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A/N: I apologize for taking so long to update, but here is a much longer chapter than I normally write. This one is about 2,000 words and I always write around 1,250. So this is a little bit longer. Anyways this chapter is a little boring, but the next one will be better.
Without a Home: Chapter 14
A few hours later, Hermione and Draco found themselves at a muggle shopping center.
"I didn't think that you would want to come here," Hermione said knowing Draco hated anything muggle.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked.
She raised one eyebrow and looked up at him before realizing that Mia did not know that he hated muggles. She might guess that he would, but Mia was not positive. God it was so hard to be two different people. Just to act like someone else all the time and make sure that you let nothing slip. If she did let something slip she might end up on the streets yet again.
"Well… err… I just figured that you probably didn't like muggles", Hermione explained hoping that he would believe that she didn't really know that he was a muggle-hater.
"Well yes I don't like muggles, but that doesn't mean I cannot like their clothes. I mean wizard robes are so much heavier and sometimes you just want to wear something different," He said in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Oh," was all Hermione could say.
She was rather surprised that Draco Malfoy hater of all muggles liked to wear muggle clothing. It just wasn't something she would have guessed. She thought that he would immediately wrinkle his nose up at anything muggle.
"Well come along we can't just stand here all day. You need new clothes desperately. Oh and we need to avoid talking about the magic world as we are in a muggle place," he reminded her.
Hermione followed Draco still lost in her thoughts as they walked into a store. Yet she was immediately knocked back to earth as clothes rained down on her.
"Wha-" Hermione began to say before she saw that it was Draco causing the storm of clothes.
Draco was going from rack to rack and grabbing clothes. He didn't really stop and look at them he just threw them on her. Hermione was beginning to sway with the weight of the clothes on her when he finally stopped throwing clothes on her.
"Okay why don't you go try those on?" He said pointing to the dressing room.
Hermione couldn't see which way he was pointing from the mountain of clothes in her arms. So she started stumbling in the direction she thought he was pointing.
Draco watched as she stumbled like a drunk in the opposite direction of where he was pointing.
"No, no Mia the other way," He raised his arm again to point towards the dressing room.
Hermione turned around and stumbled right into a clothes rack. Her head hit the metal pole from which all the clothes' hangers hung from. She fell backwards her head smacking against the floor. Her arms loosened on the clothes, which caused them to go flying in different directions. Soon clothes were falling down all over the place.
Hermione lifted herself up from the ground with a groan. She rubbed her head were she had hit it and when she removed her hand she saw blood on her fingers. With her fingers she felt a huge gash on her head where she had hit the clothing rack.
"Ew that looks bad," Draco said pointing to her head.
She looked over at Draco who happened to have a pink skirt on his head. The skirt was upside down and looked like a little pink chef's hat. He was looking around at the mess of clothing she had made and he apparently didn't even realize that he had a skirt on his head. Hermione started to laugh at Draco with the skirt on his head. Draco looked at her curiously to see what she was laughing at only to see that she was laughing at him.
"What?" He asked raising one eyebrow.
Hermione watched as that eyebrow disappeared behind the pink fabric of the skirt and started to laugh harder.
"Ha ha you… your head ha ha"
Draco slowly raised his hand up to his head and he pulled the skirt off of his head. He looked at the skirt as a blush spread across his cheeks. Hermione only could laugh as she watched him turn redder and redder.
Hermione stopped laughing as she saw someone come up behind Draco that apparently worked at the store.
"Excuse me what happened here?" She asked surveying the mess of clothes on the floor and the skirt in Draco's hand.
Draco turned around to face the store clerk and he looked around before answering her.
"Oh you see I was just trying on skirts," Draco said so casually that Hermione began to laugh again.
"Don't you just think that this would just look fabulous on me?" Draco asked holding the pink skirt up to his waist.
Hermione started clutching her stomach as tears started streaming down her eyes.
"Out," the clerk pointed to the door.
"Fine," Draco said grabbing Hermione off the floor, "You know just because the skirt looked sexier on me than it would you doesn't mean you need to kick us out."
Draco and Hermione exited the store clutching their stomachs in laughter.
"…That… was great," Hermione gasped trying to breathe.
"Yeah," Draco agreed as he still laughed.
"Can we go find something for my head?" Hermione asked her laughter ceasing.
