A/N : I dont own Harry Potter or any of the caharatchers in J.K. Rowling's books. Nor do I claim ownership.
Also, I am verrrrry new at this people, this is my frst fan fiction. Please reveiw and tell me what you think so I know! Please!
Hermione awoke, her body wrapped tight in her own blankets. It took the young teenager a moment to fully realize where she was and what was happening. Her eyes blinked slowly and she let her mind run over everything that happened yesterday afternoon. Draco Malfoy is libing with me! Hermione gave a deep sigh. This was not happening. She still didn't understand why her parents were being such idoits. It was clear to see that this was no orphan and actully a well groomed child that belonged to one of the oldest and most stuck up families in the wizarding world, not to mention thier obvious connections with Voldemort. Ugh, she was disgusted! It was almost like they...her thoughts trailed off as her mind reminded her with a bang that her parents were just muggles. They had no clue about the wizarding world and know nothing about the happenings with the order and Voldemort. She wished she could explain it all to them,but they'd deny it and Draco's real identity...unless she could Draco to confess on his own. It hit her.
If she could get Draco to tell her parents, then they'd believe it. They'd have to. Even they were in thier right mind enough to not deny something about someone, even when that certain someone admits to it. Hermione was slightly satisfied. If she could get him to confess it right in thier faces, they'd kick him out to the curb faster than you can sneeze. So, with that idea in her head, Hermione looked over to her digital alarm clock. To her surprise, it was 2:15 am. She'd slept a little to long. Just a bit. She knew she wouldn't be able to get to sleep again.A little bit over 12 hours of sleep was enough to keep Hermione going for 48 hours. It probably had something to do with her study habits from school. It was a little bit of sleep, a lot of studying, food, some nameless adventure with Ron and Harry, studying, class, Hogsmeade, another nameless adventure, food, studying, class, sleep, etc. See? She had a plan to stick to and sleeping was not in the program. It simply wasn't. Sleep wasted to much time in Hermione's opinion, so often enough her plan lacked it considerably. Very considerably.
Without a second thought, Hermione got scrambled out of bed and went to her closet. She wasn't going to walk around on boxers with an intruder sleeping three doors down the hall. Hell no. So, Hermione changed into a Mindless Self Indulgence t-shirt and some black shorts to replace her checkered boxers. With that, she went back to her bedside table and opened the drawer. Her hands wrapped around her wand and she fingered it lovingly. She needed to keep this with her at all times, her house wasn't safe anylonger. She gave a deep sigh and tucked it inside a hidden pocket in her shorts and tucked the visible part under her shirt.
Without a word she slipped out of her room and into the dark hallway. Her eyes went from left to right and she caught some light coming from under Draco's door. She almost hissed in anger. Shaking her head, she went down the hall, making only slight creaks as she worked to silence herself. She made good progress at this until her foot landed on a particularly loud and squeaky board. She wasn't worried about her parents, she had put a silencing charm on thier bedroom in third year and never removed it. They didn't hear anything. Hermione just didn't want to wake up Draco or attract him to the kitchen. She didn't want that fuckshit coming out of his room actully. Her hands gently pressed against the wall as she got down the stairs, the pitch black first floor almost scary as she moved down the main hallway. She moved from the main hallway to a shorter one, and the last door on the left held the kitchen. She gave a sigh of relief. The kitcen was like neutral ground in this house.
Hermione entered the dark kitchen, switching on a light gently as she looked around the rustic, yet up to date kitchen. She moved her eyes to veiw everything before making her way over to the coffee machine. She didn't know why she was drinking coffee but it had always relaxed her, even if it had caffine in it. Without a word, she got out the dark black powder and added it to the machine. Filling it to the brim with water, she turned the machine on and went to the fridge to get out the cream. It's drip, drip noise was already relaxing her as she put the cream on the counter. Up next was the large mug and some sugar. After she had everything out, the only thing left to do was sit and wait for it. So, she hoisted herself unto the counter and began to stare blankly into space, trying to relax and clear her overactive mind.
