco asked, stepping into the kitchen.
'Annoying, immature -- oh ...' Hermione had turned slack-jawed and mentally crashed as she saw Draco walking into the kitchen, dripping wet with nothing on except a towel wrapped around his waist. Obviously his toned body and tall stature was something worthy of committing first degree murder over for any other normal woman, but Hermione grasped onto her state of mind desperately. She gave a funny little noise which was a sorry excuse for a clearing of the throat.
"You know I could always change to mood lighting and change YOU into something skimpier than what I'm wearing ..." Draco said suggestively.
Hermione cleared her throat again, and this time it was stronger and more defined. She seemed to have remembered that this was Draco Malfoy and that ogling him was not going to kill him.
'If only,' Hermione thought to herself as she scowled at Draco's comment.
"You know I could always change my mood and change you into something so unrecognisable that they'd have to bury you with a name tag that says 'Thing'." Hermione drew out silkily. Draco shrugged nonchalantly.
"Well you'd have to kill me first. And to kill me means that you would have to have some --" Draco held up both of his hands and wriggled his fingers (A/N: Think spirit fingers) "-- hands on experience."
"Over my dead body," Hermione replied with a not so original line.
"I thought that it was mine ..." Draco said as Hermione crossed her arms.
"That can be arranged." Hermione said, raising an eyebrow into the air as well, but this time keeping it up. It seemed like a sort of challenge.
"How about some snogging?" Draco asked, moving forward on the kitchen tiles slowly.
"Pardon me?" Hermione asked. She was disgusted at this straight-out approach, but for some reason she had expected Draco to have beaten around the bush for quite some time; drawing out all the fun as he teased her and brought his libido up.
"I've heard I'm a pretty good kisser." Draco said, the customary devilish look disappearing, and an inappropriate innocent one appearing.
"I don't know how that relates to--"
"I could always snog you to death," Draco suggested, knowing teasing her like this would not only make her blush, but also repulsed beyond belief. Brilliant.
"I don't think so." Hermione replied firmly.
"Not one for foreplay?" Draco winked and Hermione raised both her eyebrows in a 'oh, please' look.
"If you're not up for the snogging, we could always just skip to the shagg--"
"Oh, for God's sake!" Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Get back onto the topic, won't you?"
"You're the one who called me in here." Draco pointed out. Hermione sighed in frustration.
"Just ... Shut up and listen." Hermione was never going to admit to Draco that she was wrong in anything.
"Me-ow." Draco added and Hermione used all her self control to not strangle him on the spot.
"What did you do?" Hermione asked Draco, who looked back at her with a sort of smugness and feigned innocence.
"Whatever did you mean?" Draco asked her, a fake look of concern crossing his face.
"This!" Hermione gestured to the mess around her and Draco shrugged; both of them knew that he had trashed Hermione's kitchen when she had fallen asleep last night.
Draco sighed. "Dear mudblood, you may have a sanitation problem, but that's no reason to pin it onto a guest in your very humble abode." Hermione felt her face turning red with anger and indignation. This idiot was insulting HER ... In HER house, about HER sanitation and about HER house. And HE was the guest!
"You and I both know that you messed up my kitchen." Hermione said slowly, trying not to lose her temper. "So that means that YOU will go and clean it up now."
"Listen, Granger." Draco said in an equally slow tone. "I'm the guest in this house. So that means that YOU will go and clean it up now."
"Clean it up, Malfoy."
"No. You do it."
"Clean it up, Malfoy."
"No. You do it."
"Clean it up, Malfoy."
"No. You do it."
"ARGH!" Hermione shouted. She was on the verge of tearing her hair out. Draco watched her silently but happily. "Listen, you're hired to work for me. So work for me!"
"I was hired to protect you from dangerous people. Not from dangerous bacteria." Draco replied.
"You made the mess. So clean it up. It's not that hard to take in." Hermione said, trying to talk some sense into him.
