Hermione's days passed in much the same way: get up and eat breakfast in bed, strength training with Madam Pomfrey, homework, then more strength train with Pomfrey then take a bath and go to bed. The joys of being mechanical. She only got herself through it by remembering Draco would be there, at night reading to her while she took a bath to ease her poor aching muscles.
Hermione stared at the ceiling. For all it was a ceiling, it wasn't bad. I don't want to do the same thing day after day. I'll just look at the ceiling, thank you very much. Hermione made little people in the ceiling and had just started on their back stories when Madam Pomfrey interrupted.
"Hermione?" Madam Pomfrey sounded worried. She did, after all, fall down half an hour ago and had yet to even attempt to get up. Staring at the ceiling for 30 minutes wasn't something healthy people did.
Great, worried teacher, guilt trip anyone? She lifted her head to look at Madam Pomfrey "yes Madam?" Madam Pomfrey smiled something that drove Hermione crazy, "I've got great news!"
She waited for Hermione to ask what it was, but when it was not forthcoming she burst out, "Dumbledore said you could start normal classes again! You won't have to stay in the hospital wing either, isn't it great?" Hermione let her head fall back with a thud. Classes! A normal bed. God, I love life!
Without thinking Hermione pushed herself up onto her elbows and levered herself up from there. She stood wobbling for a second before walking across the room to her desk. Hermione was unaware that was not only the first time she had gotten up by herself but also the first time she had smiled since finding out she had metal joints.
Her sessions had been doing wonders helping her walk and run. Unfortunately she still had problems putting weight on her joints after a rest, until very recently. Madam Pomfrey smiled secretly to herself.
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Draco walked in to see Madam Pomfrey sitting in a chair beside Hermione's bed, watching her pack. Hermione was smiling. Draco wanted to stand there and bask in the brightness of her smile but decided it would look dorky.
"So I take it you got the good news?" He had snuck up behind her and asked.
Hermione jerked but withheld the glare, "yes I did"
"Should be interesting, you two living together." Madam Pomfrey commented from her chair. Draco whirled around, "Together?"
A look of annoyance passed over her face. "Yes, together! How else are you supposed to help her!?!" Draco grinned sheepishly and turned back to Hermione, "Here that 'Mione? We get to live together."
Hermione feinted indifference "I'm locking my door."
Draco sneered and leaned over to grab a pair of panties she had been packing. "These look familiar." And to Draco's surprise, they truly did, she had been wearing them the night of the party.
Hermione snatched them back, her face red. "No they don't"
Draco help pack the rest of her stuff, all the while making Hermione blush. After, he carried all her stuff to their new rooms. Not that he was being nice; he just wanted to carry her underwear, therefore eliminating any chance of damage or loss.
Setting down her crap he inspected his new domain. The common room was decorated in gold and silver. Draco mentally ewwwed before his Malfoy training could stop him. Malfoy's don't ewww.
There were two big couches facing each other at an angle in the right corner. The rest of the room had a smattering of love sofas and other small couches. Not a single chair in sight. He could have fun with this room. Besides the obvious uses for the love sofas.
Grinning he looked at the two doors coming off the common room. The door on the right had a silver name plate that read his name, the other was gold and read Hermione's name. Draco struggled for a moment (if that) before he smirked and walked to Hermione's door.
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Hermione was pissed off. Who the hell thought it was a good idea to give her a tower room? She'd like to talk to that person please. Though that person may not want to hear what Hermione planned on telling them.
However, when she got to the top and found the door to her room open she considered herself a little more that pissed off. Hermione marched over to her room, prepared to give Draco the scolding of his life.
Seeing him asleep on her bed though, changed her battle plan drastically. She still planned on scolding him, but why couldn't she turn his game back on him?
Hermione sauntered up to the sleeping Draco. Sleeping beauty couldn't see the saunter, but Hermione could. Reaching the bed she crawled on top of Sleeping Beauty, a not so easy task. God, did he have to sprawl?
Finally she was settled over him, nearly sitting on his stomach and her hands by his head. Taking a deep breath she lowered her lips to his. At first she only brushed her mouth against his but the more she kissed him the bolder she got. Soon she was running her hands over his chest and her tongue was playing with his in their mouths.
Hermione could feel him wake up And leaned over seductively to whisper in his ear: "sleeping beauty has finally woken, now, get out of my room"
She rolled off him so he could do just that but he seemed to have other plans. He pulled her under him while rolling over onto his stomach; resulting in Hermione being pinned under a very unhappy looking Draco.
