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"What's that?" Malfoy asked, pointing to the square item on my nightstand. I laughed. it was almost noon, Day Four, and I'd realized Malfoy wasn't that bad to be around after all. We seemed to have fun this morning doing laundry and I had called Ginny's name in the mirror several times, but was worried, for she was never there.
"It's a radio!" I said, and I turned the knob, increasing the volume, and the song I'd heard before by a Muggle band began to play called "My Immortal." I sighed, closing my eyes. I had heard it several times that summer, and it was so peaceful and sad. I opened my eyes to see Malfoy staring incuriously at me in my reverie.
"What? You don't like Muggle music?" I asked, basically growing up around it before I went to Hogwarts and even after over the summer.
"Well, that song is ghastly." he shivered.
"Funny you should mention that, the song's about-"
"Creepy song, turn it off!" he exclaimed. I gave him a scolding look.
"It is not creepy! Do you even like music? Or know anything about it?" I inquired.
"Yes..I....erm..do listen to all the cool bands." I snickered at Malfoy's attempt to know what he was talking about.
"You sound like an elderly man! But to prove yourself, which one?"
"Um, oh, The Weird Sisters. You know, those girls who wear a lot of makeup." he said, positive he knew what he was talking about. I snickered again.
"The Weird Sisters are guys!" I exclaimed, not being able to contain my giggles.
"That's what I meant," he glanced around. "The chaps who wear-anyways....." I laughed again at his horrible attempt to also cover up his blunder.
Realization dawned on his face."Ah, right, that's what I wanted to ask. Claire, would you like to...borrow some of my Mum's old clothes? I'm sure you'll fit, you're quite slim." I shrugged. The maid outfit was getting a little ratty and smelled bad, no matter how many times I've showered. He gestured downstairs, and I walked down, realizing a small closet on the wall on the upper left side of the staircase. He opened it, revealing tons of cloak and dresses. I stared warily.
"Are there any T-shirts, or...?" I looked up hopefully, but he shook his head.
"My Mum didn't approve of Muggle clothes. Well, that is to say that wizards and witches don't wear t-shirts." I found this slightly ironic, for he was wearing a t-shirt, sprouting an idea.
"Do you have any smaller ones I could fit into?" This question was embarrassing, but I stuck it out. He nodded, and we went back upstairs and into his closet.
:Do you mind just regular colors?" he asked. It was quite evident he had thought I liked pink and blue and bright yellow, but I was fine.
"Sure. If you mean black or grey." I replied, and with that, he pulled out a small black polo shirt, almost my size, out of the closet, handing it to me and he delved back into the closet.
"It's okay, I'll wear this skirt." I said. I murmured a thanks as he stepped out of the room to let me change. As I began to loosen the corset, I thought about how, well, I kissed him the other day. Did it mean anything to him, or was I just going to find him on top of someone else again? I gasped and yelled out loudly and laded on the floor, inside burning as they expanded. I looked down at my frame with panicked eyes; I had red lines going into my body from the corset, the lace lines evident. I screamed when the door flew open.
"Is everything okay?" Malfoy asked, worry in his face and voice. I covered myself as much as possible. "I heard a scream and-oh." I went back on the bed, covering my chest and reddened as he began to stare fixedly, his face growing redder with every second.
"M-M-Malfoy. Stop staring at my boobs." I said loudly, trying to snap him out of it. It did, of course, and I saw a faint blush go across his face.
"Right. Turn around." He approached me and gripped my arm that was covering my chest with my shirt, but I yanked out of his grasp.
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"Leave me alone, Malfoy!" I snarled at him, inching away. I can't believe I let him ever come near me!
He sighed. "Claire, I'm not going to rape you nor molest you. I'm trying to get out those red indents so you don't look like you had a laser treatment gone terribly wrong."
"Heh. Oh, ok." I turned and I felt his wand on my back, him mutter something, and the pain was gone as my skin loosed as the sleek wood of his wand went over the lines carefully, tracing them. I sighed with relief, and over my shoulder, I almost thought I saw a smile.
"I'll need to.." he gestured towards my abdomen and lower chest, and I moved my hands upwards. He seemed to be pointedly trying to not look at my chest; his face was screwed up as if he were in pain, he was sweating, and I saw his eyes wandering upwards, looking into my green eyes, and back down. I was going to laugh, but too nervous to say anything, btu I just kept thinking about whether or not Malfoy meant it all.
After painful minutes of silence, I said "Thanks, Malfoy."
"Please, call me Draco." he drawled. I rolled my eyes, and smiled nonetheless, walking out. I found my breath quickening as I walked downstairs and into the kitchen for a snack. My heart began to pund in my ears and my chest started to heave. I wasn't having a heart attack, was I? My throat began to get dry and I was thirsty. I opened the fridge and looked around; I needed some water, mayber a drink when I saw the leftover firewhiskey. Yanking a cup from the cupboard, I filled it up halfway and downed it. Sure enough, I felt better, but eventually, as I walked upstairs, my heart really began to hurt when I fell with a thud, tumbled down each step before I heard a crack and pain suged through my head, and all went dark.
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"Claire. Claire. Claire." I heard a voice hiss in my ear. My head snapped up, causing me to get extra light headed and hit my head on a hard surface again.
"Nice. Now come on, drink this." the voice said again, and the rim of a cup was at my lips, hot liquid in it. I took a sip, and it seemed to relieve my pain instantly. "You know, you've got to stop passing out on me, people will think I abuse my maid." the voice muttered. I sat up, shaking my head slowly to see Malfoy, his cloak tied up around a chair in the kitchen. I was laying on a couple blankets and saw him stirring something with a ladlel in the stove in a gray pot. " I reckon you had some sort of panic attack or something, you're pulse was fast.