"Speaking of which ... You could always just die from happiness when I show you something that's really hard, but is something that you would want to take in." Draco said in his scoundrel-like way to her and Hermione looked at the ceiling angrily.
"I'd probably end up dying from laughter," Hermione said to nobody in particular. Draco scowled at her and Hermione's voice rose. "Just ... Just clean the mess. I'm going to get ready for work." Hermione walked out of the kitchen and into her bedroom. She really needed a holiday.
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Draco, of course, had only put up that argument to make Hermione angry. Obviously, it had worked. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have bothered. But that was Hermione ... and annoying her was always fun.
Smirking to himself, Draco got out his wand, muttered a few choice words and instantly the kitchen was clean and tidy yet again.
As he entered the living room to sit upon the couch, he noted that Hermione was an extremely tidy person. She seemed like some sort of neat freak. A control freak.
"Or just a freak," Draco said, as he played around with the tassels on one cushion. "Are you done yet, Granger?" he yelled.
"Shut up, you irredeemable pompous ass!" Hermione shouted back.
'Well at least she's not dead.' Draco thought, twirling the tassels with his finger. 'If she was, then I think they would have docked my pay a little
"If you need some help, then I'd be happy to assist you." Draco yelled again, watching the tassel tighten from all the twirling. "You could finally start your hands-on experience ..."
"Bite me!" Hermione yelled back, but she instantly knew after that she had said it that it had been a bad decision to say that.
"You're giving me permission?" Draco's eyes lit up. "Wow, now it can be legal!"
"What exactly do you mean by 'it', then?" Hermione asked.
"How about a demonstration?" Draco asked, smirking yet again.
"Quiet, you," Hermione said as she came out of the bedroom, gripping her wand. "Alright, let's go."
"My place or stay here?" Draco asked in a sexy voice.
"Careful, Ferret Boy," Hermione said, opening the door. "You can very easily get fired. You're walking on eggshells." Draco seemed confused about this muggle saying.
"But wouldn't eggshells break?" he asked, scrunching up his chiselled face.
"My point exactly," Hermione replied, locking the door and heading for the broken phone booth.
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The office that morning was in a quiet, sleepy sort of buzz. Tammy was already sitting at her usual desk, writing on a paper plane that was stamped 'Ministry of Magic'.
"Morning Tam," Hermione smiled. Tammy smiled back and winked at Draco.
"Morning Hermies. Morning Draco," Tammy said; Draco's name rolling off of her tongue.
"Any messages for me?" Hermione asked as she mentally rolled her eyes - Draco had stepped forward and kissed Tammy's hand, who seemed to be completely smitten with Draco. "Tammy!"
Tammy snapped out of her daze. "What?"
"Messages?" Hermione repeated, reminding herself to kick Draco later on.
"Oh, right. There's none." Tammy reported, immediately going back to Draco after she had finished her sentence.
"Great to know," Hermione said, her comment falling upon deaf ears. Draco had managed to get his lips right next to Tammy's right ear lobe, and he was whispering.
"Why, Mr Malfoy, that's very lewd of you." Tammy purred and Draco chuckled softly. Hermione decided to conduct an experiment.
"I bought a new outfit yesterday." she said. Tammy and Draco hardly noticed her. "The shoes cost 400 Galleons." The two of them carried on.
"Ms Harding, you seem to be taking these suggestions quite easily." Draco whispered.
'This is ridiculous!' Hermione thought to herself, practically throwing her arms up into the air. 'How the heck am I supposed to work if my secretary is too busy getting conversationally shagged? And what about this supposed 'bodyguard?' I swear he is bloody useless!'
"So yeah, I decided to shoot him but I realized that a gun wasn't good enough. Instead, I got out my wand and then shot all the Unforgivable Curses at him. Then I killed him and feasted on the gooey insides of his head. Then I proceeded to shag Harry so senseless that he didn't know where he ended and where I began." Hermione said in a casual. The entire office was staring at her now, wondering which cliff she had fallen off. Harry's head appeared from a cubicle, his face turning tomato red.
