Tile: Two In The Bed
Author: Starlight Blue and PriceyBlonde
Disclaimer: We do not, in any way shape or form,ownHarry Potter.
Warnings: Rated M for launage and lemons in later chapters.
Summary: Hermione and Draco, one set of rooms, one set of rules, one life. A story of friendship, change,love and betrayal.
A/N: PriceyBlone: Yo Ho Hello, and welcome to our first, joint fanfic. I want it to be made known that I am not really that keen on Hermione x Draco but Starlight wanted to do this pairing so here it is. I hope you enjoy your stay in our imaginary realm.
Starlight Blue: And if you think Draco's too nice then, WE KNOW! We've already re-writen this once and nothing will make me write it out again. So please read our story and tell us what you think.
Enjoy!
Chapter One
Learning
"You are such a… such a… Pig Malfoy!" She screamed at him. She couldn't believe they had picked him to be head boy along side her head girl.
"And proud of it Granger." He said, a smirk-laying smack across his face. She felt the anger burning through her veins. How could he make her this angry in a matter of seconds?
"You have a gift for being a pig! Just like your father." She watched as she saw the look in his eye change from hate to pure anger. Before she knew it she was being pressed up against the carriage wall, his fists pressing painfully into her shoulders.
"I am nothing, NOTHING like my father!" Hermione turned her head away, not wanting to look into the burning spheres of pain anymore but Draco grabbed her chin and yanked it so she was facing him. "Do you hear me? Granger! Did you hear what I just said? I'm nothing like him!" The memories came flashing back to him. Just little clips of his past. He would never treat his son like his father had him. He let go of her, letting her body collapse against the wall as he stalked back to where they had been sitting. Draco's heart screamed with anger, angry that he was a Malfoy, angry that he had just lost control and angry that he was even born. A wave of cold, hard depression rolled over him. Was life always going to be like this? He could hear soft crying, as though it was miles and miles away, but he knew it was her, he knew it was that girl, Granger. He ignored it, wallowing in the pain that filled his soul. They stayed like that for what seemed an eternity for both, silent and far apart. Then it hit her, like she had been smacked in the stomach with a lead weight. They would have to share a room. She moaned and tears started to scew her sight. Malfoy turned, anger bubbling once more.
"Oh shut up your waterworks you puerile brat"
Hermione sobbed louder, this only helped to make him feel worse.
"What is wrong with you for crying out loud?"
She looked up to meet his ice-cold eyes, her face full of disdain
"We are going to have to share a room ferret boy! That is the matter with me!" He started, the fact drilling into his mind.
"Shit!" He yelled slamming his fist against the wall, which only made her weeps gain speed. "Shut the hell up Hermione!" She held it.
"Why did you call me Hermione?"
Her voice came from no where and slap it hit him, he'd called her by her first name. Holy mother of cow. 'How am I going to get out of this one?'
"It shut you up, shock tactics and it's left a bad taste on my tongue… like mud, I wander why?" He turned and looked out of the window of their carriage.
SLAP! His cheek was smarting and there were tears in his eyes. That bitch slapped me! Draco was in shock, no girl had ever slapped him before, his mind was so jumbled nothing coherent would come from his mouth. The last thing he heard was the carriage door slamming and he was alone again.
Hermione threw open the carriage door and slammed it with all her might before storming off down the train looking for her friends. That spineless bastard! He says he's not like his father, well he's a fine actor if he's not. By the time she found Harry and Ron, who were sharing a compartment with Luna and Ginny, they were in Hogsmeade. But that didn't prevent the barrage of questions that hit her open walking into her friends company.
"Where have you been?"
"Who's Head Boy?"
"Did you know that Snorlax's have purple bellies?"
"Hermione have you been crying?" Every one shut up when Ginny popped her question. The brunette watched as all four occupants goggled her before she burst into tears again and stormed out of that compartment to. So much for them letting me be. She could hear their voices calling out behind her but she kept walking, not in the mood for a game of 'Lets Ask Hermione.' Soon enough she found her self walking along the platform. It was Her duty as Head girl to make sure all pupils got off the train safe and sound, and so she waited. Finally she watched the last few pupils disembark and she waited a bit, making sure she was not going to bump into her 'Other half'. After a while she walked over to where the last carriage stood and climbed in. Slowly it began to move off. That's when he called out.