(mean while)
Draco Malfoy awoke to a large creak coming from the hallway. His face made a contorted look before he opened his eyes. Shaking his head, he realized that Granger must be awake. He sneered and looked to the clock, which read 2:18. Christ, couldn't she ever sleep a normal human time window? Obviously not, hell, may be she had turned into a vampire or something nocturnal. With continued grumblings in his mind, he got out of bead, slipped a pair of heavy jeans on and grabbed his wand. He didn't bother with a shirt. He didn't really care anymore. He was sexy, he was toned, he was pale, and girls just loved it like crazy. He wasn't so sure about the mudblood but hell. Not like he really gave a rat's ass about her right? correct. Draco hated the mdublood, living with her had been an honest to god mistake.
His plan had been that he would hide in the muggle world if/when Hogwarts invited him back for his last term. So he made like an orphan and the London Adoption Agency took pity on him and took him in, arranging him with a foster family, which so happened to be the Grangers. They had one kid, a girl, but Draco wasn't thinking about Hermione and her family at the time, oh no, he just wanted to be out of the open and into a home were he would pretty damn safe if people came looking for him. He took on a fake last name and it was pretty similiar to his orginal. Draco had also thought about changing his appearence, but he then decided he was just to hot for that. Hell, he was. Draco was now 6'2 feet tall, toned yet lanky, cream skinned, piercing blue eyes with long lashes, and an overall sexy apppearence.. Girls loved him. Draco loved himself. It made for a good thing and most girls swooned over him. At the agency, he even let this girl put mascara and eyeliner on him. It brought out his eyes, so he did it a little bit nowadays to, only difference was that Draco wasn't 'goth' or 'punk', he just thought it looked good on him, so he wore it.
He moved out into the hallway, curious where the mudblood ran of to. He moved quickly and lightly for a guy, missing the creaky board and padding down the two flights of steps. He was a bit worried that once he found Granger, he'd be interogated and she'd jump down his throat. However. Draco was willing to take that chance if it meant finding something out that he could use against her later. Not that he was going to, but there was always that small chance wasn't there? So Draco peeked his head into all the adjoining halls until he saw a light on. So...she was in the kitchen. He smirked and moved slowly, making sure to make little to no noise as he creeped towards the door, fully intending to scare her out of her fucking mind. He couldn't wait to see the look on that...Draco stopped thinking and began to listen as Hermione began...singing! He did not know she could to that one. She had a pretty voice...Draco stopped himself from complementing her altogether.
"GRANGER!" Draco bellowed as he slammed open the door. He almost couldn't stop laughing as he watched her fall off the counter and scream, all the time having this priceless look in her eyes. He let the door swing behind him as he chuckled deeply. "Granger..you should just see the look on your face!" He didn't notice she had her wand. "Malfoy, you bastard!" Draco watched her stand up and regain her composure. "Malfoy you fucking disgust me." She didn't look amused at all. Actully she pulled out her wand and pointed it at his heart. "What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. Here!" He lost all joking appeal when he saw her wand. His hand didn't waste time and he grabbed his own, both pointed directly at the other's heart within a matter of miliseconds. "I am a foster kid Granger." Seeing her eyes widen he smirked low. "What? Never seen an orphan before!" Ir was clear that he was pushing her close to the edge. "No. You tried to kill Dumbledore and youre a You-Know-Who follower!" Draco frowned as he realized what she thought he was here for. "Look mudblood. I tried because I had to, I am hiding from Voldemort, and godamnit I am here to fucking blow you and your parent's mind to bites with a curse! Jesus fucking Christ..." He looked at Hermione, quite angry that she would take that approach, but seeing where she came from almost precisley. It was clear the girl wasn't buying his story at all. He gave a deep sigh. If he was going to be safe, then he was going to have make peace with the mudblood.He was abotu to something pretty risky. "Granger." He saw her eyes flash. "I am Hermione. One more name like that FERRET and i'll fucking hex you and get the ministry on your ass!" Draco stared at her open jawed...she wasn't a big enough bitch for that. She just couldn't be. "Okay Hermione. Put fdown your wand so we can talk this out without killing eachother!" He put down his wand slowly. Hermione wasn't putting down hers at all.
