Chapter 5

Hermione awoke to sun streaming into the room from the window. Odd, she thought that something as normal as a rising sun could still be there after her world had changed so much. She carefully stretched her limbs. They were still sore, but not as much as they had been before. She rolled over to see if Malfoy was awake yet. He was asleep and shirtless. Hermione blushed; she hadn't noticed that the night before. She examined the part of him which wasn't covered by the duvet. He was so muscular and toned; he must work out a lot she thought to herself. She noticed several small silverish lines across his chest too. They looked like old scars. There were some fresher wounds too. She wondered who could have inflicted them upon him. She resolved to ask him.

"Good morning," said Malfoy tentatively. Hermione looked up and flushed, how long had he been awake? Did he know that she'd been looking at him? He reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear, making her go a slightly deeper shade of red.

"Your hair looks interesting," he said with a genuine playful smile. Hermione wasn't sure if she'd ever seen him smile before. Smirk, yes, but smile? She quickly raked her finger through her hair.

"I couldn't find a brush after I showered last night," offered Hermione.

He shook his head in amusement. "Would you like some breakfast?" Hermione nodded. He sent Elwing to go and fetch some.

"I sent out one of the elves to go and get you some clothes, so you can stop wearing mine. You can get changed after breakfast." He pointed to a door, presumably the closet.

"Thank you," said Hermione politely. Secretly, she was a little disappointed. She was rather fond on these navy cotton pyjamas. They were comfy, and smelt familiar.

"I wasn't sure what you would want," Malfoy added, "so I got you both some muggle and witch clothes. I hope that's okay."

"Yes, thank you." Hermione was rather taken aback. Last night everything had been so serious. Malfoy had been on his knees crying in front of her, and now he was smiling at her, and buying her clothes. This man was so confusing.

Breakfast arrived, and they sat up in bed and ate it. A lovely full English cooked breakfast. Hermione was usually so opposed to the use of house elves, but if they made food as good as this, she might have to make an exception. She would have to make sure to thank them later. She finished her breakfast in comfortable silence. Her thoughts drifted back to the scars on Malfoy's chest that she'd seen earlier.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Malfoy. Should she tell him? Would that be overstepping the mark?

"Whilst you were sleeping, I saw some scars on your chest…" she started.

"I don't want to talk about it," replied Malfoy, his lips forming into a tight line. He wasn't happy, and it was clear to see.

"I'm sorry," whispered Hermione, afraid that he was going to snap.

Malfoy took a deep breath and softened his expression. "So do you want to see your new clothes then?" Hermione nodded, glad for the change of subject. He climbed out of bed and offered Hermione his hand. " Come on then." Hermione took his hand. It felt soft and reassuring in hers. He led her over to the door he had pointed at earlier. Her suspicions were confirmed; though rather than being a closet it was a very large walk in wardrobe. She gasped. Malfoy chuckled at her.

The room was beautiful. There was so much space, luxurious darks woods and emerald materials just like in Malfoy's bedroom. She'd never seen a wardrobe so large. The walls were entirely hidden by closets, dressers and chest of drawers. In the middle of the room was a dark green chaise longue. At the far side of the room stood a large, ornate mirror with a gold border.

She looked up and saw herself and Malfoy's reflections. She nearly started crying again. Here she stood next to one of the most beautiful men she'd ever seen, and she looked ridiculous. His pyjamas hung loose on her lanky frame. She had bruises around her wrists and on her legs from where she'd put up a fight before she was captured. Her hair was more wild than usual – she looked like she'd been dragged through a bush backwards. Her eyes. Oh her eyes. She had massive dark circles hanging under them. The cruciatus curse had really taken its toll.

Malfoy reached, and wrapped his arm around her waist, sensing her discomfort.

"I'll let you get dressed in peace. You'll find your clothes on the left hand side of the room. I'll go find you a comb." He winked at her, and left. Did Draco Malfoy really just wink at me? She was a little shocked, but she gathered herself together; this man was not going to get the best of her. She turned to the nearest dresser on her left. She found herself some underwear. It wasn't the usual cotton she was used to, but rather lacy satin numbers. She blushed. Did Malfoy ask for them to get this? She pulled on the most inoffensive set she could find, and continued in her pursuit to find some normal clothes.

Thankfully Hermione did manage to find some normal clothes. She pulled on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie. She inwardly cringed when she caught the price tags of them, but she hastily pulled them off amd stuffed them in the pockets of her jeans. Malfoy obviously had to be extravagant even with the muggle things he purchased.

An open closet door caught her eye. It was on the right side of the room. She couldn't resist the temptation; she walked over to take a closer look. She peered inside, and saw a mixture of wizarding clothes. A grey jumper caught her eye. She reached up to touch it. It was soft and warm in her hands. She leant forward to see if it smelt as good as Malfoy's pyjamas had. It did.

"Enjoying yourself?" Malfoy asked from the doorway. "Uh oh" thought Hermione.