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What the hell? Thought Malfoy. What happened?
"Granger!" He exclaimed, running to the unconscious girl. "Wake up!"
"Oh My God! This can't be happening! What am I gonna do?" Malfoy muttered to himself.
He bent down over her and took her head in his hands.
Shit! She feels so bloody hot! (A/N: hot as in feverish, not hot as in sexy.) He thought to himself, feeling her burning forehead.
Malfoy did the first thing that came to his mind and carried Granger bridal style onto the bed. He laid her there and went to the bathroom in search of a wet towel to sponge her forehead.
Malfoy returned moments later with a wet towel in hand. He sat on the bed beside Granger and placed the towel gingerly over her forehead. He took this opportunity to examine her closely.
She doesn't look that bad actually. In fact, she's actually quite pretty for a mudblood. She looks so peaceful when she's asleep, just like an angel.
Malfoy let his eyes trail down her lovely feature, from her thick and long eyelashes to her full lips.
What am I doing? I can't be falling for her? She's a mud- He stopped himself abruptly. I have to stop calling her that. She not just anyone, she's my future wife, a future Malfoy. Even of she's a mudblood, she'd be MY mudblood.
Suddenly, Granger stirred a little and her eyelids fluttered open.
What the hell happened? She thought to herself. Suddenly, the day's events flooded her mind. The last thing she remembered was Draco telling her that she and Malfoy had to share the same room and the next thing she knew, everything had gone black.
Granger awoke to find something cold and wet pressed to her forehead. Her vision was fuzzy and she could barely make out a figure sitting on the bed beside her, looking at her intently.
"Malfoy, is that you?" she croaked.
"Yes, you've finally woke up. You scared me just now when you conked out." he replied.
"What this doing on my head?" she asked, lifting the wet towel off her forehead.
"I think you're running a fever, you feel so hot. Are you feeling alright?" he asked, letting a hint of concern leak into his voice.
"Fever?" said Granger, unable to comprehend the word at that moment for some reason.
"Yeah, I think you better get some sleep. Are you alright?" he asked one more time.
"Malfoy, I feel…cold" she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself, shivering.
What the hell? Cold? I barely feel cold at all, the temperature's just right. Thought Malfoy.
"I think you better get some sleep." he said to her, making her lie down on the bed, pulling the cover closer around her.
Granger lied down obediently and closed her eyelids almost immediately. Malfoy sat beside her for a few more moments. Unknown to the sickly girl, he was having an internal battle inside of his head.
Why are you caring for her like she's your bloody wife?
That's because she's is.
No she isn't! Not at the moment, she not!
Yes, but the future has it that we'd be man and wife and you saw how loving we were as a couple.
Draco Malfoy! Have you lost your nut! She the Gryfindor know-it-all and Harry Potter's best friend! Worst of all she a MUDBLOOD!
Ok, so she's muggle-borned, but so what? And she's not just any mudblood mind you, she's MY mudblood.
With that, Malfoy made a silent promise to himself that he would not treat Granger like he used toeven if he couldn't bring himself to love her just yet, he should at least try to be civil to her.
He noticed that after ten minutes, she hadn't stopped shivering yet. He took out his wand and conjured another comforter and wrapped it around her small body. After another five minutes, she still didn't stop shivering.
She needs more warmth. More body warmth and you are the only one who can give that now. Said a voice at the back of his head.
Sighing, he climbed into bed, still fully clothed, with her. Instinctively, Granger stirred and turned around to face him, eyes still shut tight. She snuggled up closer to him and clutched the front of his shirt, burying her face in his chest. Instinctively, Malfoy threw his arms protectively over her waist. He laid there for a few moments, unable to sleep. Only when Granger had stopped shivering, then he fell asleep to her rhythmic breathing.
The next morning, Granger was the first one to wake up. She felt and unfamiliar warmth beside her and opened her eyelids slowly. The first thing she saw was strands of blonde hair mixed with her own stranded of wavy brown hair obscuring her view. Her legs were also entwined with some else's legs. She could feel the person's hot breath on her neck and his arms hugging her body protectively.
A sudden rush of warmth surge through her body. A sense of security filled her as she felt safe and secured in his arms. As if nothing bad could ever happen to her as long as she was with him.
What the hell? Who is this? She thought to herself. She lifted her hands, which were previously clutching the person's shirt, to move the hair away.
She inhaled sharply as she realized who that person was. Suddenly, the night's event came flooding back to her.
They were having dinner in the dinning room.
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Draco told her she had to share a room with Malfoy.
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She blacked out.
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She woke up and saw Malfoy staring at her.
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She started shivering.
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He conjured a comforter for her.
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He climbed into bed with her.
She looked at Malfoy closely. Scanning his face.
He looks really different when he's asleep. He doesn't have that horrible smirk on his face anymore. He just looks so…pure. It's as if he's a whole different person. He looks kinda cute too. Such sharp feature and such full lips.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and stared straight back at Granger.
"Hey, you're awake already. How do you feel?" he asked, releasing his arms from around her waist, stretching his hands above his head.
"Yeah, I feel much better. I think I'll go have my shower now." she replied, getting up from the bed.
"Yeah, you go ahead first."
She was at the door of the bathroom when she turned around and looked directly at Malfoy.
"Malfoy, thanks"
He looked at her weirdly and raised his eyebrows.
"For last night I mean." she explained.
"Oh!" he said, clearly amused. "Nah…its nothing really."
She nodded at him and went into the bathroom.
She isn't that bad actually. He thought. I didn't think she'd thank me.
In The Bathroom
Granger stood under the shower and let the warm water course down her body as she fought an internal battle against her conscience.
He's not as bad as I thought he was.
What has gotten into you? He's been torturing you, Harry and Ron since the very first day you stepped into Hogwarts!
But he helped me out last night didn't he? He could have left me there to die! But he didn't! Instead he actually helped me, took care of me!
Yes, I know, but still ferret-boy!
He's my future husband! I should at least try and be civil to him, be friends with him. And he's not just any ferret…he's MY ferret!
With that, she promised herself that she would at least try and be civil towards Malfoy and try making friends with him.
This will be the fist step towards our relationship. The both of them thought at the same time, their minds and soul firmly set.
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