Hermione opened her eyes drowsily. Soft morning rays gently filtered in from her window, giving the room a more cheerful look than the previous night. She stretched luxuriously, giving a contented yawn.

At the foot of her bed, a furry ginger ball bristled its fur slightly before returning to its contented slumber. Hermione frowned slightly. She'd left Crookshanks at Ron's; how had he gotten here?

She froze when she saw the tall figure in the doorway staring back at her. Malfoy was leaning against the doorframe, his hands resting casually in his pockets as he gazed insolently at the young woman covered only by a thin bedsheet.

Hermione looked down, blushing furiously at the transparency of her sheet and the obvious nakedness that lay underneath. To her shame, a feeling of embarrassment and helplessness rushed through her. She turned her head away from Malfoy's penetrating gaze, afraid of what she would see if she looked into his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded hotly. "Get out!"

Malfoy eyed her thoughtfully before slowly walking towards her. Hermione shrank back against her pillows but Malfoy just sat down on the chair that stood beside her bed.

"Do you know where you are?" He asked Hermione, his eyes resting on her stubbornly downturned face.

"Probably in one of your illicit underground hideouts." She replied scornfully, a knot of panic beginning to form inside her stomach. She sensed his anger before she felt it; hard fingers grasped her chin, turning her face to his.

"Look at me." He commanded softly, meeting her wary brown eyes with his steely ones. Instantly, Hermione felt something unfamiliar stir in her stomach. She stared, noting his handsome features and the way that his body seemed to crowd hers. In his face, she read determination and coolness, no trace of warmth gazing back at her, just a stare that seemed to burn a hole through her entire being.

"The apartment that you've bought is one of mine." he said, still watching her. Hermione jerked back, appalled.

"You're saying that you own this building?!" He shook his head.

"I own the whole street."

"Oh", She replied weakly.

"I came over two nights ago to welcome the new tenant who had been so eager to buy an apartment," Malfoy said dispassionately. "But when no one answered the door, I entered and saw you looking half dead on the ground." Hermione was flushed to her roots and started to speak but he held up his hand before she could say anything.

"I didn't touch you any more than was necessary. You were picking up a fever so I stripped you down and put you into bed." He continued, almost distastefully.

"Oh God," she groaned, covering her face with her hands.

"You're not the first woman who I've put to bed," said the voice above her, with a trace of amusement.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" She demanded, glaring at him. "Usually a man like you wouldn't hesitate to take advanta-"

"You don't appeal to me and neither does necrophilia," He interrupted coldly before checking his watch and standing up. "I'm late for a meeting. Stay in bed until I get back and don't do anything too stressful." He waved his wand and a tray laden with hot biscuits and tea zoomed in, landing with a soft thump on Hermione's lap.

"Hold on a second," she stammered.

Malfoy turned impatiently, his expression sardonic.

"I appreciate all that you've done for me but I can manage on my own now." She said, attempting to get up. However, before she could do so, she was racked by a bout of coughing. Malfoy cursed, before striding over and sitting beside her, his hand rubbing gentle circles on her back. He stayed with her until the coughing subsided.

"You little fool," he growled, pushing a stray curl away from her face. "Why can't you just accept that you need help!"

Hermione shivered, the events of the last week rushing back to her.

"Ron," she whimpered, the sudden urge to run back to him coursing through her veins. Malfoy sprang off the bed, his eyes alight with fury. His hand tugged at the back of Hermione's curls, forcing her head back to meet his angry expression.

"You don't mention his name in my presence, do you understand?" He bit out. She glared up at him, angry tears glistening in her eyes.

"I'll say his name whenever I damn please!" She cringed at the violence in his face. His hand clenched into a fist before he turned away suddenly and CRACK! He had Apparated to God knew where.

Hermione slowly settled back against the pillows before taking her little teacup into her hands. She sat, brooding. She hadn't seen Malfoy in years and then suddenly he seemed to appear almost continuously in her life. This was no coincidence; he wanted something from her and he was going to get it. She sighed and was suddenly assailed by a wave of dizziness.

Hahaha, I'm so sorry to the maybe five people who were invested in this story: I definitely ditched it on purpose because I may or may not have been failing school but I am restarting it if any of you want to stay along for the nonsensical, very implausible ride Cheers!