They walked together in silence leaving time for Hermione to think. She really did enjoy living with Draco. It was so nice that he wasn't being mean to her and treated her like a real person. He didn't call her mud blood anymore which was unbelievably nice.
In a way Mia and Hermione were the same person. They were similar in many ways. Hermione just knew Draco as a bastard who hated muggles and Hermione herself. Mia knew Draco as… well she didn't know him that well. He was a boy who had been through a lot and maybe was bad, but had a good side to him.
A good side? What was Mia doing to her? Draco Malfoy with a good side? The name "Draco" and the word "good" were never even used in the same sentence. Sure he took her in from the streets and that was good, but would he do it again? Would he take in another person if they were in the same situation she had been in? Perhaps he did have a good side to him. Perhaps.
If Hermione from a couple years back knew what she was thinking right now. That Hermione probably would have hung herself. She was so far away from the girl she used to be.
Still she enjoyed Draco's company. She had lived a lonely life on the streets and with him things were beginning to turn around. She still was depressed, but she wasn't feeling as bad as she had felt on the streets. She was becoming a much happier person and she knew that was because of Draco.
"Come on Mia," Draco said grabbing her arm.
He pulled her over to a customer information station inside of the mall. He asked them where he might find a first aid kit. They handed him the white metal box over the counter and he turned around to Hermione and started working on the wound on her head.
She shivered at his touch and looked into his gray eyes. She found them comforting somehow and forgot her pain as she looked into those silver orbs.
"There," he whispered, but she was still staring into his eyes and he found himself unable to look away from her eyes.
Hermione realized that he was done and she stepped back a light blush covering her cheeks. She muttered an apology and looked around for an interesting store to go into. Finding one she started walking towards it with Draco following her from behind.
They walked into the store in silence both lost in their own thoughts. Both were wondering what had happened. They had never stood so close to each other and it made them feel things that they did not want to admit to themselves that they were feeling.
They bought everything it seemed to Hermione: casual clothing, formal clothing, evening dresses, sun dresses, cocktail dresses, pajamas, and even though she was embarrassed about it they bought lingerie for her.
After all the purchases Hermione thought they were done, but Draco was leading her to another store. She groaned in protest. She was tired and she had been shopping for hours. What else could she need? They were both already weighted down with shopping bags.
"Draco what else could we possibly need?" She asked.
"Just one more store, Mia okay?"
She stopped when she saw the store they were about to enter it was full of swimwear. Why did she need swimwear?
"Why are we going in here?" She asked.
"So that we can go to the beach later," he explained to her casually while leading her over to the bikinis.
Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but she remembered that she wasn't Hermione and that she was Mia. Plus she might as well try something new. She had already bought zillions of clothes that Hermione wouldn't wear.
Draco started searching through the bikinis and Hermione just stood behind him watching. She was so tired that she didn't even really care what he picked out. Right now she didn't care if he dressed her up like a Barbie doll. She just wanted to sleep. She started to close her eyes and watched the world get more and more blurry till it was gone. Hidden from her behind her eyelids.
"Here you go this will work," Draco said thrusting a bikini at her.
She woke up to look at the bikini. It was black and silver with a string top and a flounce skirt for the bottoms. After she had looked at it for a minute Draco grabbed it and ran off to pay for it.
She went over to the exit and waited for him and as he walked over to her he handed over a potion bottle that she recognized a pepper-up potion.
"It is a pepper-up potion and it will give you more energy," He explained to her.
She already knew what it was, but she knew to act like she didn't know what it was as Mia wouldn't know what it was.
She gulped down the red sticky substance and tried not to spit it back out into the bottle. Why did all potions have to taste so horrid? She felt energy run through her veins as she consumed the bottle drinking it all down to the last drop.
As she lowered the bottle she saw two people she knew very well. Both were arguing about something. One was about 6'1 and had messy jet-black hair, green eyes, a pair of glasses, and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. The other was about 6'2 ½, had red hair, and lots of freckles.
Hermione's eyes widened to the size of quarters as she saw that it was two of her old best friends. Harry Potter and Ron Weasly. She couldn't let them see her. If they did they would probably recognize her and then Draco would recognize her. Oh it would be so horrible. Hermione started to panic. What was she going to do?
They had stopped arguing and were about to turn around. If they turned around they would see her. Hermione cringed and prepared for the worst.