Chapter Four.
Draco was momentarily confused on why his blanket didn't feel like silk but like cotton, or why the bed was smaller than normal and not the monstrous super king size, why a house elf wasn't shaking him awake but the light from the window waking him, why he didn't hear Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson banging around his kitchen but heard only silence, and why the wall's weren't light white but dark blue.
Then the events of yesterday rushed past and he remembered he was in Granger's house, where the blankets were made of cotton, the bed was queen sized, were there were no house-elf's, why there was silence instead of two ex-Slytherins making as much ruckus as possible as usual on Sunday mornings, and why the wall's were a navy blue instead of a neutral white.
He then remembered the naughty thoughts that had gone threw Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes head last night. Getting out of bed he smirked while pulling out clothes for a shower, not that he blamed the girl for having such fantasies. His years of playing Quidditch obviously showed. With that thought in mind he pulled out a fitted green pressed button up shirt that showed off his muscles and headed towards the bathroom. If he was stuck in the mudblood's house then he might as well have some fun.
Hermione woke to the sound of water rushing through her pipes. Vaguely she wondered why that would be at only six o'clock on a Sunday morning. She heard whistling and sat straight up, wand at the ready. Slipping out of bed she opened the door and stepped cautiously into the hallway inching towards the bathroom door were steam was slowly rolling out from underneath.
She reached out to the handle and slowly pushed the door open; she jumped in, wand pointed at…oops.
Looks like I won't need the shirt after all.
He coughed to get her attention; it wasn't till her eyes snapped up to his that a deep red spread across her face.
"I know I'm extraordinarily handsome Granger but it's not nice to stare you know." He drawled enjoying the blush that was getting darker by the second.
"I-I, I forgot…, that you were…," Hermione's voice trailed off as she tried her best to keep her eyes away from his toned abs and… other things.
An awkward silence fell while Hermione surveyed her bathroom and Draco watched her in amusement.
Finally he broke the silence, "Well what are you waiting for? Would you like to get in with me or are going to go take a shower in your own bathroom?" he smirked as the blush regained some of the color that it had lost in the silence.
Hermione glared at him but backed out and slammed the door. She heard him chuckle as she embarrassingly stomped into her room and slammed her own door in a childish manner.
Draco was in a very good mood all morning as a result of the hilarious early morning events.
Hermione was in a very bad mood all morning as a result of the embarrassing early morning events.
The breakfast, newspaper reading, and staring at walls was spent in silence till around eleven when, despite her still current embracement, she broke the silence.
"What are we doing today?" She asked coldly.
"Thought you'd never ask," he said cheerfully tossing his own Prophet aside. "Where going to Diagon Alley to get you clothes, jewellery and all that jazz."
"All that jazz?" Hermione asked smirking, "Isn't that a Muggle expression?"
"Just get your shoes on Granger," he sneered.
The rest of that day was a living hell; they both drank polyjuice potion and then shopped in every expensive wizarding clothing, jewellery, and shoe shop in all of London.
By six o'clock Hermione was exhausted as she flopped down on her bed, bags all around. Draco had insisted on her buying new clothes so that she 'looked like a women he would date' and that meant the most expensive and newest exports on the face of the entire green earth.
"Granger, we're going to a fancy Italian restaurant in one hour, so be ready." Draco shouted from his room.
"NO! After the living hell I went through today and having to spend every minute with you I'm am not going out again!" Hermione yelled in deep frustration, she hated shopping for clothes as it was; it was ten times worse when you were doing it with Draco Malfoy.
"Come, come, Granger, your not angry with me are you?" Draco drawled coming into her room with out asking.
"Get out, Malfoy," Hermione sighed not in the mood for another argument.
"If it helps, Blaise and Luna will be joining us."
Hermione sighed, "Fine, fine, I'm getting ready," Hermione got up and with a wave her wand all the clothes put themselves away.
"Clever," Draco said impressed as the drawers closed and closet door shut.
"Was that just a compliment?" Hermione smirked.
"No," he sneered, "I was…, complimenting the person who created the spell, not you."
"Whatever Malfoy, just get out," As he stepped out she said, "And I'll tell Ginny you think her spell is clever."
Laughing she shut the door in his scowling face and turned to get ready.
An hour later she was in a black knee length dress, black coloured high heels, and a necklace pendant hanging on her neck.
"Not half bad," Draco smirked as she came into the living room.
Hermione just scowled.
"Can we go now?" she asked annoyance clear in her voice.
"Go get the black faux fur coat on, so no one recognizes you then we'll be ready," he said.
Five minutes later they were out side the restaurant Locanda Locatelli.
Hermione kept her hood up as the waiter tripped over himself to escort Malfoy to a table where Blaise and Luna were already seated.
"If it isn't the dragon and his lioness. Have a fun day?" Blaise inquired as they slid into the half circle seat at the very back of the restaurant.
"I'm not sure what was more fun, this morning or the shopping." Draco smirked pecking Luna on the cheek.
Hermione scowled and removed her coat but didn't clarify and instead ignored the curious looks of the Zabinis.
They made pleasant talk and when the food arrived it was delicious. After two hours, Hermione and Luna were slightly tipsy. The good thing about wizarding alcohol is you can drink it when you're pregnant and nothing will happen to the baby. You'll feel pretty bad in the morning, worse then a hangover-more like you have the stomach flu- but the baby will be complete unharmed because of your own blood shielding the growing foetus from the poison.
Hermione stumbled to her bed once she got home, with the help of Draco, she didn't even get into pyjamas before falling asleep.
Shaking his head he left for his own room, being more sober then Hermione, he was able to remember to change clothes, he was however still under the influence, if only slightly, and he forgot to close the bedroom door as he turned to lights out with his wand. Oh, how he didn't know what a mistake that was.
Ooooay, so it's a bit late. I'm very sorry guys, my bad. Next chapter will be up Sunday, don't for get to send a big thanks to the one and only Zzzooe.