A/N: Eh…so no excuse as to why this is so late….I'm just horrible at updating because college is extremely time consuming….Okayyy here you go hope you like it….

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own HP I would have definitely had these two get together if I did.

Creepish Tendencies

Hermione

The interesting thing about having Malfoy as a stalker was that she had no idea, until she woke up to him staring at her of course. After that she could usually tell if he was tailing her or not. It wasn't all the time, sometimes on her way home from work, sometimes after shopping, and sometimes at home. All of the times however, Hermione could feel his eyes on her. She didn't let him know she knew, she didn't even know where he was let alone why he felt the need to stalk her. She probably should have felt creeped-out but unfortunately her traitorous body relaxed the moment she felt his eyes on her.

Really, she should confront him about continuing to stalk her but what harm was he doing? He didn't peep on her while she changed or showered or anything just watched and waited. He seemed to think that there were some type of Death Eaters going about but she felt as if he was paranoid because Harry and Ron would have told her.

She was cooking a dinner for her Ginny, Harry, Ron and Lavender one night when harry called and told her he and Ron couldn't come because of an auror thing. Which meant Ginny and Lavender wouldn't come. Ginny would have but she had to look after little James. So, Hermione was left with way too much food and feeling lonely. She was so lonely she considered inviting Malfoy in to eat with her.

Instead she ate and then still in her depressed state she made her way to her bedroom. Deciding to change into her night clothes, which usually consisted of some small shorts and a tank top. She threw on her small red boxer shorts and a white tank top and made her way back to her living room to watch some television. She was halfway there when something gripped her wrist and another hand went over her mouth as she was tugged into the linen closet and shoved against the wall. She struggled against her captor and kicked his shin hard.

"Ouch! Bloody hell Granger! I might actually need my leg thank you!" a voice hissed at her.

Hermione spun out of his grasp a little bit and took in his pale blonde hair, tall, fit stature and rolled her eyes, watching him try to peer out through the cracks of the closet door. She slapped his hand remaining on her mouth away.

"What the hell Malfoy?" She asked with disdain, when he didn't speak, Hermione frowned at him, "Did you drag me in here for any particular reason…or did it just strike you as a good idea at the time?" she asked dryly, trying vainly to get her arm out of his tight hold.

His gray eyes narrowed at her and he put his hand over her mouth again and invaded her personal space in order to whisper in her ear.

"Remember those want-to-be Death Eaters that I told you about? They're here breaking through your wards."

Her brown eyes widened at him and he let go of her mouth again, still gripping her wrist.

"Well how did you get in without letting them in?" she asked but Malfoy smirked at her.

"Granger you really suck at wards," he drawled.

She narrowed her eyes at him and was about to tell him off when a blast shook the flat.

Malfoy's smirk dropped as he took in the four figures in black robes coming into her home. He pulled out his invisibility cloak and draped it over her.

"Stay," he ordered her quietly but firmly.

"Malfoy!" she hissed in vain as the blonde man was already out of the closet.

She contemplated following him because she was much better at curses and hexes than him and she was under the invisibility cloak. As she was about to open the closet door, she stopped in shock as she noticed Malfoy sink into the shadows, literally. He literally, dissolved into the shadows. There was no spell for that, Hermione knew almost every spell sans a few dark spells but she knew there was no spell for that.

She quickly forgot about the strange spell however when the men started searching and she realized that if she opened the door she would alert them of her presence. Stupid Malfoy he had probably done it on purpose. Why was he here trying to protect her anyways? Stalking her, protecting her, if she didn't know any better Hermione would say he cared; which was absurd of course. And he told her to stay, stay, she was the brightest witch of her age for Merlin's sake! Just because he had some type of hero complex all of the sudden and he was an all-mighty auror, he treated her like a dog who can't be protected.

"Stay, "she said to herself, hmpf that arrogant git.

