A/N: Thanks to Impulse53669, I was able to break through my writers block. Thanks again Impulse'.
Draco peeled himself off the covers of his bed, and sluggishly began to get dressed. He was right; he hadn't gotten a wink last night. Bloody Granger.
He made his way down the stairs to the kitchen hoping there was a pumpkin pastry was left. He knew it wasn't good for him, but he honestly didn't care anymore, he was Granger's bodyguard for Merlin's sake. He couldn't get any lower.
"Malfoy, I that you?" he heard Granger call cautiously. He rolled his eyes.
"No, I am a terrifying Death Eater eager to eat your small intestines!" Draco drawled, trudging into the kitchen with his hands up in the air. Hermione huffed, and sat down her wand.
"Malfoy, that's a zombie, or an Inferi I suppose. But a Death Eater is much different. You see. They have white-blond hair, pale skin, grey eyes-,"
"Hey." Draco cut her off. She just smiled slightly, and continued eating her pastry; her pumpkin pastry. Draco growled.
"Is this your job? Irritating me?" Draco groaned, plopping into the chair across from Hermione. Hermione looked insulted.
"No, if it had it my way, I wouldn't be here in the first place! I'd much rather be at the Burrow with Ron-," she blushed at this and became even more flustered. "But no, they don't have any room because 'Lav Lav' is there. And just my luck, I have to be the one who gets targeted. I don't even know why! And the fact that Harry sent me here? No clue."
Draco leant back in surprise; he'd never seen Granger pop her top before. Sure, he'd seen her overcome with grief plenty of times. But real, bottled up anger? Never.
"Well, Granger, is it your time of the month?" he smirked, raising his eyebrows. Hermione's face was suddenly clear of emotion.
"Yes, Malfoy, it is. And if you make another comment like that again, I will gladly hex your pasty skin off. Now, get your coat. We're going shopping, you have absolutely nothing in your kitchen, and I cook when I'm stressed. As well as knit." Hermione said softly, looking him in the eye the whole time, and fondling her wand. Draco gulped, but regained his composure.
"And why must I come with you?" he asked, getting out of his chair to look in his cupboard to prove her claim.
"Harry's orders, you're my bodyguard, remember? Now stop trying to prove me wrong by looking at cobwebs, and go get your coat." She demanded, pulling her own coat, which she'd been sitting on, around her slim shoulders. She wasn't wearing anything special, just a plain white wizard tunic, a long red skirt, and the usual robes.
Draco rolled his eyes yet again as he pulled his dress robes out of his closet. Her attire was completely inappropriate for going out in public.
"Let's go then." Hermione nodded, stepping out of the door with Draco. Hermione held out her hand stiffly. Draco stared at it as if it was the plague. "Oh come on, we've got to hold hands if we're going to apparate together."
"Fine." Draco sighed, and he grasped her hand in his. They turned on the spot.