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A/N: I'm sorry! I'm really really sorry! I know I took a hell of a long time to update but I sweaaaar it wasn't my fault! Just as I finished writing this chapter on exactly 11th October (which is still late to update but still!) I planned on adding it the next day, but guess what happens? Yup. My internet dies. So please don't be mad. But now it's back and running! I'm hoping to update the story again in a few days to make up for this!
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Rated M for later chapters.
Chapter 3 - Channels
"Granger! How much more are you going to buy?" Malfoy whined, settling himself and countless bags upon an empty bench. Hermione giggled as she sat next to him.
"Sorry, sorry." she smiled at him, making his heart skip a beat. He looked away. "We can go home now!" she added.
"Oh thank Merlin. I was thinking you might have mistaken me for a champion octopus." he said as they stood up and made their way towards the train station.
"I'm bored.." Hermione sighed impatiently. "I forgot to buy some books!"
"Oh no! It's the end of the world." Malfoy mocked, a little annoyed but still amused. Hermione glared at him then smiled.
They continued the journey home, laughing and teasing one another endlessly though this time they knew it was jokes between friends and nothing spiteful was said.
Hermione wanted to know everything about Malfoy. The past days they'd gotten extremely friendly. Was it because they were both adults now and knew that they had to live with eachother without ripping the other person's head off because it was all for the sake of Dumbledore and the mission? Or was it because of the silent truce they had made that day outside their house? Or was it because she...
She shook her head violently at the thought, sending her brown curls all over her face as she entered the house in front of Malfoy who stared at her.
"Now I'm really fearing your sanity Granger." he said in a weary voice, closing the door behind them. Hermione turned to look at him confusedly.
"Huh?" she blinked at him. And he had to use an immense amount of control to hide his smile. 'She gets so cute when she's confused. Er I mean...I didn't think that...bah what's wrong with me...'
"Nothing, nothing. Just thought you're trying to immitate a dog and get rid of fleas on your head or something. Not suprised as you have so much hair. Be careful though, your head might just fall off." he said in a serious tone before kicking his shoes off and hurrying upstairs before Hermione could register what he had just said.
Hermione stared after him. 'Huh?' she thought then she frowned. 'He probably teased me again. Though I don't know what he said, I'll whack him anyway.' she smiled and ran up the stairs to find him.
"So...you poke these little buttons? And they show you a hologram of another world right? What're these things called again?" Malfoy scrunched up his nose in deep concentration as he examined the mysterious object in his hand and the big screen in front of him.
"That thing in your hand is called a remote. And that thing with the screen is called a television." Hermione answered, unable to hide her amused smile. "Here."
She leaned against him and her fingers brushed against his as she pressed the on button. There was an awkward pause between them that was quickly silenced by a loud laugh from the television.
"So um, yeah." Hermione continued, trying to regain her normal voice, but was appalled as the sentence came out as a high pitched squeak. Malfoy raised his eyebrow at her and she cleared her throat. "You press these two to change the channel." she looked down, indicating the Up and Down arrows of the remote, trying hard not to look at Malfoy's eyes. She knew she was blushing, but why she was doing so, God only knew.
Malfoy had to smirk. Her expressions were so easy to read. He decided not to mention anything and began to press the buttons, gazing interestedly at the screen. Faces passed in a blur as he kept changing the channels.
"Are you gonna decide which one to watch now or should we wait another century?" Hermione asked. He looked just like a little kid playing with the remote. His face looked interested and amused as he watched the many different people in different places doing different things. He stopped on a channel and Hermione's eyes widened.
"Malfoy!" she yelled disgustedly, grabbing the remote from him and turning it off.
"Eeeeewwwwwwwwwww!" he laughed, looking at Hermione's expression. He couldn't stop laughing. It was a coinsidence that he stopped right on an...adult channel, but he was glad he did. Seeing this face infront of him was worth anything, even gay porno.
Hermione hit his arm hard. His laughing slowly began to decrease and finally he was able to keep a straight face.
"Muggles really are disgusting..." he said, wiping his eyes. Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"That's rich coming from you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Come on admit it Malfoy, you know you like a little guy-on-guy action." she giggled at his expression.
"Please Granger, don't tell me anymore about your fantasies. I take no pleasure in watching two men playing with eachother's...sticks." he smirked as he saw her cheeks flush a brilliant shade of magenta. "I like what any normal guy likes. Sexy girl-on-girl action. Ah. Heaven." he put on a highly blissful expression that earned him a dirty look from Hermione.
She got up abruptly and rushed up the stairs, chest puffed out and nose held high. Cheeks flaming red to rival all of the Weasley family put together. Malfoy smirked. 'She is so a virgin.'
An hour or two later, he heard Hermione coming down the stairs. Getting ready to do some serious teasing, he turned to look at her and his mouth dropped. Standing there, checking her watch, Hermione wore a tight, pink halter top which hugged her curves and her perfect breasts. Tight, black pants showed her perfect figure and made her seem like a model. She looked up at him and raised her eyebrow. Malfoy quickly shut his mouth and cleared his throat.
"Where're you going?" he asked casually, looking at the other side of the room. Hermione smirked.
"Dinner." she replied, getting out her shoes. "Coming?"
'Please say yes.' she thought, not knowing why. She just wanted to be around him as much as she could. No matter how much of an asshole he could be sometimes with those remarks of his.
"Well..." he started, looking thoughtful. "I don't really feel like going out tonight."
Hermione's face fell. "Oh." she said, putting on her shoes. Malfoy watched amusedly. 'She really is easy to read.'