"STOP!" And sure enough, it did. Her door swung open and he climbed in.
"I'm walking." She declared opening the other door slowly, waiting to see if he would stop her. He didn'tIt was pouring down as she walked her way up to the castle, nervously fingering her wand, jumping at noises. She couldn't wait to be sat in the great hall, watching the sorting. Although Hermione knew after the warmth of the feast and the joy of seeing old faces, she would have to meet with the headmaster and Malfoy. God a room with him. Well at lest its not a bed. So deeply wrapped in her thoughts and mutterings to herself, she did not hear the carriage trundle up behind her.
"It's raining." Said his voice, stirring her from her musings.
"No shit Sherlock."
"Wow, the mudblood fowl mouths." He snapped back. She whipped her head round to glare at him.
"You know sometimes, Malfoy. I wonder how you get your head so far up your ass."
"You know, Granger, I was going to allow you into the carriage but I've changed my mind now."
"Allow me? My god your more stuck up then I thought!" She watched as the carriage pulled off into the distance and she continued trudging up to the castle.
The feast passed as ever, with fantastic food, witty speeches and catching up. By the time Hermione had got there the sorting had just finished giving her a chance to slip in unnoticed. Or so she thought. Draco watched as the bushy haired Gryffindor pushed open the doors and quickly made way to a seat. Away from Harry, Ron and the others. Why isn't she sitting with them and being all buddy, buddy? He quickly snapped out of his thoughts when he realised who he was thinking about. God damn Mudblood. And he went back to his dinner, thinking about what he was going to do about the fact he was sharing a room with her. Well at least its not a bed.
"You know why you're here, Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy?"
"To discuss our duties, sir" Hermione answered, being surveyed by the Headmaster over his half moon glasses, that were glinting in the soft light of his office, whilst Draco was studying his shoes, as if they were important.
"Yes, that is the reason. I though I should prepare you for a few things. Obviously you know of your academic duties, as you were both prefects, but as Head boy and girl you are in charge of the prefects and all the balls held through out this year. You will also share a dormitory, which I will escort you to now. The password is nuit de paix. There is a study area, kitchen, dinning area, small library, a large bathroom and a bedroom." Hermione heard the word bedroom not bedrooms but dismissed it as a mistake. Draco just kept his eyes on his shoes. "But first I would like something of you both"
Now it was Draco's turn to answer "What would that be sir?" He was suddenly looking more nervous than Hermione had ever seen him.
"I would like to ask you to be civil to each other, maybe even become friends. In your quarters you will have to get on, but please show a good united front to the pupils" Both Draco and Hermione understood that somehow this was not a request but a demand. Nether liked it.
Harry's going to be so mad.
Great. Friends with a Mudblood.
"Come on then, let me show you to your rooms" Said Dumbledore jovially popping a sherbert lemon in his mouth as he stood.
The walk through the castle to their quarters didn't take long, it was in the top of the eastern tower, and the portrait that guarded their entrance happened to be of the four founders.
"Right then," Said Dumbledore turning to leave.
"Err sir…" Draco said his eyes looking at him hopeful. "Aren't you going to come in with us?" His sliver eyes flicking over to Hermione, wishing for support but she was admiring the painting a little to closely.
"No, no. I don't want to be a burden on your company." And with that he disappeared round the corner.
"What's wrong Malfoy?" Hermione surprised her-self with the coldness in her voice. "Scared that a little Gryffindor like me is going to hurt you?"
"Look Granger. We're going to be living together and I've been trying to be civilised to you all da-"
"You call pushing someone up against the wall till it hurts being civil?"
"You started it!"
"Whatever Malfoy. Nuit de paix." The portrait swung forward and Hermione stepped behind it. Draco felt a pang in his heart as she did so. What the fck was that?
"OH MY GOD." Draco quickly walked round the portrait and felt the same emotion hit him smack in the chest. She slowly walked forward and Draco made his way fully into the Gold and sliver room. He felt the portrait close behind him.
"Wow, this is… just its… wow!" There where no words to describe the beauty of the room. It was circular much like Dumbledore's own room but it had 6 doors all the way round. The two teens ran off in opposite directions, heading for doors and yanking them open, first one Draco opened lead to the kitchen. It was buttercup yellow, with a large fire on one wall, with shelves lining the rest, a large arguer and in the middle was a dining table just big enough for two people. It was okay. He turned and left it his eyes still dazzled by the bight yellow of the walls.