The death eaters never saw him coming, Malfoy took them out one by one. She thought she saw him get hit with a spell but he didn't flinch so she must have not seen it right. Then after he finished them off he dueled the last two at the same time. He won easily and Hermione was glad for the invisibility cloak temporarily to hid e her surprised and impressed face. After all of them were unconscious and tied up he motioned for her to come out. She did so schooling her features to indifference. He wasn't the only one who could pull off the look.

He waved his wand and vanished the four bodies into the Ministry of Magic holding center and then collapsed.

"Bloody fucking Hell," he gritted out as Hermione rushed over to him.

"You idiot! How did you get this?" she ordered as she stripped his muggle leather jacket off and found his blue shirt full of blood.

"Well Granger I took on four men by myself it's inevitable that something hits me," he drawled in his usual bored tone but Hermione noticed his wince and slightly tired edge to his voice.

"I'll apparated you to Mungos.." she started taking his wrist to side-along him.

"No," he stated forcefully, "No one knows I'm an auror and its an advantage, only you Potter and Weasel know, I need it that way so that I can do undercover."

"Malfoy, who cares about that, you're hurt just let me take you they don't have to know you're an auror."

"No, no," he batted her hands away struggling to stand, "I'll just heal on my own."

"Damnit Malfoy!" she grumbled, "Fine, I'll heal you, but it's going to be rough, I'm not a healer."

"No," he protested faintly as he collapsed back to the floor he had almost just vacated.

"Looks as if you don't have a choice."

It took a couple hours but she managed to heal his rather large gash. He was stubborn through the entire healing. Hermione knew how bad the spells were hurting him but he refused to scream. He held perfectly still and kept his gray intense eyes trained on her as he gripped the sides of the bed, she had levitated him to, so tight she thought he might break it.

As soon as she finished, he fell into unconsciousness. Hermione wasn't sure what to do. She could leave like she should or stay in the room. She dilly-dallied by vanishing the blood from the bed and bringing him a pillow. Then she decided that sitting in the armchair he normally sat in at night would be the best choice just in case something went wrong. So she sat and tried not to look at the sexy half-naked git laying in her bed. No matter how annoying and horrible he was she could not deny that he was probably the most fit, hell, the sexiest man she knew. His blonde, pale hair was sticking up in all directions, his lean muscles relaxed but still very, very what was the word? Nice? Delicious? Swoon-worthy? Er..no..none of those, um fit, yes fit.

Soon Hermione drifted to sleep contemplating the Malfoy enigma.

When she awoke a black-haired, bespectacled man with green eyes was standing in front of her shaking her.

"Hermione," Harry said simply.

"Oh, Harry!" she jumped out of her chair and hugged him.

"Hey Hermione, are you okay?" Harry asked pulling away to inspect her, "I got ot the ministry and four men were tied up in my containment room, I questioned one and found out that they attacked you and Malfoy sent them to the ministry?"

"Oh Harry don't worry Malfoy's been stalking me so….."

"What?" Harry demanded spinning around to hex the blonde who was not sitting on the bed still shirtless, watching them looking slightly amused.

"No, No! Merlin Harry that's not what I meant!" Harry stopped but didn't stop glaring, Malfoy just smirked at him, "I mean that he heard there were Death Eaters at large and he came across me being very un-careful so he's been kind of protecting me I guess."

Harry continued glaring but lowered his wand.

"Potter," Malfoy acknowledged him as he stood," Or should I say boy-who –wouldn't-die?"

Hermione shot him a stern glance and he rolled his eyes.

"Fine, fine, Your Majesty, I'll go take a shower and leave you two to your lovers' quarrel."

"Shut-it Malfoy," she snapped as he brushed past them and slinked out of the room and into the joint bathroom slamming the door.

"Hermione," Harry started.

"Harry no I don't want to hear it," she sighed, "Look I don't like him just as much as you, in fact probably more, but he saved my life last night and he's been watching out for me for a while, so I'm going to continue to let him do so."

Harry studied her for a moment and then sighed.

"Look Mione, I know he's changed okay? Merlin I was his partner for two years and he's the best auror we have probably better than me, but don't get mixed up with him, er, romantically you know?"