She had enough time to regret pissing him off before his mouth covered hers. Hermione's mouth got around. She didn't have a virgin mouth but the things Draco was doing with his tongue amazed her.
When the kiss ended Hermione was left dazed and lost.
Draco grinned sardonically "Don't toy with me Hermione, you might not like what happens." With that he left her, on her bed, holding her lips, to ponder what had happened. This is to say, wonder how that plan could have possibly backfired.
Hermione didn't care about what had just happened. Well she did, but she had a more pressing concern: what the hell had happened to her hate for the blonde boy? It just up and disappeared, that's what happened 'Mione.
Her day brighten considerable when she remembered they would be serving breakfast soon in the great hall. She wondered around her room for an hour before she could go and knock on his door. Don't worry 'Mione he's probably too mad to even open-Her though was cut off by Draco opening the door.
Why couldn't he be predictable like every other human? Hermione was more surprised by what he was wearing when he did open the door thought. Green silk boxers. No whitey-tighties for the ice prince "What you just going to stand there and look at me?" he was smirking, again. Someone had gotten over their little hissy fit.
"I want to eat breakfast in the great hall." Hermione felt brave for saying it but stupid for actually meaning it. It was a good idea but when she actually got there she would probably chicken out.
The smirk fell to the floor with a thud. "Hermione…" He gestured her inside, "You sure?" She nodded, watching him put on some faded jeans and a tight black sleeveless shirt on.
Heading out of the common room he stopped. "Where will we sit?"
She hadn't thought of that. If they sat at the Gryffindor Draco would be hated despised and generally disliked by Gyffindor's and Slytherin's alike. The same would happen if Hermione sat at the Slytherin table.
They answered in unison, "Ravenclaw!" Since they were the head boy and girl they could sit anywhere they felt like, including the teachers table…sometimes. Not many head boy or head girls wanted to sit with teachers even if they could.
They were grinning when they got to the towers stairs. That was quickly changed. Hermione almost fell down the first step, tripped over the second, slid off the third, stubbed her toe on the fourth, almost ran into the wall on the fifth, probably did twist Draco's ankle on the sixth, and was carried down the remaining steps.
Most of their breakfast was normal. Any snickers that arose from Hermione tripping over nothing were silenced by Draco's gaze. Draco's glare however could not stop the newly formed rumors of the Ice prince and the Bookie together.
Hermione ate without a care in the world. She's so adorable when she's ignoring people. Draco glanced around to see several people quickly look away or suspiciously studying the same spot on the table. He turned away to watch Hermione ignore them, which wouldn't have been fun with anyone else, but Hermione did this cut little sniff thing.
"Excuse me." Oh yeah, teachers. He had forgotten about them, them and their dislike of, well, everything he liked.
He looked up at their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She was by no means a normal teacher. Her hair was hot pink and in spikes all over her head. She had on a checkered robe with a polka doted undershirt and stripped cargo pants. And even more, she was wearing a camouflage bandana with a matching belt. But the most abnormal thing about her was: she was hot. Like, since when are teachers hot?
"Yes Miss Carson?" Draco couldn't help but pour on some charm; you could always try, right?
Her eyes twinkled but her voice was firm. "Take it somewhere else Malfoy." Her voice softened "and don't call me by my last name, gives me the heeby jeebies. Call me Char."
First name? Had they ever done that before? Draco was pretty sure he had never been allowed to do that before. Hermione was oblivious to the miracle happening right beside her.
"I wasn't doing anything!" Draco didn't put much effort into his protest, what could she say? He was looking at her wrong! Yeah right.
"I saw the way you were looking at her. You two start normal classes tomorrow right? If I see you doing that in my class you'll be cleaning out the showers, with the cold water on." Char grinned but despite the grin is was glaringly clear she wasn't playing around.
Draco believed her. "Charming, can's see why you're not dating."
He felt Hermione's elbow in his ribs. Who cares, let's all say it together, what would she say? Char grinned like she knew something he didn't (hello? a Teacher!).
"Who says I'm not?" Char seemed genuinely curious, which made Hermione genuinely curious.
Draco shrugged "School gossip."
She leaned close, Hermione leaned close, and Draco leaned back. "Well, I am dating someone," she winked and walked off.
Hermione and Draco were getting up to walk around the castle when they saw Harry and Ron walking towards them.