"Erg… I think I'm blind." He heard the slamming of a door as Hermione chose another room, and so he stumbled off to wards the next door. The bathroom is what he picked. The room was purely made from black and white marble, with the biggest bath he'd ever seen sunk into the middle of the room, around its edge there were four large statues holding flowing jars, they looked like Aphrodite, or Venus. In the corner there was a shower, big enough for at least four people, there was a toilet, large, deep basins. And all along one wall was mirrored. Looking up to the ceiling he noticed it was enchanted like the ceiling in the great hall. It was gorgeous. He left the room wondering what exactly that overly large bath was for and was about to call Hermione to ask her but she got there first.
"Oh no…no, no, no!" Her voice was wobbly and almost sounded about to crack.
"What?" He called back looking a round for her, spotting her and walking over.
"You know Dumbledore said one bedroom." Draco felt his heart stop as he peered over Hermione's shoulder into the room. "Its one bed…"
Both stood in silence, Hermione budging over a bit so they could both stare into the room, mouths dropped. There was a king size four poster bed, the quilts and sheets made out of blue satin, matching the colour scheme in the room. There was two huge French windows overlooking the grounds. The room was just beautiful, but both of them were too shocked to notice.
"Oh no, he didn't." Draco said shutting his eyes tight trying to make it go away.
"Yes, yes he did."
"I knew he wanted us to be close… but this… I can't sleep in the same bed as you!"
He stormed off to use that overly large bath. Once again his mind was in turmoil, he watched as water flowed from the statues jars gently filling the bath with hot water with the biggest silvery bubbles he'd ever seen. As he sunk down into the bubbles and closed his eyes, he felt the pains of the world. He had been trying to repress it all day, but with the pain in his soul and soothing feeling of the water the tears started to stream down his face, washing away all his hurt and anger. God. Just my luck that is, sharing a bed with Granger? He dived down under the water and resurfaced in the middle. She is going to find out how weak I really am. All those times when I've done the most un-Malfoy-ish things. At least in my dorm I could hide it but now she going to know… oh good I have to stop that from happening. Studdenly all the images flashed back. All the times he was forced into it, all the nightmares. He was nothing like his father. Nothing like him.All these thoughts passed through his mind in quick secession, not once did he think to lock the door, so that's how she opened it and saw him.
"OH MY FCKING GOD!" She screamed, her eyes stuck to a part of Malfoy she never would admit she wanted to see.
"GRANGER!"
She was stuck there, unable to move, all she could see was him, and all she could feel was her face getting rapidly more flushed.
"Granger! GET OUT" yelled Draco, whilst fiercely trying to cover himself over. Is she looking at me? Then she came to her senses. Why does my day keep getting worse! Hermione quickly scurried out of the room, breathing rapidly she slammed the door behind her. She slumped down against the door, still in shock of seeing Malfoy in the altogether. Mental note to self: always remember to lock doors. As her breathing began to regulate she put her head in her hands. God he's gorgeous. In the bathroom Draco was just beginning to calm down. How could I have been so stupid to forget to shut and lock the door? Who am I Longbottom? He shook his head, unbelievable. But lord she's looking hot, her summer must have been productive, I mean that main of hair she had, it just looks sleek, and merlin her figure's enough to melt even Uncle Severus. Then he mentally slapped him self. Stop it! By the time Draco had gotten out of the bath and dried off Hermione had found a book and was lead on the sofa. There was a very awkward silence until she broke it with the question both of them had been dreading:
"What are we going to do about this bed?" it was barely a whisper but he heard it.
"I suppose there's only one thing we can do, share, though I loathe to" he sneered the last three words.
"Fine"
The rest of the evening past in frosty silence, until they got to bed, both lead there for hour's silent but awake. Until they drifted off, hands laying inches from the other's. The next morning when Draco awoke having dreamed nothing for the first time in years. He slid out of bed and shuddered. Must shower.
Slowly she opened her eyes and it dawned on her, the memories flashed back as did the embarrassment, soon she was flushed. She pulled down the covers and stood up.
