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It was 7:10 and someone was finally knocking on the door. Draco sighed, she's so late! He opened the door, having that same smirk that he even knew she hated. He saw it in her eyes how she wanted to murder him every time he did it.
"Well, you got your bags? I mean, you're pretty early, but..."
"How funny. No, I'm here to take my kids. Hope they weren't a bother."
"No, they weren't. It was fascinating, really. Never really had kids over the house, quite interesting."
She was observing his house as he was speaking, "Well yeah, I'm not surprised, your house is scary looking, probably freak out the kids that try to come here."
He was about to make up a witty remark, but her kids came running down the stairs with Scorpius. "Heya, mom!" the kids both said, and she was almost in shock when she saw Rose laughing and smiling too, and actually have enthusiasm in her voice. It scared her a little bit that Rose was so comfortable with Malfoy. They both said their goodbyes to Scorpius and dad as they went off into the car and Scorpius went back upstairs after greeting Hermione.
"See you later." Draco said as she was turning her feet around.
She smiled, but made it vanish before he could see. "In an hour, definitely. Be ready." And after that, she finally turned back to go to her car.
They were both smiling, but for different reasons. For Hermione, she was smiling because maybe she could make a new friend, even though her identity is a mystery. And as for Malfoy, his smirk was for that he would find out who she was in an hour, no matter if she wanted him to know or not.
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"So how was it there?" Hermione asked, rather curious to know what made them really happy. Did he put drugs in the drinks or something? Why was everyone so damn happy with him?
"It was so much fun!" Hugo shouted, telling Hermione every detail of what he did, which was basically eating chips, playing video games and making chaos. Rose just looked back down to her new book she bought this week, just mumbling the word 'fine' and that's it. She desperately wanted to go back to the Hogwart's year books, but she didn't want to put herself in a state that her mother would probably yell at her.
Hermione wasn't please with Rose's answer, she knew there was more to that. She never saw Rose smile that genuine before, she wanted to know what made her like this all of a sudden. Was it Scorpius? She wouldn't be that surprised. She let Hugo keep talking all the way back home, since his stories really do go on forever, until you fall asleep. When she pulled up to the driveway, Hugo hopped out of the car and Rose held onto her backpack like it was her baby. She ran into the house and in her room, ignoring her father's welcome back. If only she could tell him what she knew now.
It was then when Hermione came in, Ron got nervous. She didn't say hi. She was still mad? It's been hours. He waited for Hugo to get something to eat and Hermione told him to do his homework upstairs. Reluctantly, he went to his room.
"Hermione, lemme explain. I did not mean a w-"
"I know, I know," Hermione said, not looking at him. She didn't know how to break it to him that she wouldn't be here tonight.
"I'm sorry, 'mione." He said, and that's when she finally looked at him. She heard this all to much before, but she kept her mouth shut. She sat down onto the couch, and looked at the television.
With being calm as possible, she said, "It's okay, really. It's just… I made plans with a friend of mine, Brenda. I'm staying over her house tonight. Wake up the kids tomorrow, thanks."
"What?!" Ron yelled, and Hermione expected this answer. She knew he wouldn't be happy with this answer. "If this is getting me back from today, it's stupid! Don't take it this far, Hermione. There's no need too."
She got back up again, "You know, I really need to be going soon. I'll be back tomorrow. Love you, Ronald."
"Hermio-"was all she heard before she shut the door in back of her. She tried her best to push all of her thoughts aside. She knew Rose wasn't going to be happy, being awake by Ron tomorrow.
She felt her phone vibrate once again. It was Ronald, once again. She rolled her eyes. She ignored the call, not just because she didn't want to talk to him for the rest of the night, but that it was illegal in the Muggle world.
She turned on her radio, and classical music came on. This was what she needed- a couple hours of peace. Her mouth formed into a smile, this was good.
She had forgotten her clothes and everything else at her house. Out of everything, she hoped Malfoy had an extra toothbrush. She had a good dental record, since her parents were always up her arse about it.
She was surprised to go through this. When she saw Ron apologizing to her, she felt really bad. Could she officially say her and Malfoy were friends? It was weird enough to her that she was going over his house like they were already best friends.
She felt her pocket moving a little bit, her phone was going off once again. It was Ron, no surprise. With much annoyance, she finally answered her phone.
"Yes, Ron?" she answered, she was happy no one else was on the road either. She was only a couple blocks away from Malfoy's house.
