It took Hermione some time to fully open her eyes and take in her sunlit surroundings. She recalled last night's events and fury started to slowly crawl over her. She got off the bed, it took her a moment to balance herself on uncooperative legs. She scanned the room, looking for her clothes until she found them piled on the floor. She picked them up hastily trying to ignore the grey t-shirt that lay next to them.
As she headed to the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror that sat in a corner of the room. She stepped closer to the mirror and studied her reflection. Her hair was flying everywhere and she realized it was the first time for her to let it down in a long while. She usually wore it in a pony tail, a bun or at very rare occasions when she had time, she braided it. Anything that stopped it from looking the way it looked now was good enough for her.
She bit her lower lip inattentively but instantly winced and let go of it. She raised her hand and traced her lips with her fingers, inspecting them for any possible bruises but they were only too tender. The only bruises on her were the ones Malfoy's fingers had left on her thighs. Hermione angled her leg slightly to get a better look at them. It felt like she was marked by Malfoy and it enraged her more than anything that happened last night.
She took a long shower, before trying to tame her hair as much as possible. She put on her crumpled shirt and let out a deep groan of annoyance when she smelled Malfoy's scent on it, her jeans followed. She went out of the bathroom and picked up the shoes and t-shirt he had carelessly scattered allover the floor. Not bothering to find her own shoes, Hermione descended the stairs barefoot.
She found him in the dinning room, having breakfast so calmly like he didn't have a care in the world. He looked up at her and smiled "Good morni..." he started to say, but was interrupted by one of his shoes flying at him. He ducked his head and the shoe flew right above it. He stood up wide-eyed with shock and Hermione threw the other shoe at him, he moved out of its way and it missed him by a few inches.
He was walking towards Hermione as she was stomping towards him. She threw the t-shirt at his face and he caught it only to throw it away again.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he hissed at her.
"Me!" she scoffed "I should be the one who's asking that question, Malfoy." she glared at him.
"Nothing's wrong with me. At least nothing was, a minute ago!" he stared at her incredelously. "What's your problem?" he asked.
"My problem can be summed up in 'you'. What do you think you're doing?" Hermione fumed at him.
"I really wasn't doing anything. I didn't know the fact that I was peacefully having breakfast could upset you so much." his brows drew together in confusion.
"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it." she narrowed her eyes on him.
"Then I have no idea what you're talking about." he shrugged.
"Care to explain what happened last night?" Hermione demanded.
A knowing gleam flashed through his eyes briefly before he spoke "Last night was pretty eventful, be specific." he feigned innocence.
"Malfoy stop playing games!" she barked at him. "I'm talking about your...your...your molestation." she stammered.
"My what?" Draco gave a short harsh laugh. "My molestation?" he grabbed Hermione's arm and slammed her against him. She tried to free her arm from his grip and when she failed she punched his shoulder with all the force in her.
"Let go of me." she ordered.
"No, no_" he shook his head "_let's first recount the molestation part." his voice was laced in cold fury.
"If my memory doesn't betray me, you seemed to thoroughly enjoy it." he smiled cruelly at her.
"Shut up." Hermione glared at him
"However, my favorite part was where you molested me back." he smirked at her.
"Malfoy I swear if you don't shut up..." she started to say before he interrupted her.
"Because, you see, I'm pretty sure the hand snaking beneath my t-shirt wasn't mine." he raised a mocking eyebrow at her.
"My arm" Hermione winced and Draco realized he was tightening his grip on her arm, when he heard her pained voice he instantly let go of it.
"So don't you dare pretend that you were forced at any point of this." the sarcasm in his voice was gone, replaced with cold seriousness. He turned around and left the room, Hermione followed expecting him to climb the stairs back to his room, but instead he was walking towards the manor's door.
"Where are you going?" She asked
"I happen to have a job." Draco remarked dryly "Let's hope I don't molest any of the women I work with." he twisted his mouth in disgust.
"I still haven't finished talking to you." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest.
"Too bad; I don't think I'd fancy talking to you anytime soon." he dismissed her then walked out of the door before she had a chance to say anything else.
Hermione retired to Malfoy's room, having absolutely nothing else to do, she spent her time over-thinking the matters. So maybe calling what happened last night molestation wasn't exactly accurate. She cursed herself for letting Malfoy digress their conversation from the main subject which was why he did it into what it should be called.
She needed to make some rules and make them clear for him. It was not going to be the most comfortable conversation for her but they had to have it sooner or later. Barely two hours had passed when she heard Malfoy's voice downstairs. She opened the door and poked her head out to listen, he seemed to be talking to one of the house elves, when she was sure nobody was with him she went downstairs.
"You have the most luxurious job ever! It had been less than two hours and you're already back." Hermione mused
"Actually I came back early for you. I realized you're not familiar with the manor yet and being confined to one room can be very boring." he said
"How considerate of you!" she exclaimed with fake surprise.
"I know, right! Molesting women by night, caring for their welfare by day. Such a contradictory character, don't you think?" he smirked at her.
"You are a very contradictory character." Hermione confirmed matter-of-factly
"Let me show you around." he offered, ignoring her last remark.
Hermione followed Malfoy as he showed her room after room, explaining the function of each one. Too many rooms for such a small family, she thought.
"This room is my mother's." he said as he stood in front of the closed door. "She keeps it closed and I'd like to keep it that way." he added.
"Where is she?" Hermione asked as she realized she knew nothing about his parents who seemed to no longer inhabit the manor.
"She's living in another house, a smaller one. In the outskirts of London." he informed "She lived with me for a while after my father's death but..I think she couldn't put up with staying here anymore. I visit her regularly."
"Your father died?" Hermione frowned "How?" she asked.
"Shortly after the war he was sent on a mission that he never came back from." Draco replied nodded silently in response, she knew she should've said something about being sorry for his loss but she couldn't bring herself to feel any sorrow over Lucius Malfoy.
After a couple of other bedrooms including the one Malfoy currently occupied, they reached his original bedroom.
"And finally this is my bedroom, at least it used to be." he said.
"You can have it back, I can stay in any other room." Hermione offered.
"No, it's okay." he shrugged. "I could've suggested sharing it but my position as an established molester could be an obstacle." he smirked at her.
"Will you stop bringing that up!" Hermione huffed in frustration.
"No." he replied simply. "Anyway, there's something for you in there." he nodded at the bedroom door. Hermione looked at him in confusion for a minute before opening the door to find several bags on the bed.
"What are these?" she asked.
"Some clothes for you, your shirt looks like it had seen better days." he glanced over the creased shirt.
"That's because you carelessly threw it on the floor like it was some rag." Hermione scowled at him.
"Oh you mean after I unbuttoned it and you took it off?" he raised his eyebrow at her "You didn't look coerced to me when you did that." he twisted his mouth sardonically.
Hermione glared at him before turning around and opening the bags one by one, checking their contents. A frown drew her brows together and it deepened with every bag she opened. She displayed some of the items on the bed, her eyes traveling between them and Malfoy who stood watching her with a blank expression on his face, his arms crossed over his chest.
"These are all men's clothes!" Hermione noted in confusion.
"Well, I thought you were dressed as one." he studdied her briefly rom head to toe "Plus, it's to keep you safe from any future molestation attempts on my side. " he grinned at her impishly before turning around and leaving the room.