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Chapter Three: Sleepover nightmare.
Hermione remained silent for the rest of the night as her parents and Malfoy watched television-she'd broken her silence to explain it to him briefly. Her thoughts in turmoil. Oh my gosh! What is happening? Why is Draco Malfoy staying at my house? The tirade whirled around her head again and again as she tried to make sense of the situation. At least they weren't talking! Her parents weren't the biggest talkers in the world and for once she was glad.
As soon as the clock struck nine she deemed it late enough to be bedtime and got up from her place on the couch, where she had spent the evening thinking of reasons for Malfoy to leave but nothing came to mind. None that her mother would accept anyway.
"Where are you going darling?" Jean asked.
"I'm tired." She said simply with a shrugged and hugged both her parents, "Night, love you."
"Hermione?" Her mum followed her out.
"Yes."
"Are you okay?"
"Of course." She smiled.
"You seem distant…"
"I'm fine mum." She hugged her again before walking up the stairs. Hermione stopped half way up, "Uh, mum?"
"Yes honey."
"Where's he sleeping?"
"In your room."
"What?"
"I'm sure you are both old enough and sensible enough to be trusted in sharing a room with each other."
"What?" She repeated in a daze.
"Do you mind sleeping on the floor, because we shouldn't expect our guests to sleep on the floor?"
"Of course not." She mumbled.
"Thank you Hermione, there's some things in the airing cupboard."
"Okay." She muttered and walked away.
Draco watched as Jean walked back in.
"Draco?"
"Yes." He turned to her.
"You'll be sharing a room with Hermione, is that okay?"
"Yes."
"Good. Hermione agreed you could have her bed and she'd be on the floor." She smiled and sat back down.
"I think I'll go to bed then, so I won't disturb Hermione later." He nodded.
"Goodnight dear." Jean smiled and he walked out.
"What's going on?" Draco asked as Hermione climbed into the bed-he had guessed which room was hers by hearing movement inside.
"Your bedding is there." She pointed to them on the floor, "Night Malfoy."
"Do you have anything I can change into?" He asked.
"For goodness sake." She muttered and walked out the room and returned a moment later with an old set of her father's clothing, "You know where the bathroom is, there's an old toothbrush on the side for you."
"Thanks." He muttered and walked out.
Huh. Not one word about the sleeping arrangements? This 'nice' Malfoy was scaring her.
"Oh my gosh." Hermione laughed when Malfoy walked through the door in her father's pyjamas.
"What?" He looked down at himself.
"I'm sorry but that's too funny." She tried to cover her laughter with her hand.
"What's funny?" He muttered and grabbed the covers and pillow from the floor and tried to make a bed.
"You can't make a bed?" She laughed again as he struggled to make it.
"I never had to." He grumbled.
"Come here." She climbed out of bed and got hold of the covers.
Silently he watched as she made the bed for him. He had never noticed before-except at the Yule Ball, but he wouldn't acknowledge that at the time-but Granger had actually got a figure. The perfect figure actually-hourglass but not too skinny in the middle, and because she didn't appear to put any effort into it, it made it so much more appealing.
"Thanks." He mumbled as she straightened up-finished.
"You're welcome." She murmured back before climbing back into bed, "Hang on one second, what are you doing?" She stared in horror as he undid his shirt and tossed it aside.
"What?" He glanced at himself, "I never sleep in a shirt. I only put it on because it would be inappropriate for me to be wandering around your house with your parents in without one."
"Well, men wear shirts here."
"I'm not about to change my nightly habits."
"Just put it on!"
"No."
"Malfoy!" She watched as he climbed into his bed.
"Night Granger." He sighed.
"Night." She closed her eyes deciding not to argue it much more-it was useless and draining and giving her a headache.
"What time do you normally wake up?" He asked suddenly.
"My parents get up early but I normally sleep in if I can…don't worry I won't wake you." She smirked.
"Right." He rolled his eyes-not trusting her not to wake him.
"What, scared you won't get your beauty sleep?"
"Don't need it." He said supremely.
"Yeah, because you're so modest."
"It's part of the Malfoy charm."
"What Malfoy charm?"
"Ha ha Granger, even you can't deny it."
"Whatever Malfoy." She rolled her eyes, "Can I ask you something?"
"Go on then." He chuckled.
