[BeLieViNG iN You]
Chapter 2: Muggle devices
I woke up in a sterile, white environment. The walls made me want to puke, but I closed my mouth and leant against the headboard at the top of my bed. I could control this.
The future seemed less threatening in daylight. No shadows for cloaks to be concealed in. No streetlights to illuminate prey.
"So this is muggle hospital." I muttered.
A young nurse entered the room and blushed.
"Oh, you're awake Mr Malfoy." She looked away. Looking down, I realised that my sheet had slipped down, exposing most of my body. Oh well.
"Oh, terribly sorry about that." I wasn't sorry at all. Why should I be, with a body like mine? I'm like a sex god, I thought smugly.
Or I was, I thought a second later ruefully as I surveyed the bruises and cuts on my thighs and torso. This would take a while to heal. I pulled the sheet back up. *sigh* I'd be out of action for a while at least.
The nurse, still blushing, stepped out. I entertained myself by watching the fascinating lights and switches on the machinery I was plugged into.
She returned a moment later.
"Er...Mr Malfoy? I do believe you have visitors." Holding open the doorway (ugh, same sea-sick colour as the wall borders), she ushered in Granger plus muggle attachments. I should have known. Not only could she not leave me alone last night, she had to be the first person I see when I goddamn wake up. This was not improving my mood.
"Hi Draco." Hermione smiled forcefully, clenching her teeth together. Ahh...so she didn't want to see me either. Couldn't really blame her I guess. Although I don't really mind waking up to myself every morning.
"Good Morning, Draco." her mother said in a more pleasant manner. Now I could get a better look at her, I was stunned. Granger's mother was pretty enough, in a makeup-less, natural kinda way. Not the kind of ethereal beauty that ran in my family, but pleasant enough. So how had the gene pool skipped Granger? My glance slid to the timid boy that stood beside Granger. What had she called him? Jacob? Josh? Both names sounded familiar.
"Hey there." I spoke in my friendliest voice. He cocked his head in consideration, but said nothing back. No big loss.
"How are you, Draco?" Usually just knowing this woman was a muggle would have made me recoil in disgust, but she was just so friendly and warm...so...unlike my mother.
I felt disgusted with myself. It must be the blood loss, making me all weepy and sentimental.
"I'm getting along well, thank you Mrs Granger. I don't suppose you'd be able to tell me when I could be discharged, could you?" I put on my most charming voice.
"Well..." She looked slightly uncomfortable, and Granger just looked downright mean.
What was going on here?
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"Malfoy...Draco. It's like this. You can either come out of here and stay with us, or you can stay in here and risk getting beaten to death again. What will it be?" Granger's tone was so hoping I'd play on my pride and choose to stay in here.
"Couldn't I go home?" Not that I wanted to or anything. But I'd rather not stay with Miss Pristine-white Knickers if I could avoid it.
"Well, you need care and to be located near the hospital. I'm not sure if you live around here, would you be okay at home?" By myself, I mentally added. Mother had lost it a long time ago, and there was no point in turning to Lucius for help. And even if I did live near here, I still had no idea how to get to the hospital. And those fools at the local magical hospital would probably worsen my condition. Stupid mudblood. I was sick, just recovering, and she tries to shoo me away already.
Very well, I'd choose to live in Muggleville then. Anything to piss her off. And maybe I could learn something to my advantage about muggles. And the Mudblood of course.
"Well then, if it's not too much trouble, Mrs Granger?" The woman looked relieved.
"No trouble at all Draco. I was hoping that you'd agree to this." Granger looked fit to kill.
She'd have been a force to be reckoned with if she was in Slytherin. Maybe these holidays weren't so mapped-out after all.
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Draco Malfoy was going to pay, sincerely. He was going to die. Hermione thought of all the wonderful ways this could be accomplished as they sat in the car on the way home. She scowled out the window as the sky began to darken.
Draco, to say the least was surprised at the wealth the Granger's had amassed. From the information he had gathered from Jacob's one word answers, apparently having one maid and a three story house with grounds in their area was quite an achievement.
Not to mention the fact he was riding in a slick black Jaguar at the moment. Hermione's mother seemed oblivious to her daughter's foul mood, humming along happily to the muggle device in the car which was playing exquisite classical music as she tapped her fingers on the wheel. She glanced up at the sky as they paused at a traffic light.
"Oh shoot, Jakey, it looks like it's going to rain. Could you ring Josh and ask him to bring in the clothing for me?" Draco stopped slouching slowly, looking more interested than ever, despite his attempts to be inconspicuous.
Where was the phone? And where would it plug into?
He watched as Jacob rummaged through his mother's black leather handbag and pulled out a small multicoloured device.
"What is it?" Hermione snorted.
"It's a mobile phone, Malfoy." He ignored her, eyes focused on the lights emitting from the thing.
