Borrowed Hearts
Summary: 'You know how you like to make up stories sometimes honey? Well this is going to be just like that. We're going to pretend for a little while.'
Based on the Christmas movie by the same name.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own the rights to neither the Harry Potter books nor the movie Borrowed Hearts
Author's Note: Alright, we're back with another chapter. I go back to college in two weeks so I'm working really hard to try and get this story up before I leave. Otherwise I'll get busy with work again and it will never get done. A special thanks to all my reader out there, particularly those who are reviewing! Reviews make me so happy so I really appreciate it. I hope you all enjoy this next chapter. I'll try to have chapter 9 up within a few days. Until then, read and review please!
Chapter 8: Sleeping Arrangements
Soon after Hermione took Josie up to bed, Blaise said goodnight as well and flooed home. Draco saw him to the fireplace before leading Del Campo upstairs.
At the top of the landing the door stood open to Draco's library. Del Campo paused at the doorway as they passed and peered inside almost eagerly.
"My, what an impressive collection you have, Señor!" Del Campo commented as he surveyed the many bookshelves lining the walls.
"Thank you," Draco said proudly. "By all means browse if you wish. Take a book to bed with you to read."
Del Campo smiled graciously at Draco. "Why, thank you. I believe I will."
He turned his attention to the nearest bookshelf and began browsing. Draco turned and headed to his own master suite just across the hall from the library.
"Goodnight Josie."
Hermione closed the door to Josie's room behind her as she left and headed for her own private room at the end of the hall. She spotted Draco standing in the hall and waved at him quickly before catching herself. Draco nodded his head in return.
Suddenly, he realized just where Hermione was headed. Dashing down the hall he pulled her backwards and steered her toward the door to his own master bedroom, just as Del Campo turned around once more.
"Goodnight sir," Draco called out as he closed the door behind himself and Hermione. Inside the room, he leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Smooth," Hermione said with a smile.
Draco turned to look at her. "Yes well, Del Campo was watching. What would he have thought if he saw 'Mrs. Malfoy' heading to a guest room for the night?"
The two stood there silently for a minute, Draco still at the door while Hermione fidgeted anxiously in the middle of the room.
"Um… Can I go to my room now?" she asked finally.
"Yeah… Sure." Draco stepped aside to allow her to pass.
"Thanks," Hermione smiled. "Goodnight." She opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
Five seconds later she was back. "He's still there."
Draco sighed and pushed past her to peer out the door. Sure enough, Del Campo sat in one of the library's arm chairs near the door, reading a rather large book. Apparently he had decided to read in the library instead of retiring to his own room with it, a fact which Draco would have had no problem with if it weren't for the fact that he had left the library doors wide open, allowing Del Campo the perfect view of who came and left Draco's suite.
"It's fine," Draco breathed as he shut the door. "He'll be going to bed soon anyway. We just have to wait."
Del Campo, however, did not go to bed soon. Half an hour later he sat in the same arm chair, continuing to read diligently.
"Not so much as a yawn!" Draco said indignantly.
Hermione sighed from her seat on the sofa located in Draco's room. "You just had to put up wards so you can't disapparate on the grounds didn't you?" she muttered.
"Well excuse me from not wanting to be caught off guard by some attacker in the middle of the night!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Right… So now what?" she asked, fighting back a yawn.
Draco turned to peer out the door once more. Del Campo was still there.
"Would you go to bed already," Draco muttered. Del Campo turned toward the door as if hearing him, causing Draco to promptly shut the door.
Draco sighed. "Well Granger, looks like we'll be spending the night together."
"Excuse me?!" Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked at Draco threateningly.
"Relax! I'll sleep on the couch," he reassured her.
Hermione shook her head. "I don't think so."
"What? You want the couch? Fine," Draco said with a shrug. "But trust me, the beds a lot more comfortable."
Hermione shot him a look. "There is no way I'm sleeping in the same room as you!"
"Come now, Granger! We're both adults. Surely you can sleep in the same room with a member of the opposite sex by now." Draco smirked at her.
"Don't be a prat Malfoy!" Hermione glared at him angrily. "What if Josie comes in here in the middle of the night and finds us together?"
Draco shrugged. "And?"
"And…" Hermione continued. "If that happens you'll wish you never had a family! Rented or otherwise!"
"Fine!" Draco replied shortly. "And just where do you propose I sleep?"
Hermione looked around before pointing to a door at the other end of the bedroom.
"You want me to sleep in the closet?!" Draco cried incredulously.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly Malfoy! Don't be so melodramatic! It's almost as large as the bedroom itself!"
"You sleep in there then and I'll take the bed!" protested Draco.
"Oh no! This is your hair brained scheme… You sleep on the floor!" she insisted fiercely.
"Fine! Just fine!" Draco fumed, storming across the room and toward the closet. "Can I at least have my pillow then?"
Hermione turned and grabbed one of the many pillows from atop the bed. She handing it to Draco who continued to look at her darkly.
"That's not my pillow," he said crossly. He went back over toward the bed and grabbed a different pillow from the pile. "This is my pillow."
He took it and strode back across the room and into the closet. Hermione followed close behind him, watching silently as Draco performed an enlarging charm to make one of his cloaks big enough for him to use as a blanket for the night.
"What now?" he asked angrily as he glanced up to see Hermione in the doorway.
"I need something to sleep in…" Hermione replied, indicating the dress she had worn to dinner.
Draco pulled out a large Quidditch shirt from one of the drawers and threw it to her.
"Thanks." Hermione smiled slightly as she left the room. "Goodnight."
Draco muttered something under his breath as she left the room before he settled down on the floor for a long night's rest.
Down the hall, Josie pulled out a folded photo from under her pillow and stared at it happily.
"Goodnight Daddy! I know you'll be here soon!"
She kissed the picture before placing it back underneath her pillow and snuggling in tighter underneath the covers.
"Goodnight Mr. Del Campo," she whispered.
Author's Note #2: So… any care to guess as to who Josie's father is? Anyone? Anyone? (More importantly, can anyone guess where that lines from?) Press the button to review please!