It had been a week, since she had awoken, and fortunately for her he had gone through the trouble to purchase her some clothing. He had come in to give her, her food and give her books. She didn't want him to think that his hospitality was in vain, so she kept her answers short and to the point. When asked if there was anything else she wanted, 'other then answers?' she shook her head and he left her to rest.

What had been plaguing her the past few days was the feeling of absolutely no magic what so ever in the vicinity of the, apparently, 'small' bedroom. She was shocked when he told her that this was the smallest room in his wing, seeing as it was about four times the size of the girl's dormitories back at Hogwarts. The room was unusually cold and she was only allowed sunlight during midday. He claimed that she was not allowed to see what was going on in the courtyard outside her window. She supposed he didn't want her to be able to report what he did while at home, when she was returned to the world.

That thought had also been in her head a lot, with her plentiful amount of free time, am I a prisoner? He had never really mentioned anything about her freedom in the short uncomfortable conversations between them. He mentioned that his parents were not back from wherever they were and his grandfather was the head of the house while they were away.

' I never knew you had a Grandfather…alive that is…' was all she said after he had told her two days previously.

'Not many people do, goodnight.' Was his cold reply, and she was left rather deflated as the door closed behind him.

She noticed he seemed a lot less 'himself' when he was in her company; he rarely made a comment about her blood, or made mountains out of molehills when they disagreed. Today Hermione felt that her leg was a lot better, good enough for her to get out of bed. So for the time being she put her thoughts aside and concentrated on getting out of the bed and walking to the heavily draped window. She was sick of lying in bed all-day and needed to stretch her legs anyway.

She lifted her left leg and placed it over the edge and winced as it touched the cold floorboards beneath, the cold was a straight electric shock to her knee, causing her to his in pain. Her neck was still tender but it didn't hurt as much anymore to turn it left and right, as it did the first time she tried. Gently pushing herself up from the bed she shot an arm out to the bottom left pillar of the bed to steady her. Slowly she lifted her foot and stepped forward, followed closely with the next own in a sort of shuffling hop. Eventually she was able to sort of drag herself to the window and lean heavily against it panting and perspiring in a very unladylike hunch. Carefully she reached out for the chair that usually accommodated Draco and sat down heavily. Even more carefully she tugged at the drapes and parted them about fifteen inches. The sunlight dazzled and she knew it must have been around morning tea, with the morning crispness slowly fading and the brilliant sunlight above.

It took several moments of opening, closing and blinking her eyes to adjust to the light. What she saw she did not expect. She noticed that the window was not a window to be exact, but French looking doors, with silver doorknobs, and white frames. When after a few moments gazing opened mouth at the ornate designs around the edges she saw movement in the courtyard outside. She focused her attention away from the doorframes and instead placed it on the bare chest of man before her. The ONLY thing he was wearing was long silken pyjamas, and was rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. She could tell that that was all he was wearing because as she watched him walk there was the unmistakable jump of his manhood beneath the loose fitting pants. Gulping, she continued to watch as he pulled a bow and a quiver of arrows from a nearby bench and walked the length of the small courtyard, to just to the right of her window. Yet again Hermione found herself unable to look away as she took in his well-sculpted body, the rippling muscles beneath a creamy layer of skin and tissue. The way the cold air made his nipples hard and little goose bumps freedom to mar his flesh. He was so close, yet so far away, only about two feet away from her window, but from behind the glass he looked untouchable.

She watched in awe as he pulled the arrow back and let it loose, it soared through the air and struck just off to the right of the centre of a large target to Hermione's left. He was magnificent a majestic creature, pure beauty, a man in every sense of the word, a god, the strength in his arms made her wonder if his embrace were as inviting as they seemed. She wanted to clap, but remembered that she was not allowed to look outside at this time, 'this must be why he never lets me look outside before lunch…' She thought as he pulled another arrow from the quiver and fired, this time it was on target and Hermione erupted in a joyous shout, clapping her hands.

She immediately stopped mid-clap, when he spun around shocked, in doing so stepping on the baggy hem of his pyjamas. His eyes widened into the size of dinner plates as he was left in nothing but his birthday suit.