Hermione stared at her best friend in horror.

"Ew, Harry please, you know me better than that."

"I know Hermione but, well opposites attract and all that," and with that he gave her one last meaning-full look, "Now I'm going to figure out more information from those Death Eaters so we can figure out what we should do next, stay here and don't go and try and take on anyone without Malfoy."

And with that he was gone.

Hermione stared in shock at the spot her best friend had been moemtns before, there was no way he was suggesting she and Malfoy…ew…that was just gross. So he was sexy, big deal, a lot of guys were sexy that didn't mean she was going to jump the bones of all of them. And besides he was a git. There was no way they would be able to stand being nice to each other much longer than five minutes.

What was with him anyways? That whole shadow walking thing? The taking on four guys at one time? He was an enigma and she was definitely good and solving riddles. In her brooding she didn't hear said person coming out of the bathroom dripping and wearing only one of her small blue towels around his narrow hips. Finally, she noticed him after he cleared his throat and her eyes fixed onto his very well-defined abs and over the rest of him. Her mouth was open slightly as she continued to stare.

"Granger, I know I'm the sexiest man alive but do try not to drool," he drawled as he leaned against the wall, "I need to pop back to my flat and get some clothes, do you think you can avoid getting attacked again until I get back?"

She just glowered at him as he smirked and disapparated.

After she stared after him a couple of minutes and tried to talk herself down from the attraction that was definitely popping up, she decided to pick up her living room a little bit. There was another pop about ten minutes later and she rolled her eyes and didn't turn around.

"That was fast, are you fully clothed now?" she snapped.

"I was gone for a while and I'm pretty sure I've been fully clothed," Harry's voice floated back to her sounding amused.

"Oh of course Harry, I'm sorry, so what did you find out?" she asked trying to change the subject.

"Well Malfoy needs to hear this too as he obviously has given himself this case."

"Oh he went home for a moment."

Then there was a pop and a freshly muggle clothes-clad Malfoy walked into the room.

He nodded at Harry, "Potter," he acknowledged the black-haired man, and then locked eyes with Hermione and a faint smile ghosted his lips.

He merrily glared back at the blonde.

"Right, so," Harry continued giving them both weird looks, "The Death Eaters wouldn't talk about much, mainly you're all going to die, blah, blah, blah, purebloods will rise again that mubdblood was going to be made an example for the others and so on, however dumb they are there could be a real threat other than them. So, Malfoy it's your case since you pretty much assigned yourself but please Hermione just come stay with me and Ginny or something."

"Harry, I appreciate the offer but.."

"She'll stay with me Potter," Malfoy interrupted and Hermione looked up and the two men were staring at each other obviously having a silent conversation most likely using Occlumency as both men were quite adept in it.

"Excuse me," Hermione started annoyed, "You two don't have any right to tell me…"

"Hermione please? No tonly for your safety but because he needs your help with the case."

Malfoy didn't protest just fixed those stupid intense eyes on her keeping his expression indifferent.

"Alright, fine," Hermione conceded finally, feeling exhaustion from the nights events kick in.

Malfoy was still basically looking into her soul to which Hermione glared at him half-heartedly.

"Well Potter it's been a long night I'll take her to my place and get back to you in the morning about my plans."

Harry

Harry nodded and watched with knowing eyes as Malfoy lightly grasped the witch around the waist and apparated them to his flat.

Harry Potter was not sure exactly when it would happen, but they would fall for each other and when the blonde broke her heart, Harry would be there to blast his arse to smitherines.

Hermione

Hermione sent the man a glare as they arrived at his flat. She did not appreciate being man-handled into side-along apparition. Not to mention he had given her no time to grab any clothes or belongings at all. She was about to loudly voice this concern when he interrupted her.

"Granger I'll send the elves over there to grab your things tomorrow," he told her giving no room for argument, "You may borrow some clothes from me for tonight."

The brunette gaped at the blonde, slightly annoyed but mainly in shock.