(POV switched to Hermione)
She was ready to kill him. He had just scared the living shit out of her, and was now telling her a crock of bullshit! Hermione didn't see the truthful sincerty in his voice. She was just reliving her hate for Draco Malfoy. However, as he lowered his wand, she finally caught a glimpse of his sincerty. She lsowly lowered hers and stared coldly at him. "Draco, sit down and explain now." She stood, her wand in her hands, ready to block anything or attack if she needed to. She knew it, she just knew it. This was Draco but he claimed he was hiding from Voldemort. She watched him sit down and shove his wand towards her. Her hand reached out to pick it up and once she did, she put it in her pocket with her own and sat down oppisite him. "Tell me now ferret." Draco gave a deep sigh, and mumbled something she couldn't hear, then began his story. "O got my eyes opened Grang...erm Hermione. When Voldemort told me to kill Dumbledore I realized that I just didn't want to kill and I didn't want to support him. So I attempted,but made sure the attempts would be caught. Then when he was dead, I ran off so Voldemort wouldn't find me and kill me on the spot. I decided the muggle world would be best, so I acted off as an orphan. Then London suggest your parents and they accepted. This was the earliest date they could get me." She wasn't sure as she listened, whether to believe him or not. what if this a big, well thought out, plan and he IS going to kill me? These thoughts and similar ones ran through her mind, however Draco seemed to sense that she didn't buy it. "Here. Keep my wand. I won't try any shit while I am here. I swear." Hermione looked at him, he couldn't precisley do anything without the wand. Giving a deep sigh, she stared at the pale boy.
"Fine.One thing Draco and I charm your ass out of my house." He stared at her for a moment then nodded. "Okay Hermione."She noticed him look at the coffe pot and she looked at him. "Well, do you want some coffee then?" Draco gave her an 'are you serious look?' She caught it and then sighed. "Well we have to be civil now that I know you aren't going to pull some stupid shit." He shrugged and ran a hand through his loose blonde hair. Hermione felt something inside her stir but she ignored it and went on with gwtting two mugs out and some cream. Then to her amazement, she sat down with him and passed the sugar and crema towards him. He shook his head. "Nah, I like it black." Hermione was a bit shocked but continued to put her cream and sugar into her coffee before taking a long sip and feeling her body relax almost instantly. She was the first to speak. "So you've been in the muggle world for a while now right?" He was in the middle of sipping his coffee and he nodded slowly, unsure what to say. "Then I am sure you know about muggle clothing and such?" Draco shrugged. "I wore what kids gave me. Which was a lot of black." Hermione had to smile. "Ok. Well mum and dad are working tommorrow." She shrugged. "If you want I can take you somewhere so you can get some decent stuff." Draco looked at her in shock. "Five minutes ago you threatened to jinx me and now your willing to help me fit in?" Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Take it while you can Mal..Draco."
(POV Switched to Draco)
Draco was a bit awestruck at Hermione's sudden change. She was now willing to help him out, as to five minutes ago she was threatening to jinx him. He nodded slowly and took a deep sip of coffee to calm his nerves down. "So Gran...Hermione." God, he was going to have to stop doing that. "You've changed your look." He noted that Hermione blushed slightly. "Yes, i'm more relaxed than I was, not so uptight as I used to be." Draco nodded. "What about you? No more nose stuck so far up your ass youre blind Draco Malfoy?" Draco narrowed his eyes and did his best to control his temper. "No, no more of that. It's pointless." Hermione seemed satisfied because she took yet another sip of her coffee and ran her fingers absently through a strand of her reddish brown hair. Draco felt a twinge of some unknown emotion, but it was gone before he could recongize it. "So. Where are you going to take me for clothing?" Hermione shrugged. "Hot Topic, The Underground, JCPenny, Van inc., places that aren't pastel washed and stupid faded jeans." He looked at her. He had heard of a couple of those stores from his friends back at the house. "Cool." He gaught that glance from Hermione, thier eyes meeting solidly for about 20 seconds before both pulled away in a blush. Holy shit! What was that! Draco was freaked out, while she just looked confused. Draco stood up in a rush. "Uhm, i'm tired. See you tommorrow." He ran out of the room, up the stairs and into his bedroom, leaving a very confused Hermione Granger.
Once there, Draco laid on his bed and tried to figure what he'd just felt. He couldn't tell. He was still up three hours later trying to figure it out. Was this really going to be an easy summer? He wasn't so sure anymore.
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