"Great" Draco would have kept the loathing out of his voice, except, well, he didn't want to.
Hermione shot Draco a glare before turning to smile at them. Hermione was surprised to see both Harry and Ron glaring at Draco. She had forgotten in the last few days to hate him. She felt anger bubble up in her. These two called themselves her friends but their worst enemy was the one carrying her down the stairs?
Where the hell had they been? Harry and Ron had no idea what was going to happen when they walked up and sneeringly asked what she was doing with him?
"What am I doing with him?" Hermione felt the anger rise to the surface and did nothing to stop it. "Where the hell were you? I was stuck in the hospital wing. I needed you" she turned to include Ron in it "both of you, but you weren't there so I took the help I could get, from Draco."
Draco bowed elegantly when he was mentioned but decided not to intervene.
Harry looked indignant, "I'm here now, besides you couldn't expect us to put our lives on hold to sit beside you bed, could you? We had things to do!"
"Well you can do them without me." She felt the tears coming; the anger had left her, leaving her cold and empty.
"Hermione we're in the same house, you can't stay away from us for long." Harry was trying to be logical but it just made Draco snigger, which made Harry and Ron glare.
A dangerous glitter lit Hermione's eyes and her chin jut out. "we'll see about that!"
Draco and 2/3 of the golden trio rushed after Hermione as she marched up the teachers table. Dumbledore seemed surprised at having an angry Hermione, a pleased Draco and an indignant Harry and Ron standing in front of him, mid-breakfast.
"Can I help you?" Draco didn't even know why the headmaster asked, a formality he guessed.
"Yes you can. I'd like to be moved to Slytherin." Hermione said it to the headmaster, but she was glaring at the remainder of the golden trio.
Harry and Ron openly gaped at her, Draco didn't; he wasn't raised that way.
Does he always have to be so damn unshakable? I'll trip on him or something later. Hermione couldn't help the random thought from injecting itself in her head.
"My dear Hermione, I'd have to say that's up to the sorting hat, come to my office tomorrow and we'll see if you could get along in Slytherin." Dumbledore looked like a kid in the candy shop, Draco didn't know if it was caused by the sorting hat or the unfolding drama.
Hermione whirled away to grin at Harry and Ron in triumph. "Don't ever tell me what I can and can't do again."
Draco ruined her moment by picking her up from behind and carrying her out of the great hall. This place was going to be rumor heaven in a few hours. Of course Draco didn't care, he'd probably like it.
"What the hell do you think where doing!?!" He was walking, talking and carrying a person. Where did he learn to be such a multi-tasker?
"What do you mean what was I doing? I was trying to change the house I'm in." Hermione was pretty sure that part was obvious.
Draco stopped to stare at her. "Do you really think you'd be able to fit in?" He laughed, setting her down in an empty corridor. "Of course they'd welcome an ex-golden trio member with open arms!" Draco's eyes were empty pools of ice, proof of the attitude one needed to by in Slytherin.
Hermione looked at the floor. She refused to cry in front of the pureblood bastard, "I thought you could teach me to be like them." Hermione whispered it to the floor. Stupid, she told herself, to trust him that way.
Draco crouched down next to her and, his finger under her chin; lifted her eyes to his. "Who said I would? I'm not that nice Hermione." She couldn't keep them in anymore. The tears slowly trickled down her face.
Draco smile and kissed them away, "I'll help you, but you've got to remember, you will not only be the new girl but an ex golden girl and I will still be the Ice prince."
She nodded dimly and felt him yet again pick her up and take her to their rooms. Her heart was still throbbing from the revelation that Draco didn't really feel the same way Hermione felt about him.
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When Hermione woke up it was dark and she was on one of the many couches in the common room. She was still in yesterdays cloths. He'll try and take advantage of me when I'm sick but not when I'm emotionally unstable? Freakish, very freakish. Hermione shook her head at the whirling eddies of Draco's logic.
She yawned and got and stared towards her room when she heard a noise. "Draco?" She searched around the room till she found him asleep in a green sofa. Figures. "Draco! Draco wake up, we've got classes tomorrow!"
Draco grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down with him, "If we've got classes tomorrow shouldn't you be telling me to go to bed?" His voice was heavy with sleep. Hermione could tell he had no intention of getting up.
Hermione made no reply and soon she felt his breathing slow and his arms relax and she knew he was asleep. "Draco I think I love you." She said it to the cold night air, as if the stars would help him love her back if they heard. Draco smiled.