"But, Dumbledore told us not to go anywhere alone at night so I might as well come. And I'm hungry too." he added, getting up. Hermione smiled and he stood up.
"Gimme five minutes to get ready."
Malfoy whistled. "Haven't had Italian food in ages. You're so thoughtful Granger." Hermione rolled her eyes as they entered a big restaurant filled with many customers and took their seats in an empty space next to the grand windows. As the waiter gave them their menus, Hermione looked through her choices thoughtfully, her brow slightly creased in concentration. Malfoy on the other hand was finding it hard to concentrate. Hermione's legs seemed to keep brushing against his and he found this very distracting.
He looked up from his menu and smiled slightly at her face. At that moment she looked up too, suprised that he was looking at her.
"Decided?" she asked. He nodded.
"Mmmmmm this is delicious!" Hermione said happily as she ate through her pasta. Malfoy nodded in agreement. "Hey Malfoy?" she asked a little hesistantly, placing her fork on her plate. He looked up at her, suprised.
"What?" he asked curiously. Hermione looked right into his eyes and he felt himself blushing slightly. 'Oh thank Merlin and the lord for being in a candlelit restaurant.' he thought stupidly.
"Well...I was thinking. I mean, we're living together and everything, and we don't know for how long." she said as a matter of factly. Malfoy nodded for her to continue, wondering where this was going to lead to.
"I don't know anything about you." she said bluntly, still looking into his eyes.
"Well I don't really write autobiographies of myself to give to everyone I meet." he said teasingly. She rolled her eyes.
"Then how about," she paused, a small smile playing on her lips. "you write one and give it to me?"
Malfoy raised his eyebrow. "Why're you interested Granger?" he smirked. "Wishing you can live with me forever? Want to play the knowing wife do you?" he teased and Hermione blushed.
"No!" she said defensively. "Well...actually, maybe I do."
Malfoy stopped smirking. She admitted it? Wow. He never met anyone that was interested in his life. If you don't count his father who practically tried to RULE his life. But other then that, no one cared. He looked into her chocolate brown eyes and could see she was serious. There was a sense of hoping in there and he found he couldn't refuse.
Not really knowing why, he set his fork down too. "What do you want to know?" he asked.
Hermione blinked. 'He's going to tell me? Wow. Maybe he's just bluffing...Well we'll see soon enough.'
"Everything."
Malfoy's eyebrows were in danger of disappearing on top of his head. "Everything?" he repeated. Then he smirked again. "Wanna know how many girls I fu-"
"SHUT IT!" she interrupted, covering her ears with her hands. Malfoy had to laugh and everyone looked at them. Hermione blushed. "Be serious will you!" she pouted. He stopped laughing and nodded, still smirking.
"Okay okay." he rested his chin on his hand and looked at her.
"Tell me about your childhood and how you grew up?" Hermione suggested, looking hopeful.
"Well I'm not going to be telling you how I wet the bed or ate my bogies because you know a gentleman like myself was very well mannered ever since I was born." Hermione rolled her eyes. Could this guy have any more ego?
"Okay, okay. Well, I was born and raised in the Malfoy Manor ever since I can remember. I have no brothers or sisters so naturally I got all of my parents attention." he paused. "I know that years before my mother was pregnant with me, both my parents had joined Voldemort and became Death Eaters. My father became a spy for Voldemort and was trusted above most others. A year and a half after I was born, was when Voldemort was beaten by Potter and this was when my family was in disaster. My father had to pretend he and my mother had been put under the Imperius curse and was forced to do Voldemort's deeds. Fudge ate the bullshit of course and I grew up to be the snotty little asshole everyone knows me as." He inclined at Hermione and she whistled innocently.
"As I got older, my father told me more and more about the Dark Arts and Voldemort. At first I was really pleased and wanted to learn everything I could about the Dark Arts and become Voldemort's follower like my father. My father also told me about bloods. Everyday he would sketch into my head how pureblood wizards were better and superior to muggleborns who were considered dirty. Of course I wasn't one to argue with him and I took on that role when I came to Hogwarts. Acting as if I hate you because of your blood. But later when Voldemort came to power, my father went crazy. He tortured me and my mother endlessly, talking about nothing other than Voldemort. It went so far that my mother was taken to St. Mungo's Hospital and she's been there ever since. And then...you know the rest. When I was told by Voldemort to kill Dumbledore, I turned him in and Potter killed him. And I've been living alone till this mission." He finally stopped and he took a sip of his drink. That was the first time he had ever told anyone about his life. About how he felt. He looked up at the girl in front of him.
Hermione was looking at him, amazed. She had never stopped to think about Malfoy's life. She never knew his asshole-self was enforced by his father and knowing this made her feel at ease for some reason.
Without knowing what either one was doing, they slowly brought their faces towards eachother. Their eyes locked and each lost in a hurricane of thoughts.
Just as their lips were about to touch, Malfoy's eyes widened. He stood up suddenly, knocking back his chair. Hermione, confused looked at him. He was facing the window, his face expressionless. Before she could ask anything, he'd run out of the restaurant. Not waiting to think, she ran after him.
'That can't have been...' he thought frantically, rushing pass the waiters and out of the door. 'But there's no mistake..it HAD to be him...'
A/N: well...Malfoy certainly talks alot doesn't he? sorry about that. I think this chapter is shorter than the one before...Sorry about that too.
But anyway, please please please please review and tell me what you think! Thanks to all of you that have and will review!