(A/N: for those who don't know what that is, it means butt naked! Sorry for interrupting, I shall continue!)

Hermione gasped and couldn't help it when her eyes travelled downwards, landing on his very, VERY large member. She gulped as she took it all in, (A/N: I know! I know! That sounds so wrong! Sorry!) It reached about halfway down his thigh and she was sure it could have held up a small coffee table.

Blinking she flicked her head to get the idea out of her head, it had been several seconds since his pants had fallen and it only came to her now that he had made no move to cover himself, slowly her eyes wondered back up as she snapped her mouth shut.

Their eyes met and it seemed that he was so shocked, he hadn't yet noticed his nakedness, then suddenly as if just realising she was there, a red blush found its way across his cheeks and he snapped into action. He stumbled, reddened further, bent over and began to tub his pants on, once on he shot one last embarrassed look in her direction, and walked backwards a few steps and almost fell over. Luckily he was saved further embarrassment when Hermione found the strength to look away. She stared intently at the back of her and until she saw no more movement in the corner of her eye. Only when she heard the distant slamming of a door did she look up and at the spot he had just occupied. Slightly numb, and very surprised she got up from her seat, ignoring the pain, slowly made her way back to the bed and under the covers. She closed her eyes and fell into a light dose. In her dream, there he was, a man with silken pants riding a magnificent horse, hair fanning out behind him, powerful arms clutching leather reigns.

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Draco woke up from a most pleasant dream, one that was very unwelcome… 'She's too damn beautiful! I should have informed father of what was going on a long time ago!' He silently berated himself; it was common these days that he dreamed of a sleeping Hermione, before he had purchased her clothing. He dreamed of stroking her cheek and kissing her eyelids, and listening to her breathing, it was unnatural! He made himself believe that, but no matter what he told himself his dreams were always the answer to his questions, long before he knew he was a pureblood. But this…this was not good; something about her presence was calming…yet when he was around her…he would always stumble. He knew he should have hexed her into oblivion, but seeing her when she had fallen out of the tree, it made him want to help her, to heal her, even without his wand, he wanted to.

He had lied to her, his parents were not away, they were in the majority of the house, he was exiled to his wing, his wand confiscated, and no company but his grandfather Adoro… and now Hermione. He was too ashamed to tell her the truth… and now after the incident in the courtyard, he had gone to his quarters and tried to sleep the embarrassment away. It was lunch time, and time for him to bring Hermione her food.

'Oh Merlin…' he mumbled to himself, he dragged himself out of his bed and went to his wardrobe. It was strange; he would go through all the trouble in picking out a new outfit everyday, just to see her. 'Kido!' He shouted, once the house elf arrived, he ordered an eggplant (or aubergine to those who are not familiar with the term…) quiche, rocket and blood orange salad, and a cool glass of pumpkin juice. He was going to be a man and face his humiliation head on, she needed her strength, and a good hearty meal would not go amiss.

'Follow behind me, Kido, do not drop that tray!' he commanded the young elf.

'Yes master! I is doing as you wish master!' the house elf squealed excitedly.

'Calm down Kido.' He stated flatly and made his way to the south end of his wing. The courtyard was situated in the middle of his wing, and he had to walk around the whole thing to get to her room.

He stopped outside her door, and pressed his ear to the wooden surface. His eyes widened as he heard her moaning and gasping, tossing and turning in her bed. He thought something was wrong and before he knew what he was doing, he gestured for the house elf, to move aside.

He turned the door knob and quietly opened the door, he stuck his head in to the gap and peered inside, the room was no longer dark, the drapery letting in a stream of light, illuminating the room, her bed was the only thing shrouded in darkness. He squinted past the stream of light and saw thrashing motions in the shadows. He leapt forward, but stopped a foot from her bed at the sight before him. His eyes were glued, and his jaw slackened.

A/N: thanks to those who reviewed, this is the chapter where I revealed one of Draco's secrets, his exile, his shame…(what his shame is will be revealed soon enough) I thought it would be funny for him to be humiliated in front of Hermione, and have a reason for a full blown argument to arise! Well I hope you enjoyed,

With love,

Hpobsession.