"I miss you," he said, "I love you."
She almost felt sick to her stomach of what she was doing to him, making him like this. She almost saw Malfoy's house now. "And same, Ronald. You're acting like I'm dead. I'll be home tomorrow. But honestly, I have to go. Bye." And with that, she hung up. She didn't want to hear his voice anymore, it was making her regret ever leaving.
When she was finally there, she got out of her car and made her way up to the door. She was about to knock when she noticed the door was already opened. He knew she was going to come, whether she felt bad or not. He was a smart man.
She suddenly felt the warmth embrace her. It gradually became really hot. When Malfoy came close, she was felt like her body was on fire. He stood there, with an amusing smirk on his face.
"What the hell!" she nearly screamed, "What is this!?" As he took a step closer, she almost wanted to die. "Make it stop, NOW!"
He had to laugh a little bit before he mumbled something and it suddenly stopped. She felt lightheaded and she really had an urge to leave the house and punch his face.
"What was that?!" she demanded as she was face to face with him. He had no fear in his face, as he knew she couldn't hurt him.
"Really, thought you should know," he said, "I guess you're not a smart witch."
She gasped. "Estus veneficus." She murmured to herself, "Of course there was more than just being nice. You wanted to just know more? Well, you're not. Goodbye."
"So, you're the smart one," he said, and he nodded in approval. "And actually, I wasn't planning to do any of this, it was your daughter who kept talking and made me notice."
"Rose talked to you? Like, a lot?" she said, astonished. "She hardly speaks a word to anyone. About what exactly?"
"She saw my Hogwart yearbooks, she was very fascinated. That's all I'm saying. Who are you now, miss little witch?"
She hesitated, not knowing what to do. He finally figured out that she was a witch, wasn't that enough clues to know? She guessed he wanted her to say it. "You don't want to know," she whispered, kind of scared of what his reaction might be. "You're not going to like it."
He took his thumb to her chin and made her look at him. "Tell me." He said, it was a demand, she saw it in his eyes.
"Hermione Granger!" she yelled, as she pushed his hand away and was about to turn around to get to the door, but Malfoy was closer. He blocked her from it. "What?" she asked, with an attitude. Inside, she was scared for her life. "You now know, you're disgusted, can I go now?"
"Was it that hard to tell me?" he asked. Her eyes widen, was he not mad? Disgusted? Pissed off? Sick to his stomach that he even tried to associate with her?
"You're… you're not mad."
"Of course I'm damn angry!" he yelled. She took a step back. She didn't expect that. "You couldn't of just told me? I already had my suspicions before I even talked to you, when I just saw you. It was final when I saw your daughter keep looking at your pictures. I'm mad you kept me waiting." He hissed.
She knew she should be really scared right now. But right now, she had the wrong thought. She thought he looked really…sexy when he said that. She shook that head out before he took her by the wrist, very tightly. She thought it might be bruise by tomorrow, but she didn't mind at the moment, her head was bouncing off the walls.
"You have work tomorrow?"
"No."
He grinned. "Great. Me either. Let's go out."
"Where?" she asked, but he was already heading to his car, and she followed him without thinking. She never did any sorts of fun for years now, maybe this would be fun.
He revved up his car. "A favorite place of mine, the people are nice there. I'm figuring you have no fun whatsoever."
"I would like that, I don't really have much fun now," she agreed. "Hey, Malfoy."
No answer. "Malfoy?"
He kept his eye on the road. "If you need to know, I don't like when people address me from my last
name. I ignore them, if you didn't notice."
"Draco," she said, and coming from her lips, it was weird. She hasn't said that name in so long, especially to his face. "Why weren't you mad? You hated me."
"How old was I, Eighteen? I've grown. I mean, look where I'm living, in a Muggle world! Everything changes."
"Oh. Well, if you had your suspicions already, why did you give me your number in the first place? Why did you want to get to know me better?"
"Do you always ask so many questions, Granger? Or is it Weasley?"
"That's not fair. I want you to call me Hermione."
"Fine." He said, and that was all he said. They both remained silent, and it wasn't that awkward. She felt somewhat safe with Malfoy in the car, she was even surprise that he learned how to drive one so well.
"I hope you're not the party pooper," he said, as his car was finally slowing down. It was some sort of fancy bar. "None of us really like that."