"Nice work, mate!" Gary Tanner said, elbowing Harry's side.
"I-I-" Harry stuttered, looking like he was about to faint from embarrassment.
"Did someone say 'shag?' " Draco perked up from his conversation with Tammy.
'Indirect shagging of Draco and Tammy with office watching: 2,' Hermione noted to herself.
"Well, did you, Grangie?" Draco asked. Tammy giggled girlishly.
"Back to work," Hermione replied, knowing that if she answered his question then she would have never lived it out to Draco.
"Je vous parlerai plus tard, beau." Draco drew out silkily, before following Hermione into her office.
"Je vous parlerai plus tard, beau?" Hermione asked Draco incredulously.
"Why, Granger, I'd never thought that you would come across something that you didn't know the meaning of!" Draco smirked. "What I said means --"
"I know what it means!" Hermione replied haughtily.
"Then tell me, if you're so confident." Draco stuck out his tongue childishly.
"It means 'I will speak to you soon, beautiful'. So there." Hermione stuck out her tongue too.
"Since when did you learn French?" Draco asked her, withdrawing his tongue. "I wouldn't imagine you as the French type."
"What; only stuck up, aristocratic people who have no souls do a different language over the summer?" Hermione shot back.
"Last time I checked, Potter didn't know how to speak French." Draco said.
"Why are you being so childish?" Hermione asked him, stomping over to her desk. Only Draco Malfoy could make her this angry, and he had succeeded yet again.
"Why are you being like yourself?" Draco asked back. As soon as he had finished his sentence, Harry stormed into the room, opening the door with such force that it could have been ripped off of its hinges.
"Hermione, I assure you that we did NOT sleep with each other!" he said, the door rebounding off of the wall and closing, much to disappointment of the rest of the office.
"Harry, I--" Hermione tried, but Harry seemed to have decided to plead his case first without any interruptions.
"I know that night at the Hogshead--"
"HYPOCRITE!" Tammy yelled.
"-- was awkward and something was happening, but seriously, Hermione!" Harry stopped to take in a breath.
"Harry, listen to me!" Hermione shouted, ignoring a smug and smirking Draco.
"No, Hermione, listen to ME!" Harry protested, and Hermione fell limply back into her seat, admitting defeat. Harry took a deep breath and started talking rationally.
"I know that we were really close to ... you know ... but seriously, it does not mean that we DID ... you know ..." Harry said uncomfortably.
"Harry! He's right here!" Hermione interrupted. She had spied Draco holding a very interested stare.
"Oh, don't mind me Granger. Pothead," Draco said, acknowledging the both of them. "This could come in handy one day."
"Get out, Malfoy!" Hermione said, pointing to the closed door.
"But I am your bodyguard, Miss Granger!" Draco replied. "I am here to spring comfortably (or uncomfortably; depends if you still want me to sleep
on the couch) to your defense if Pothead here is actually a Blast Ended Skrewt in disguise ... which I heavily do NOT doubt."
"Just get out. Don't you have some visual shagging to do with Tammy?" Hermione asked.
"Ahh, indeed I do." Draco said, opening the door. "Nous parlerons des arrangements de sommeil plus tard ..." Hermione narrowed her eyes and Draco went to join Tammy.
"Was that Spanish?" Harry asked cluelessly.
"French," Hermione corrected him.
"What did he say?" Harry pressed on.
"I'll tell you later." Hermione replied.
"Ok. Good. But Hermione, you need to understand that we DIDN'T ... do the dirty deed, ok?" Harry said in a patronizing tone.
"Say it, Harry." Hermione prodded.
"What?"
"Say the word with me, Harry." Hermione said. This time she was the one with the patronizing tone. "Sh-agg-ing. Shagging. SHAGGING!"
"WHAT?" Harry was dumbfounded.