"um no my clothes are fine." Hermione protested once she found her voice. But it was futile as he had already stalked down the hall of this flat toward what she assumed was his bedroom. She glanced down at her nightclothes and noticed of course they were covered in his blood. So she humpfed and crossed her arms giving herself a mental note to never let Malfoy save her again.

As she was inspecting moving pictures of Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, and a frowning Malfoy she heard some scuttling behind her. Pulling her wand out she spun around only to be knocked over by the colliding creature. Before she could curse the beast, it was licking her face.

"Mishka! Down!" Malfoy's voice ordered.

The dog, as she now realized it was after her vision went back to normal hopped off of her and happily trotted to Malfoy's side. Hermione sat up and examined the gray great dane puppy sitting next to Malfoy and trying to lick his fingers but Malfoy kept shoving her head away. It was an impossible picture the cold Malfoy with a loving goofy puppy?

"You have a puppy?" Hermione asked as she stood up.

Malfoy was still glaring at the puppy as it was trying to jump up and pull his wand out of his back pocket.

"Yes Blaise dumped the annoying thing on my hands in an attempt to "humanize" me," the blonde scowled at Mishka, "Why it continually goes for my wand I don't know."

Hermione giggled, "She thinks it's a stick," then she took out her wand and conjured a rubber stick for the large puppy.

Mishka huddled in the corner with her new toy happily chomping on it.

"She's cute," Hermione smiled at the puppy.

"Well here," Malfoy thrust a plain emerald green shirt at her and some long silver pajama pants, " shrunk them for you."

"Oh, thanks," she answered, inspecting the Slytherin colored clothes.

They stood there awkwardly for a little bit longer.

"So um, where should I change?" she asked finally.

"Right," Malfoy cleared his throat and headed in the direction of his bedroom motioning her to follow.

"You can have that room right there," he pointed to the room at the end of the hall and then entered the room across closing the door.

Hermione rolled her eyes and went into 'her room.' The walls were a grayish-green color which matched the dark mahogany king-sized bed was a silver satiny curtain that was tied to stay up. Hermione walked over to the bed to find silk green blankets and silver silk bed sheets. After glancing more around the room she found a mahogany dresser and a closet. In the other corner a dark green armchair with a foot rest sat.

It was a very pretty room and Hermione was quite surprised that Malfoy was allowing her to sleep there she had expected a closet or some such thing. After pulling on the very comfy clothes that fit her perfectly, Hermione was content to fall asleep in her princess-like bed. She fell asleep quickly with Malfoy's smell lulling her to sleep. If she had been more awake her last thought would have disturbed her. But as it was, she was sound asleep, she didn't even notice the blonde-haired Slytherin slip into her room and onto her arm chair.

Malfoy

So maybe he couldn't sleep even when she was in his house. Logically, she was safe in his flat, honestly there was no argument that he could make to his stupid mind because all it kept reminding him was that she had just been attacked, not safe, they'll figure out where she is. He wished he could just punch his stupid mind in the face. And yes he realized how ironic that was.

So, he decided that it wouldn't hurt to sit in the armchair and watch her sleep until he fell asleep himself. He could be out in the morning before she even knew he was there. He ignored his little voice again telling him he was a stalker and completely in love with Hermione Granger, because that was really absurd. He was just concerned about her well-being is all.

That was how he ended up in her arm chair fast asleep.

And at eight in the morning she woke up and he was still sprawled out on her arm-chair, shirtless and blonde hair sticking up in various ways.

Hermione

She was not quite sure what to make of the blonde. He was just sleeping in her room which was extremely creepy and weird. While she stared at him he awoke and stared back.

"Er…I thought I heard someone breaking in then I fell asleep," Malfoy grumbled as he stood and stalked out of the room.

Hermione stared after him trying to wrap her head around the reason that the man had slept in her room. She would have to lock her door from now on. Because who wanted some psycho slipping into her room every night? Even if that psycho happened to be a sexy blonde man, it didn't matter, he was Draco Malfoy and there was no way him creeping on her was going to fly.

If she was going to have to live with Malfoy there were some ground rules that needed to be addressed.