"Hermione dear, please call him Draco." Her mother raised her voice over the music.
"Mum, please turn it down so Josh can hear me at least." That was the most Draco had heard the kid speak so far. Turning to look at him, he was greeted by a 'you're-weird' look from the boy as he intently watched Jacob punch in numbers on a keypad, then hold the device up to his ear. Weird, it was just like a normal phone, but without the wires! And this one was small enough to be cradled in the palm of his hand.
"Hello? Josh, that you?"
"Can you get Josh, Daniel? Thanks."
"Hey, Josh? Yeah, it's me."
"Not much. Mum says to bring the washing in." a pause.
"I think she's sick or something. Or it's her day off." Another curious glance at Draco.
"I dunno. Oh, and can you set the guest room up?"
"Er...the one on the top floor, I guess."
"Yeah."
"Ok."
"'Bye."
He hung up, to find Draco still staring intently at him.
"What?" He asked, uncomfortable.
"I was beginning to wonder if you spoke english, Jacob." Hermione gave another rude snort as Jacob let the beginnings of a smile seep across his face. Draco kept silent. What would they have said if they knew he had been serious?
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Draco arrived at the Granger's house to music blaring from around the second floor. It was some form of insane house music. Glancing at Mrs Granger, he expected her to have a scowl or even a frown on her face. Not the big smile she had at the moment.
Even Hermione was smiling, though Jacob retained the same careful expression Draco had seen on him since last night.
"We're home!" Draco winced as a voice bounced through the house, echoing 'motherfucker, fuck, fuck, fuck her' before mixing into a hard techno beat. Not that he didn't enjoy this kind of music, but it wasn't something you really played for your mother to come home to.
"Hey! Did you get any food?" A ball of playful energy came hurtling down the stairs, followed by two yawning and lazing figures. As the ball came to a stop at his feet, Draco noticed it was a puppy. A very, very adorable puppy. Even to Draco Malfoy, who would have preferred snakes and birds. He knelt down and patted it.
"Josh! Not even a hello for your only sister. And you're awake before 12! It's a miracle!" Hermione mocked punched him, and he laughed and danced up to hug her. Draco was guessing it was her brother, when Josh caught his eye.
"Yeah, it's nice to see you home, 'Mione. Ahhh...you're the dead body. Neighbourhood's talking about you." He said, nodding his head towards the street outside. Draco forced a bitter smile onto his face.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Josh." The guy was big. Not someone you wanted to mess with, Draco realised as he shook the hand that Josh offered. The guy was two inches taller than himself, and Draco stood at six foot three. The other figure was going through the fridge.
"Yes Daniel, make yourself at home, as always." Mrs Granger laughed as the figure turned around.
Draco nearly cried out.
The other boy was almost a duplicate of that fugitive, Sirius Black. But this was the muggle world, right? No way that he could be here.
And definitely not that young.
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"This is your room. I guess Josh thought it would be amusing to stick you in the room next to mine." Hermione sighed.
"Look, Granger-"
"Why are you here, Malfoy?" Her tired expression had faded slightly to mingle with a mixture of curiousity, forbidding and conflict.
"I'll tell you later."
"Yeah, right. Forget it then Malfoy." she scoffed, and turned away to push open the door to her room. He stuck his hand out to hold the door.
"I'm serious. I promise I will." He followed her.
"Do Malfoy's break their promises?" He flinched.
"No. No, they don't." A hand on my chest pushed me out of the doorway.
"Good." She moved to shut the door again.
"Thank you Granger." I stated softly, not stopping her. She paused, then continued into her room, showing no signs of having heard me. The door shut before I could get a good look, but what I saw was beautiful. Her room had fairylights and all. I sighed, throwing open the blinds.
"It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring..." I looked down to feel something rubbing against my leg.
"Hello, where did you come from?" I picked the small kitten up, cradling it in my arms. It mewled as it tugged at my sleeve.
"Alright. I'll read you a story, how's that?"
I was on the shaky road to recovery.
I just needed some time.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Thanks to SamanthaPotter, SilverDragon and Hyper_shark!
Samantha Potter:
Er...well Draco can be a pet to Hermione in the sense...well, you know...you gotta clean up their mess...feed the damn things...in return they just get in trouble and give you those adorable puppy eyes...*drool*
Hyper_Shark:
I know Draco's pretty rude and I'm gonna attempt to maintain that attitude...but I'm failing so far...sorry :( He's gonna become sappy within the next seven chapters...that's basically what I wrote this story as...WAFF! *throws it at you*
SilverDragon:
Well...I'd write more but I didn't really got much to say...so BEWARE THE CHICKENS! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! *runs off screaming* Kea, I'll make you pay! I swear! *curses at the sky and is suddenly struck by lightening*
Erg...chapter four might have to wait...*crumples*
Chapter 2: Muggle devices
I woke up in a sterile, white environment. The walls made me want to puke, but I closed my mouth and leant against the headboard at the top of my bed. I could control this.