"You're over 20, Harry. It's not a crime to say 'shagging', you know." Hermione said. "Listen to me! SHAG, SHAG, SHAGGING, SHAGG-ABLE, THE SPY
WHO SHAGGED ME, SHAGGING SOMEONE, SHAG, SHAG, SHAG!" Hermione sniggered inwardly. She liked making Harry stutter and nervous. It was actually quite fun and a bit unlike her usual straight-up, no-nonsense studious girl.
"Granger, if you do intend on shagging Potter, could you please reserve the screaming for me?" Draco's voice wafted through the door.
"Harry, please just murder him now. I've got no energy left." Hermione gripped Harry's arm painfully. "I assure you that nobody can prove anything
... We'll just make him disappear." Harry laughed and Hermione frowned; she actually thought she had been serious for a little while.
"Sorry, Hermies," Harry said. "I would love to, but my conscience wouldn't let me."
"It's Draco Malfoy. My conscience has been telling me to try since I ever met him." Hermione replied. "And by the way ... the thing about the shagging. I only said it to get Malfoy's attention. He's an incompetent worker, if anything."
"Oh." Harry blinked. "So you weren't actually thinking that we had shagged?" Hermione grinned at Harry use of the 'sha' word.
"I'm smarter than that. I thought you of all people would know that." Hermione shrugged.
"Yeah, well ..." Harry trailed off and gave a boyish grin to the indignant look on Hermione's face. "I guess I'll get back to work." Harry leant over and kissed Hermione on the cheek before going back to his cubicle.
Hermione stood dumbfounded like Harry had before.
'What was that?' she asked herself as her cheek tingled. 'This isn't normal, this isn't ...'
"God, being around Malfoy has gone to my head." Hermione said out loud, dismissing the peck as just that - a friendly kiss on the cheek. Harry had been her best friend for ages, and he was more like a brother than a boyfriend. That issue in the Hogshead was just a rift in the usual balance. A very bad rift. "MALFOY!" Well, she wasn't going to pay Draco to find different ways to inadvertedly shag Tammy ...
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After another day of work had been done and sought through (with Draco standing behind Hermione for countless hours as he tried to look down her top, purely for the sake to piss her off), Hermione and Draco both apparated back to Hermione's apartment.
Draco's stuff was still sitting on the messy couch, and Hermione pulled a face at the scene. She ignored it, however, and headed for the fridge.
Draco jumped onto the couch and collapsed onto it, sighing happily that he didn't have to stay stiffly behind Hermione anymore.
"I'm going to take a shower." Hermione said, emerging from the kitchen with a glass of water. The fridge had long been ransacked by Draco, and it seemed that Hermione needed once again to order out for Chinese food ... except this time she wasn't going to be alone and wishing that she could have gone clubbing instead.
"I'll join you." Draco said as casually as she had, scrambling up.
"Drop dead." Hermione said, entering her bathroom and locking both doors.
"I prove to be quite useful in the shower," Draco smirked for the countless time that day. "Helping you wash in those hard to reach areas ..."
Hermione leaned her head against the shower wall and rolled her eyes.
'Murder is still illegal in Britain.' she repeated to herself. It was probably the only thing that stopped her from actually punching Draco senseless.
"Fine, you won't have the pleasure of the Draco experience." Draco said, holding up both hands (not that Hermione could see them) before walking off to make another mess in the kitchen.
That night, after finishing dinner and getting ready for bed, Hermione got up and turned off the TV. She closed all her curtains and secured her windows. She might have had a bodyguard, but he was useless at best. Hermione turned off the light in the kitchen and turned on the light in her bedroom. She noticed that Draco had fallen asleep on the couch, his blankets halfway up his body.
'He doesn't look as much as a git when he's asleep.' Hermione thought absent-mindedly to herself as she watched his chest rise up and down in a steady rhythm. She laughed inwardly. 'He didn't do anything today but stand behind me but he's still sleeping like he's worked twice as hard as me.' Hermione shook her head and turned to leave.