"Ah your awake." She jumped at this and turned to face the door.
"Malfoy! Rule number one of living with me, never make my jump." He smirked.
"Note to self: Make Granger jump to annoy her." Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.
"Urgh, I have to live with that for a year." He turned and walked away. "Oh, Malfoy. What's the time?" There was nothing for a moment.
"Oh bugger!" Hermione's jaw dropped.
"What time Malfoy?" She ran over to the door in her silk pyjamas and saw him standing there a smirk on his face.
"Calm down, Granger. Its 6:50, we have an hour." Hermione still looked shocked.
"Oh god, I still have to have a shower and get my bag ready and have breakfast."
"Whoa, hold the horses, your bag is all ready." She looked at him puzzled but decided not to ask.
"Oh right, um well I'm taking a shower." And with that she strode off across to the bathroom. Hermione quickly locked the door and stripped stepping into the huge shower, where warm water poured over her body as she washed her hair. Why is he being nice to me? It's not normal. As she got out of the shower and dried herself down, that was all that puzzled her. Why? She got dressed, a silence filled their quarters, Hermione figured that he must have left with out her. She felt a sinking feeling in her chest. So she grabbed her bag, stuffed to breaking point with books that had been lazily piled in and headed out. Just before reaching the great hall, she caught up with Ron and Harry.
"Morning boys"
They turned round to great her with quick hugs, before another barrage of questions came her way.
"Morinin' Mione, so whose head boy?" asked Ron with an air of uncertainty
Sighing Hermione gave in, I figure I'm going to have to answer some time "The Head boy is Malfoy, alright? And we have to share quarters, and a bed, and I walked in on him naked okay!" it all came out in a jumble as if she'd be waiting for ever to say it.
Harry was the first to react. "You have to what? With who? YOU SAW WHAT!" She looked to see what Ron thought, he was silent and slightly pastier than a moment ago. Oh dear. "Look Harry, Ronald, there is nothing I can do about it, as much as I hate that boy he's been alright just leave it" she sighed giving in to the inevitable.
"If he so much as touches you I'll hex his balls into next millennia, followed by his arse and scabby little body" seethed Ron, if only you knew about that 'scabby little body' Ron, if only you knew.
As they walked in the conversation was still going in that vein, boring Hermione stupid. Draco on the other hand was also being interrogated by Crabbe, Goyle and Zambini. "So who is she?"
"Is she hot?"
"What house?"
"Obviously she's pureblood?"
If only they knew Draco mused.In his mind she was the hottest thing at Hogwarts, not that he'd ever admit it, to anyone. He'd only just admitted it to himself. He answered all the questions with the air of a real Malfoy, with hatred. After sipping some pumpkin juice and nattering about Quidditch with the boys the post came and dropped into his lap was a small parchment bound with purple ribbon. It was from the Headmaster,
"Dear Head Boy and Girl,
Last night in our little meeting I forgot to tell
you one last thing, you have to work together in all
projects this year. I would like you enjoy each others
company there is two seats at the teachers table if
either of you wish to join us. I hope you found your
quarters acceptable. Please make sure your better
half reads this note.
The Headmaster"
Great, more time with her, He found him-self thinking un-sarcastically; then kicking him-self mentally and thinking she's not worthy to share the air breathed by a Malfoy. After finishing off his goblet of juice he made his way over to the Gryffindor table. As he leant over her shoulder to make pass her the note, it felt as if every eye in the building was on them.
"Erm, Granger this is for us." He handed her the note and avoided Harry and Ron's eyes.
"Right." He looked down at her again and waited for her decision. "Um, Ron. Harry. Me and Malfoy have to sit at the teachers table to discuses possible projects with the head master." Draco let out a breath he hadn't know he'd been holding and walked with her up to the table.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger." The headmaster said indicating for them to sit in the seats next to him. Hermione in the one nearest Dumbledore, and Draco in the one next to Professor Flitwick. "I trust that your room is to your liking?"
Yes. Hermione was surprised at her inner feelings, but then again she was starting to like Malfoy a lot more then she was letting on.
Yes. Draco scolded him-self.
"Well…"
"You see…" Dumbledore looked at them over the top of his half moon glasses.
"The bed?" He said, and the two slightly flush teenagers nodded. "Ahhh it's all in the name of inter house relations you understand. The closer you are the better you will get on in time, thus making Hogwarts one happy family." He replied jovially.