"Can I look at your wand?"
"Excuse me?"
"No, not like that you perverted freak, your wand." She sat up and looked at him lay on the floor at the foot of her bed.
"Why?"
"Just do it."
"You're missing a word."
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Please can I see your wand?"
"There you go." He chuckled and took out his wand and held it out to her.
"Don't make me slap you like in Third Year."
"Like you could." Malfoy teased lightly.
"I did before." She giggled as she climbed out of bed and pulled out her trunk.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see." She told him sternly and opened it up.
"Come on Granger." He sighed.
"There we go." She put his wand on top of her things and slammed the trunk shut.
"What did you do that for?"
"Now I feel much safer." She smiled at him and climbed back into bed.
"What the hell Granger, give me my wand!"
"Nope."
"Granger-"
"Listen Malfoy, if you're staying your wand stays in there until you leave, got it, I won't put my family in danger."
"Why would your family be in danger?"
"You're here."
"Way to judge."
"Either way, it stays there."
"Yeah, but you've got your wand."
"I haven't."
"Yeah right."
"For goodness sake Malfoy, my parents are Muggles! Do you think I can carry my wand freely around here? Where Muggles live!"
"The brightest Witch of our age and she doesn't carry her wand?"
"Yep."
"Whatever Granger, just give me my bloody wand!"
"Nope."
"Granger…"
"Malfoy…" She mimicked him.
"This is beyond a joke, just give it me."
"No."
"I'll get it then." He sighed and pulled out her trunk as she watched on in amusement.
"You won't."
"Yeah, watch me." He muttered as he pulled at the locks, "What the hell Granger!"
"Calm down Malfoy." She smiled smugly.
"Give me my damn wand!" He snarled.
"No, I told you, for the duration of your stay it stays there."
"It's not like I can use it! It's against the law."
"Actually, it's not."
"What?"
"The law no longer applies at seventeen."
"Right." There went that plan.
"Just go to bed."
"Not until I get my wand Granger."
"You're not getting your wand." She stood up in front of him-toe to toe, "When you leave you can have it but until then no." Hopefully this would mean he wouldn't stay…or at least not for long. Being a Pureblood he would be used to his wand so he'd want it worse than she did hers.
"Listen Granger, I won't hurt anyone, just give me my wand." He pressed her up against the door with a bang and she swallowed loudly. He was taller and stronger than her. Her hands curled into fists and she stared defiantly at him.
"Hermione? Draco? Is everything alright up there?" Jean called as she climbed up the stairs.
"Everything's fine mum." Hermione yelled back.
"You sure, I heard a bang."
"Yeah, I just knocked a book on the floor."
"Okay." Her footsteps passed the room and they heard a door shut.
"Back off." She hissed.
"My wand." He growled back.
"Unless you want me to slap you again I suggest you back off!"
"Not until you agree to give me my wand."
"Goodnight Hermione." Peter said as he passed and a door opened and closed.
"My parents have come up now, so unless you want a scene, then I suggest you back off and calm the hell down." She told him.
"Fine." He stepped back and she moved away and sat on her bed.
"Malfoy, just go to bed." She whispered.
"Whatever Granger." He groused as he lay down on the floor.
"Night." She mumbled and climbed into bed more than shook up by the fact she had, not moments ago, been threatened in her own room. Add to the fact her school bully was sleeping in here with her, she was thoroughly unsettle, so she flicked on her bedside lamp and read for a while.
About an hour later Malfoy moved for the first time and sat up and saw her reading.
"Should have known." He shook his head.
"Malfoy!" She gasped, "Don't do that."
"Sorry for scaring you." He frowned.
"Whatever."
"Look Granger, I'm…sorry I kicked off like that. I'm not used to not having my wand." He muttered uncomfortable so all retorts fell away and Hermione sighed in defeat.
"It's okay." She whispered, "I understand."
"How?"
"I'm a Muggle-born Malfoy; I can't use Magic at home."
"Ah."
"Yeah."
"I forgot."
"Doesn't matter…but you're still not having your wand back." She sighed.
"Okay, but I want it back tomorrow."
"You leave tomorrow and you'll get your wand back."
"Fine." He sighed and lay back down, "Night Granger."
"Night Malfoy." With that she put her book on her bedside table and turned off the lamp.