SMACK!
Draco's hand had flown out of the blanket as quick as lightning and gripped onto Hermione's wrist. Hermione nearly fell over in shock, but she didn't (mainly because Draco's grip was really actually quite strong). Peering down at him and trying to wrestle his hand off of her wrist, Hermione say him wearing his familiar smirk.
"Do you always like spying on deliciously good looking men when they're sleeping, Grangie?" Draco asked, not even bothering to open his eyes.
"NO!" Hermione said, still struggling to get his hand off of her.
"Are you sure?" Draco opened his eyes and seemed delighted that she was putting up a fight.
"Yes!" Hermione maintained.
"Is that yes a no?" Draco asked.
"No!" Hermione replied. Draco sneered triumphantly.
"Am I going to get a bed to sleep in from now on?" he asked as he tightened his grip.
"No." Hermione said defiantly. He was a Malfoy and deserved to be treated like a Malfoy. Goodness knew that he acted like one.
"How about now?" he asked again as he squeezed harder.
"No!" Hermione repeated, her wrist growing sorer by the second. In an instant, Draco pulled Hermione onto the couch and flipped her over, so that he was on top of her and inches away from her nose.
"How about now?" he asked in barely a whisper. Hermione gulped. She didn't say anything; she just stared at his stormy grey eyes. "Well, Granger?"
Draco leaned in a little bit. Hermione gulped again and she felt her heart pounding. Draco Malfoy was only centimetres away from kissing her and here she was being nonverbal.
"No." she replied weakly. Suddenly she couldn't hear anything but the pounding of her heart. Everything seemed so surreal.
"How about now?" Draco asked as his face came closer to hers slowly. His lips were closing the gap to hers gradually.
Then the phone rang.
It was then that Hermione realized that she was on the couch in dark with Draco Malfoy on top of her, about to kiss her if she didn't comply with his conditions.
"No." Hermione said, rolling from underneath him. Draco, caught by surprise, felt his grip loosen and Hermione's wrist escaping it. He fell flat on his face onto the floor. Hermione practically ran to the phone, her head buzzing from what just happened. "Hello?"
"Hey, Hermione! It's Tammy." a voice came through the phone.
"Oh, hi, Tammy!" Hermione said, her voice unusually high pitched. She seemed eager to cover up what just happened, even though Tammy probably had no idea that it had even happened. Suddenly, Hermione felt a streak of guilt flow through her. Tammy had obviously shown her interest in Draco, and here she was about to snog him. It wasn't very friend-like.
'It's not your fault. Malfoy wanted to snog you, not the other way around.' The little voice inside of Hermione reassured.
'Yeah, but you won't resisting much, were you?' The other little voice said.
"Are you alright, Hermies?" Tammy asked.
"Hrm?" Hermione asked, caught by surprise. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. How are you?"
"Oh, I'm good. Just wanted to talk, that's all." Hermione sensed something.
"You don't want to talk, do you?" Hermione asked.
"No." Tammy sighed. "Mark just broke up with me."
"Oh, Tam," Hermione said, feeling even more guilty than before. "What happened?"
"Well, you know how he does the best--"
"Yeah?"
"Well, he decided that I didn't like it as much as somebody else had ... Hermione, he was cheating on me!" Tammy wailed.
"Oh, Tammy ..." Hermione said sympathetically. "Listen to me ... Any man to cheat on you is a stupid idiot who doesn't deserve you! Tammy, you're
a wonderful girl and you shouldn't let that flea bag get to you." Hermione heard Tammy sniffling over the line.
"You really think?" Tammy asked in a blocked up sort of voice. She had evidently been crying.
"I really know." Hermione reassured.
"Thanks, Hermies." Tammy said quietly. "I knew that you could make me feel better."
"No problem, Tam." Hermione smiled. She could tell that Tammy was smiling too. "Listen, how about this weekend we go guy scoping and break a few hearts?"