"It'll get some used to," she said as she got out of the car, with Malfoy right by her side when going inside.
" 'ey Draco!" a lot of people said in unison. Hermione was shocked by how many people adored him here, and how she was a part of it. She was afraid to leave his side, so she grabbed onto his arm. He looked at her, and when she saw that he noticed, she took her hand off of him.
"No," he said, as he grabbed her hand, "I'd advise you to stay as close as possible to me. She didn't argue with it, this place seemed really fancy, but freaky.
They both sat down, it was a big booth table, with already about six people in it. They happily let them both sit next to them, as they all started conversation. Hermione spoke and laughed, it was all going fine.
"I can't believe Draco brought a girl, Nancy." A lady whispered to another. Hermione over heard this, and began to ease drop. "He hasn't for years."
"I know," the other lady replied. "I do hope they're something, it would be kind of trashy to bring someone here if they're not."
She was going to listen to more of the conversation, but Draco squeezed her hand from under the table. She suddenly had her attention to him and the other guys.
"As I was asking," the guy was talking to Malfoy, "you guys…couple?"
He looked at her. Apparently, everyone was. Even the nosy ladies right next to her. She didn't want to make Malfoy look bad, did he? Would he get mad if she said the wrong answer? Of course.
"Yeah," she said, and Malfoy's squeezed turned softer again. She sighed in relief, she was guessing that was the right answer, and that he was seriously killing her hand.
"Yeah, go you, finally!" the guys said, which made Hermione giggle a little bit. Draco rolled his eyes.
"I don't believe it for anything." A girl who wasn't even talking to begin with said. Everyone suddenly looked at her.
"Emily!" a guy- Hermione was guessing it was her husband- "that's horrible! You need to know to keep your mouth shut."
She looked at Hermione and smiled, slyly. "Did you notice how long it took her to answer? How tense Draco got when Harold asked? Of course they're playing some sick game."
Hermione kept her mouth shut, and now her grip got tight on his.
"Well, there's an easy solution," Emily said when everyone was now skeptical about their relationship, "let them kiss."
Draco's and Hermione's eyes widen. They both looked at each other. "She never liked public affection, Emily. You're being very idiotic right now."
"No, I'm being smart. Just kiss her if you guys are going out, is it hard?"
Malfoy looked at Hermione. Her face was paler than a ghost. "Sorry," he said right before he pecked her on the lips, but Hermione knew that moron Emily wouldn't believe. She brought Malfoy back to her mouth, as she closed her eyes and let his tongue enter her mouth. She moaned a little bit, as he brought his hands to her scalp, trying to deepen the kiss.
"Oh my god, I guess I was wrong, fuck." Emily mumbled, and Draco and Hermione immediately stopped.
"I seriously have to go," Draco announced as he grabbed Hermione back outside. Her head was in to many places to be able to think straight. He pushed her onto his car, and she finally got back to reality. She… made out with Malfoy! She cheated. She felt a tear form in her eye, of course he saw it, she didn't even care.
"I didn't mean that, I swear. I didn't even know that would happen. Emily's a stubborn bitch."
"It's okay, honestly. I didn't want to get you in trouble." She said, as she wiped her tear away. "Can we go back to your house? I'm really feeling tired."
She didn't even have to ask. He drove faster than ever back to his house, and they were there back in no time. They talked very little; Hermione's thoughts were all over the place. Malfoy actually kissed her, but she allowed it back?
He showed her to the guest room, it was very big for a guest room, but it felt lonely. She never slept alone in so long now, it felt very weird. He could see this from her eyes. "Uh, do you want to sleep in my bed? It's big enough for four, not even exaggerating."
She laughed. "I wouldn't be surprised. Look at your house, it's freakishly huge."
"Some one's a bit jealous, yeah?" he asked, she rolled her eyes.
And right at that moment, they were alright again. It was like nothing ever happened, and she somewhat was happy about that. She didn't want her friendship with Malfoy to be ruined over a kiss.
She accepted him as a friend now, and vice versa. It was amazing how easily he took when he knew who she was. They both said their goodnights as he turned off his lights. Their backs were next to each other, it was the best thing for the moment, even though she missed how she usually slept, she didn't complain.
There was something that ruined the night though, she was thinking. It was when she was crying. Draco got it wrong, she wasn't crying because she cheated, not even close. She was crying because she never really wanted to leave his mouth.
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