"This potion should make you feel better. I made it, of course." he said smugly, putting back all the vials full of ingredients in the cupboards. I couldn't bring myself to say anything at that point, except for one thing I blurted.
"Draco, are you still a Death Eater?!" I exclaimed. I hadn't known what made me said it, but that one moment seemed fitting and right, even though I couldn't tell why. He stared at me, face pointed, eyes narrowed. I could tell he looked a little angry. He bent down to me, staring at strangely. What had I done? Before I could apologize, he kissed me softly on the lips. My face was full of heat and I stared incuriously, because even though his gesture was sweet, it didn't answer anything. He chuckled at my confusion, pushing my black hair behind my ear.
"Am I?" he asked simply.
"I-I don't know." I stammered. He seemed amused by my confused expression.
"You tell me." he said before leaving the room. "Oh, and by the way, I was thinking about getting out tonight. Would you like to come?" I found myself mindlessly nodding; why was he going out? I thought he was in hiding!
"Good, there's a place I think you'd like to go, haven't been there in a century it seems," he said, reminiscing. "Hogsmeade. Even been?" I tensed, but was determined not to let it show. I scrunched my eyebrows, thinking, out of all the places we could go, Hogsmeade (swarming with Aurors) was the place he wanted to go.
"Anyways, I'm not sure if it's too safe to be there if I'm wanted, but we'll be careful." he winked at me and left. I sighed. What a morning this had been. Once he was gone upstairs, I pulled out my mirror and said Ginny's name. I hopped up on the kitchen counter in a comfortable position. She appeared, at Grimmuald Place, and well again.
"Hermione, how's it going?" she asked brightly.
"Good...I guess." I said.
"Enjoying your stay a little too well, I'm guessing? Listen, you can't let your heart get in the way of your head." she said, almost sounding like me.
"I know, I know, Ginny, but I don't know what it is. He's just...just....just..is...uhm.."
"So incredibly sexy?" she asked. I looked offended and she laughed. "I'm just kidding, I still have a mighty grudge against that little ferret. But when are you going to tell him your...you?"
"I don't know, I'm too scared. What if he doesn't like me anyone more because I'm muggleborn?"
"He likes you and thinks your a half-blood. I think that's good enough. Ack, why am I supporting you? I'm supposed to be telling you how wrong this is!" she said shrilly.
"That's because you're my best friend and you're too kind to get into my way of....." I wasn't sure whether or not to call it relationship, a fling, or something else perhaps. "Of....liking him. Ginny, I just don't know. My mind is telling me to refuse him, and my heart wants me to play along with it."
"Well, I can't tell you what to do, sadly. Only you can figure that out." she said simply.
"Smart answer, that one," I muttered. "On another note, Draco wants to go out with me tonight."
"Draco, oooh!" she laughed. "Where?"
"Hogsmeade, can you believe it?" She obviously didn't.
"Wow, why would he-"
"I've thought that too many time to think it again. I don't know, but he said he'd be careful of Aurors;he is a wanted man after all."
"Wanted by more than Aurors, apparently." she remarked. I scowled and my face grew hot. "Okay, keep a lookout. Maybe one of us will follow."
"No, that's okay!' I said a little too quickly, and before I could take it back, Ginny had caught on.
"Want your alone time with Draco, huh? but, seriously, Mione, I think your getting a little bit more into this than you shall. But whatever you choose, I wont tell anyone." I smiled, but heard ruckus outside the door.
"Gotta go, give your family, Remus and Tonks the best!' I said quickly, shutting the compact and shoving it into the pocket on the black polo. Draco came in, holding a short, but slinky, dark blue dress that would come up to my knees.
"I'd think you'd like this." he said, handing it to me.
"Listen, erm, Draco, I appreciate the offer, but-"
"Oh, come off of it don't tell me your dropping me? It's about time me and you have gotten out since we've had a relationship." I clenched my jaw at the word 'relationship' but smiled nevertheless.
"It's been two days, Draco, I think we have plenty of time," I knew this was a lie, but I needed a good excuse to not go with him. "Anyways, it's too risky...for you," I added to be safe. "And I just dont feel up to it." He seemed disappointed, but nodded. He draped the dress over the armchair in the kitchen and, pulling out the firewhiskey again, said "I'm going upstairs, watching TV or something." I gaped at him.
"TV? That's not brain stimulating; go read a book." I said. He shrugged and walked out. I went back into the main room and pulled out a book I had hid in the couch cushions about different counter curses, getting out my wand (which Draco had given back to me) and practicing said things on a plush cushion. I almost lost control of a spell to set things on fire, extinguishing it and repairing it before Draco hear anything. Growing tired of that, I went back to the kitchen, seeing that dress again. I sighed.
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Draco grinned like an idiot at me, and I blushed, scowling deeply. The blue dress was kind of tight, itchy, but otherwise comfortable. I could do without the heels I walked akwardly in. Draco just stared at me as I brushed my long, black hair. He was already wearing a dress cloak; he knew he would break me.
"I knew I would break-"
"Shut up!" I said quickly. it was getting dark quickly outside, and if Draco wanted to go out, well, who could blame him. I quickly and roughly grabbed his arm.
"So, do you have a flying car, broom, Floo..?" I asked.
He stared at me incuriously. "We're going to Apparate!" I nodded, thinking how stupid I must have been to forget.
"Side-Along Apparation? Should I?" I asked.
"No, I will." Before I could protest, he gripped my arm, turned quickly on the spot, and I felt that pulling on my stomach and we were in the Malfoy Manor no more.
A/N: I was going to make this longer, but oh well. This willl end up being my shortest story ever, I'm planning on a max of....10 chapters, cause I have tons of words. Okay, byez!