"What the FUCK are you doing here?!"
Hermione paid no mind to the little ears listening in.
"Apparently I'm your new helper," Draco sneered. "I'm just as pissed about it as you are."
Hermione clapped her hands over the littlest resident's ears. "Don't swear in front of the children!"
"You did," Draco pointed out with a smirk.
Hermione ignored this truth, and asked him to prove it. He handed over his identity card and instructions to head to this very house.
"Shit."
Hermione felt as though her stomach had dropped way too low in her body, and she felt nauseous as she single-handedly rearranged the rooms so that Malfoy would have his own room. The eldest kids were not too pleased about having to share, but hey, she pointed out, hopefully they would be rescued there very soon anyway. They closed their mouths and looked hopeful, which warmed Hermione's heart, but also made her sad; she would miss these kids once it was all over. The past couple of months had been heart breaking, but also amazing.
"Are you gonna help me out, you know, like you're supposed to?" Hermione called out to Draco, who was lounging on a couch reading a book.
"Nah, you seem to have it under control, Granger."
Hermione was seething. Who the fuck did he think he was? Why was he even here? She had seen his mansion, and she knew he hated work, so why would he be at a refugee camp?
Whatever, she had been doing it alone for months anyway. Still, he ought to be doing what he was here for. "Well could you at least light the fire or something?"
"Nah, I'm warm."
Hermione saw red. She stormed over to the punkass little blond slime and pointed in his face. "It's not about YOU," she jabbed him in the forehead. "It's about the kids. You know? The ones you were hired to look after?"
"I didn't ask to be here, Granger."
"Go back to your fucking mansion you purist piece of shit," Hermione hissed.
Draco stood up with a smirk on his face. "Can't. What's for dinner?"
Hermione used her wand to light the fire, and huffed off to the kitchen. She leaned over the bench and put her head on her arms, her bushy brown hair tickling them. Her life was going downhill again. Malfoy made her sick. Not only was he an absolute fuckwit, but he was dangerous. She didn't trust him, and was concerned for the kids. She felt a tug on her jeans.
"'Mione, wha's for dinna?"
Hermione sank down in an armchair and closed her eyes. She had done the dishes, cleaned the bathroom, and read everyone to sleep. Another long, and exhausting (yet rewarding) day was over. Now she had to figure out what to do about Draco. She heard his footsteps coming into the room and flinched. She did not trust him. She sighed heavily.
"Why are you here?"
She opened her eyes and saw him smirk, but it seemed off. He seemed… off somehow. He was still a complete asshole, but she thought there was pain(?) in his eyes. She knew that no one had escaped the war unscathed, and even Draco and been forever traumatised. "He deserves it," she thought viciously.
Draco chuckled and turned around. "Night, Mudblood."
Hermione went to bed, but slept fitfully. She did not want to risk falling into a deep sleep, and having the blond ferret doing something that could harm the kids.
Hermione smacked her fist on the desk of the man in charge of the camp.
"What do you MEAN you can't get Malfoy moved out of my house? I don't trust him. I am legitimately SCARED for our safety."
The boss sighed. "I am sorry, Miss Granger, but I don't think you have any reason to fear Mr Malfoy. He seems to have genuinely changed, and he has nowhere else to go. I will talk to him about his lack of help, though. You need to go back to your school duties now please."