The future seemed less threatening in daylight. No shadows for cloaks to be concealed in. No streetlights to illuminate prey.
"So this is muggle hospital." I muttered.
A young nurse entered the room and blushed.
"Oh, you're awake Mr Malfoy." She looked away. Looking down, I realised that my sheet had slipped down, exposing most of my body. Oh well.
"Oh, terribly sorry about that." I wasn't sorry at all. Why should I be, with a body like mine? I'm like a sex god, I thought smugly.
Or I was, I thought a second later ruefully as I surveyed the bruises and cuts on my thighs and torso. This would take a while to heal. I pulled the sheet back up. *sigh* I'd be out of action for a while at least.
The nurse, still blushing, stepped out. I entertained myself by watching the fascinating lights and switches on the machinery I was plugged into.
She returned a moment later.
"Er...Mr Malfoy? I do believe you have visitors." Holding open the doorway (ugh, same sea-sick colour as the wall borders), she ushered in Granger plus muggle attachments. I should have known. Not only could she not leave me alone last night, she had to be the first person I see when I goddamn wake up. This was not improving my mood.
"Hi Draco." Hermione smiled forcefully, clenching her teeth together. Ahh...so she didn't want to see me either. Couldn't really blame her I guess. Although I don't really mind waking up to myself every morning.
"Good Morning, Draco." her mother said in a more pleasant manner. Now I could get a better look at her, I was stunned. Granger's mother was pretty enough, in a makeup-less, natural kinda way. Not the kind of ethereal beauty that ran in my family, but pleasant enough. So how had the gene pool skipped Granger? My glance slid to the timid boy that stood beside Granger. What had she called him? Jacob? Josh? Both names sounded familiar.
"Hey there." I spoke in my friendliest voice. He cocked his head in consideration, but said nothing back. No big loss.
"How are you, Draco?" Usually just knowing this woman was a muggle would have made me recoil in disgust, but she was just so friendly and warm...so...unlike my mother.
I felt disgusted with myself. It must be the blood loss, making me all weepy and sentimental.
"I'm getting along well, thank you Mrs Granger. I don't suppose you'd be able to tell me when I could be discharged, could you?" I put on my most charming voice.
"Well..." She looked slightly uncomfortable, and Granger just looked downright mean.
What was going on here?
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"Malfoy...Draco. It's like this. You can either come out of here and stay with us, or you can stay in here and risk getting beaten to death again. What will it be?" Granger's tone was so hoping I'd play on my pride and choose to stay in here.
"Couldn't I go home?" Not that I wanted to or anything. But I'd rather not stay with Miss Pristine-white Knickers if I could avoid it.
"Well, you need care and to be located near the hospital. I'm not sure if you live around here, would you be okay at home?" By myself, I mentally added. Mother had lost it a long time ago, and there was no point in turning to Lucius for help. And even if I did live near here, I still had no idea how to get to the hospital. And those fools at the local magical hospital would probably worsen my condition. Stupid mudblood. I was sick, just recovering, and she tries to shoo me away already.
Very well, I'd choose to live in Muggleville then. Anything to piss her off. And maybe I could learn something to my advantage about muggles. And the Mudblood of course.
"Well then, if it's not too much trouble, Mrs Granger?" The woman looked relieved.
"No trouble at all Draco. I was hoping that you'd agree to this." Granger looked fit to kill.
She'd have been a force to be reckoned with if she was in Slytherin. Maybe these holidays weren't so mapped-out after all.
__________________________________________________________________________
Draco Malfoy was going to pay, sincerely. He was going to die. Hermione thought of all the wonderful ways this could be accomplished as they sat in the car on the way home. She scowled out the window as the sky began to darken.
Draco, to say the least was surprised at the wealth the Granger's had amassed. From the information he had gathered from Jacob's one word answers, apparently having one maid and a three story house with grounds in their area was quite an achievement.
Not to mention the fact he was riding in a slick black Jaguar at the moment. Hermione's mother seemed oblivious to her daughter's foul mood, humming along happily to the muggle device in the car which was playing exquisite classical music as she tapped her fingers on the wheel. She glanced up at the sky as they paused at a traffic light.
"Oh shoot, Jakey, it looks like it's going to rain. Could you ring Josh and ask him to bring in the clothing for me?" Draco stopped slouching slowly, looking more interested than ever, despite his attempts to be inconspicuous.
Where was the phone? And where would it plug into?
He watched as Jacob rummaged through his mother's black leather handbag and pulled out a small multicoloured device.
"What is it?" Hermione snorted.
"It's a mobile phone, Malfoy." He ignored her, eyes focused on the lights emitting from the thing.