"But sir, one bed? Isn't that going a little too far?" Hermione said a little too un-enthusiastically.
"Well if you make a new friend, sharing a bed is all in the job isn't it?" They both knew there was no way out of this one, Draco and Hermione were both quite happy with this, secretly thanking the old meddler for his perseverance. But of course they didn't show it. "You are aware that you are taking all planning responsibilities?" The two heads nodded.
"Yes and I think I would be a great idea to have some sort of ball, at Christmas." Hermione said with a grin. She had always wanted some sort of Christmas ball and now she had a chance to plan it.
"What a splendid idea Ms. Granger."
"How about we make it a masquerade?" Draco asked, quite pleased at his bright idea.
"It seems we picked the heads well this year. You two will work superbly together." Hermione shot a look at Draco, willing him to stop butting in on her good ideas but all he did was just smirk at her. Dumbledore just grabbed a banana, oblivious to his last few words being seen as untrue.
"Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy. Your timetables." Hermione took hers and looked at it, as did Draco. Neither noticed Dumbledore slipping away.
"What you got first, Ganger?" Malfoy asked, out of pure curiosity.
"Why should I tell you?" She snapped back, not even looking up from her timetable.
"I was trying to be nice. We have to live together remember? And share a bed." He shivered at this.
"That's the only reason you're being nice to me? Because you have to sleep with me?" He didn't know what to say but apparently she didn't care since she carried on. "If you really must know, I have Herbol… since when do I take Herbology as a N.E.W.T?" Draco was the first to realise what was going on and her just stared at Hermione. She looked up and saw that look in his eyes and it dawned on her too.
"We're sharing classes!"
"This is going too far" Hermione wasn't angry at having to share these things with Draco, just that her life was being controlled by a mad old man!
"Oh well, thanks to you I have to take divination with that old bat Trelawney. You do realise I walked out of her class after a term last year!"
All Draco could do was laugh, at least we both have to do crap we don't want to do. "That means you can do my homework for me then Granger."
She stormed off, out of the great hall and towards greenhouse four where their first lesson of the day was being held.
Within ten minutes of arriving the rest of the class were coming in, Draco immediately went to stand with her. He thinks he can use me like that he's got another thing coming. Today they were working with an incredibly rare plant, and Draco and Hermione, being head boy and girl had to work with each other. The plant they were potting was only small, but incredibly powerful. It holds the inner most secrets of the people planting it up, but in order for it to not reveal them the pair must stay friends… or at least civil. Oh no! The joint thought between the two, they both had so much to hide and now at the first hurdle a little plant was threatening to ruin everything. Each was more determined than before to become the closest of friends. After the hassle at breakfast the rest of the day passed with ease, as both were desperately trying to appease the other. The only problem came when the school day finished and they had to retire to their quarters. Hermione wanted a shower, her head was pounding and she was tired from the first day back and was desperately trying to ignore the huge amount of homework that was already filling up her diary. So as soon as they opened the door she headed for the bathroom. And so did Draco. Obviously they had both been thinking the same thing. She glared at him
"I'm having a shower where do you think you are going?" She was not in the mood for this tonight.
"I'm having a bath but it's blatantly not alright with you so I'm going to do it any way" and he stormed in to the bathroom.
"MALFOY GET YOUR STINKING PREJUICED ARSE OUT OF MY BATHROOM" She screamed through the door on the brink of tears. Malfoy smirked, unable to think of anything else to do, hell hath no fury like a witch scorned! How true that daft saying is now.
BANG! Oh no what's She broke now, stupid mudblood.
The noise shook the small quarters like a canon going off. He had not yet had a chance to take of his trousers, but that was the only thing he had on as he ran into the main living area, only to find Hermione brandishing her wand with anger he'd only seen in one other person, Potter. She was exploding things at a rate of knots, the clock was gone, one of the three chairs was in shards over the room, and the lights were severely cracked. She obviously hadn't noticed him. Bloody insolent, puerile, spoilt, pureblood, Slytherin prince. She turned casting another spell, directly at him. She had been aiming for the door to give him a shock, and hadn't seen him.
"Nooooooo!" She screamed.
A/N: Starlight and Pricey: review please.