"You've already broken enough body parts on me, Granger." Draco called from his position on the floor.
"Who was that?" Tammy asked.
"Just the bouncing ferret," Hermione said, throwing Draco a glare. She was glad that he was on the floor after what he had done to her.
"Who?" Tammy asked. She obviously wasn't informed of that fourth year situation.
"Malfoy," Hermione said. Tammy's voice immediately picked up.
"Draco?" she asked.
"The one and only. Thank God." Hermione said, shuddering at the thought of multiple Draco's roaming the world.
"Is he still awake?" Tammy asked.
"Yeah. He's a vampire, remember? Natural light doesn't do any good for him." Hermione quipped.
"Do you think that I could talk to him?" Tammy asked. Hermione immediately stiffened. The wave of guilt was no fresher than ever.
"Erm, if you want." Hermione said shakily. Now she felt really bad. "MALFOY!" Draco got up and rubbed his head.
"What?" He asked in a whiney tone.
"Tammy wants to talk to you." Hermione reported. Draco came over and looked at the telephone.
"Where is she?" Draco asked. "Don't tell me you've hidden her in the cupboard ..."
"She's on the phone." Hermione handed over the receiver and Draco looked at it, confused. "You put it to your ear like this and then you talk. You can hear her from those holes." Hermione put the phone up to Draco's ear.
"HELLO?" Draco yelled. He obviously didn't know that the phone was actually rather sound effective.
"She can hear you, Malfoy." Hermione said dead-pan.
"Shut up, Granger." Draco said. "Hello Tammy ..."
"Put the phone back in that place when you've finished." Hermione said, pointing to the phone. "I'm going to bed."
When Draco had finished his conversation with Tammy that involved many one liners in French and soothing words, he put the phone back down and headed for the couch.
'That's a funny device.' Draco thought to himself as he glanced at the phone once more.
Settling down onto the couch, Draco's head hit the pillow uncomfortably. He recounted how minutes before Hermione had been laying in that same spot. And how close he had came to kissing her. He really didn't want to kiss her ... he just wanted to make Hermione so weak at the knees by his kissing abilities that pretty soon she would have been working for him, and not the other way around. (A/N: And seriously, trust me on this one. He doesn't REALLY want to kiss her for pleasure ... yet. evil grin)
Speaking of the couch, Draco got up from his spot and then walked silently to Hermione's room. She was sleeping peacefully in her bed, her hair going in all different directions. Moonlight shone through a crack in the curtains, and the only noise there was the steady breathing of Hermione and the hum of the fridge in the kitchen. An evil thought popping into his head, Draco headed for Hermione's bed. It was a Queen size, and Draco wondered why she hadn't offered the bed to him. He was, after all, Draco Malfoy. And he should be treated like one.
Slowly pulling back the covers, Draco carefully climbed into bed. He knew that when Hermione woke up, she would be in for a huge shock. He pulled the covers back up, and Hermione stirred in her sleep, turning over to face him. He was relieved when he noticed that she was still asleep.
Smirking at his ingenious plan, Draco closed his eyes and fell asleep comfortably for the first time since he had arrived at Hermione Granger's apartment.
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A/N: Ok, finally, I'm done! No more scrolling down the page going "Oh my goodness ... she wrote MORE?!". This chapter should keep you going for another week or two before I update. School's kinda crazy now ... they change our timetables and now I'm just going to wondering around the halls of my school, confused. In the meantime ... REVIEW!!!! I love reviews, and this time for pressies, I think that imaginary chocolate truffles are appropriate!
For those who don't do French (I don't either, but thank goodness for the miracles such as online translators), 'Nous parlerons des arrangements de
sommeil plus tard' means 'We will speak about the sleeping arrangements later'. For those who already did French (or also used an online translator), some clever readers would have realised that they did talk about sleeping arrangements later ...
A sort of cliffie, maybe? Hrm, I'm not sure, but hey, next chapter something interesting is happening. :) secretive grin
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