"Hermione dear, please call him Draco." Her mother raised her voice over the music.
"Mum, please turn it down so Josh can hear me at least." That was the most Draco had heard the kid speak so far. Turning to look at him, he was greeted by a 'you're-weird' look from the boy as he intently watched Jacob punch in numbers on a keypad, then hold the device up to his ear. Weird, it was just like a normal phone, but without the wires! And this one was small enough to be cradled in the palm of his hand.
"Hello? Josh, that you?"
"Can you get Josh, Daniel? Thanks."
"Hey, Josh? Yeah, it's me."
"Not much. Mum says to bring the washing in." a pause.
"I think she's sick or something. Or it's her day off." Another curious glance at Draco.
"I dunno. Oh, and can you set the guest room up?"
"Er...the one on the top floor, I guess."
"Yeah."
"Ok."
"'Bye."
He hung up, to find Draco still staring intently at him.
"What?" He asked, uncomfortable.
"I was beginning to wonder if you spoke english, Jacob." Hermione gave another rude snort as Jacob let the beginnings of a smile seep across his face. Draco kept silent. What would they have said if they knew he had been serious?
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Draco arrived at the Granger's house to music blaring from around the second floor. It was some form of insane house music. Glancing at Mrs Granger, he expected her to have a scowl or even a frown on her face. Not the big smile she had at the moment.
Even Hermione was smiling, though Jacob retained the same careful expression Draco had seen on him since last night.
"We're home!" Draco winced as a voice bounced through the house, echoing 'motherfucker, fuck, fuck, fuck her' before mixing into a hard techno beat. Not that he didn't enjoy this kind of music, but it wasn't something you really played for your mother to come home to.
"Hey! Did you get any food?" A ball of playful energy came hurtling down the stairs, followed by two yawning and lazing figures. As the ball came to a stop at his feet, Draco noticed it was a puppy. A very, very adorable puppy. Even to Draco Malfoy, who would have preferred snakes and birds. He knelt down and patted it.
"Josh! Not even a hello for your only sister. And you're awake before 12! It's a miracle!" Hermione mocked punched him, and he laughed and danced up to hug her. Draco was guessing it was her brother, when Josh caught his eye.
"Yeah, it's nice to see you home, 'Mione. Ahhh...you're the dead body. Neighbourhood's talking about you." He said, nodding his head towards the street outside. Draco forced a bitter smile onto his face.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Josh." The guy was big. Not someone you wanted to mess with, Draco realised as he shook the hand that Josh offered. The guy was two inches taller than himself, and Draco stood at six foot three. The other figure was going through the fridge.
"Yes Daniel, make yourself at home, as always." Mrs Granger laughed as the figure turned around.
Draco nearly cried out.
The other boy was almost a duplicate of that fugitive, Sirius Black. But this was the muggle world, right? No way that he could be here.
And definitely not that young.
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"This is your room. I guess Josh thought it would be amusing to stick you in the room next to mine." Hermione sighed.
"Look, Granger-"
"Why are you here, Malfoy?" Her tired expression had faded slightly to mingle with a mixture of curiousity, forbidding and conflict.
"I'll tell you later."
"Yeah, right. Forget it then Malfoy." she scoffed, and turned away to push open the door to her room. He stuck his hand out to hold the door.
"I'm serious. I promise I will." He followed her.
"Do Malfoy's break their promises?" He flinched.
"No. No, they don't." A hand on my chest pushed me out of the doorway.
"Good." She moved to shut the door again.
"Thank you Granger." I stated softly, not stopping her. She paused, then continued into her room, showing no signs of having heard me. The door shut before I could get a good look, but what I saw was beautiful. Her room had fairylights and all. I sighed, throwing open the blinds.
"It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring..." I looked down to feel something rubbing against my leg.
"Hello, where did you come from?" I picked the small kitten up, cradling it in my arms. It mewled as it tugged at my sleeve.
"Alright. I'll read you a story, how's that?"
I was on the shaky road to recovery.
I just needed some time.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Thanks to SamanthaPotter, SilverDragon and Hyper_shark!
Samantha Potter:
Er...well Draco can be a pet to Hermione in the sense...well, you know...you gotta clean up their mess...feed the damn things...in return they just get in trouble and give you those adorable puppy eyes...*drool*
Hyper_Shark:
I know Draco's pretty rude and I'm gonna attempt to maintain that attitude...but I'm failing so far...sorry :( He's gonna become sappy within the next seven chapters...that's basically what I wrote this story as...WAFF! *throws it at you*
SilverDragon:
Well...I'd write more but I didn't really got much to say...so BEWARE THE CHICKENS! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! *runs off screaming* Kea, I'll make you pay! I swear! *curses at the sky and is suddenly struck by lightening*
Erg...chapter four might have to wait...*crumples*