I've been asked why Ron's always a prat and a traitor and I can't answer for anyone else but I don't like him too much and he's just easier to make him that way than another character-and some of you might be thinking "Snape" right now but I love the guy, I couldn't do that to him.

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"Right. Um, how long are you keeping me here."

He grinned wickedly. "Until your better."

"And, wh-who's bedroom am I in?" She almost didn't want to know.

"Mine."

That's what she was afraid of. This was going to be an interesting stay.

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Chapter 7-First Weeks

Hermione woke up like she had the past few days, burying her face in his pillow and breathing in his delicious scent. She sighed into it and got up to take her first shower. She let the warm water run over her body, it felt good to be clean. She got out and wrapped the towel around her and wondered what she could change into. When she got to the bed there was a pile of neatly folded clothes and a little note:

For your first day out of bed.

She shook out the clothes and held them up. She giggled, they were beautiful but she was positive she had never worn anything so…. grown up. She shrugged and dressed then glanced in the full length mirror. She gasped. Wow. She looked good. The shirt had a sharp V-neck that dropped nearly to her naval and had a camisole that started just low enough to show some cleavage. The back swooped low enough to show off her shoulder blades. The pants were just like the other ones all the other fancy magical people wore, only these showed off the modest curve from her hips to her shapely thighs. Was she really supposed to go see him in these?

Taking a deep breath she turned and left the room walking down two flights of stairs to reach the living room, where she could see the back of his head in a chair. She made her way silently across the room until she was almost behind him and then he stood up and turned. She watched almost anxiously for his reaction. She saw his lips part and a smile creep on to his lips.

"Quite fetching Miss. Granger."

She tried a seductive grin. "Why thank you Mr. Malfoy. I believe there is one blonde wizard to thank for my attire."

"Oh really? Well I believe he says you're welcome."

Hermione took the last few steps to the couch and sat down and was surprised when he took the spot next to her. He leaned back against the couch and began his usual round of morning questions.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better, especially now that I can move around. I really felt trapped."

He smiled. "Sore still?"

"Yeah, but not enough for that disgusting potion." She replied hurriedly.

"Breakfast?"

"Sounds good."

"And you would like?"

"Surprise me."

It was the first time she hadn't requested anything specific and he eyed her curiously. She looked up to meet his eyes. Almost suddenly she was captured by them. How could she have not noticed those spectacular silvery gray eyes? They were drawing her in, trapping her, enticing her and claiming her.

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Lucius saw her learn towards him unconsciously, her eyes locked on his. He lowered his gaze to her lips, considering. He noticed the heavy rise and fall of her chest, and he could hear her breathless pants. He would do it- softly, lightly, and barely there.

He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers once. But what he didn't expect was his own want. He leaned in again and touched his lips to hers, leaving them there. If only he could taste her… But no, not yet. He felt her lips open just slightly below his and he jerked back.

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As soon as his lips were gone Hermione felt an empty ache. Why had he pulled away? She looked down at her hands as she placed them in her lap. They sat in silence for a long while before he slowly got up and walked to his kitchen. She heard him fumble around making breakfast and she sighed.

What more should she have expected? They had only had three days together and up until now she was on bed rest. What did want? More? She had never kissed anyone like that before, lovingly and intimate almost. She dropped her face to her hands and stayed like that until he called her for breakfast.

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Two more weeks passed with the awkward silence between them. Hermione couldn't stand it, she had always felt comfortable around Malfoy senior and now they were hardly in the same room together. She put herself back on bed rest, only getting up to go to the bathroom or eat when the aromas of thee delicious foods he cooked reached her room.

That morning Lucius watched her walk down the stairs and felt the now familiar pang in his chest. He sighed when they sat in silence, once again no longer talking.

"Uh, Miss. Granger?"

Hermione jumped before replying. "Yes?"

"I-I'll be out for the day, groceries and what not." Hermione just nodded. "Um, if you really need me for anything I'll know." Hermione just nodded again.

He stood up and, against his better judgment, put a hand on her shoulder before leaving the house. Hermione watched him go and once he was out the door she jumped up to look through the window and watch him walk to the apparation point. Once he was gone she sighed and went up stairs, she was going to explore his house. Go through his things.