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Chapter Four: Wedding Shocks.
Hermione turned restlessly in her bed unable to drift back off to sleep before sitting up in annoyance. Ugh! She hated it when she felt like she needed more sleep but was incapable to act on it. She thought, running her hands through her curls and yawning.
What a strange dream? She thought to herself. Why would I dream Draco Malfoy came to my house and was sleeping on the floor of my bedroom? Then she looked at her floor. That's why! It wasn't a dream. She sighed sadly to herself. Of course she knew she hadn't dreamed it but if by some miracle it hadn't happened she wouldn't have mind, actually she would be downright pleased if he disappeared and this was forgotten-or better yet, never happened! But it's happening in real life so deal with it! She told herself sternly.
Slowly she crawled to the end of her bed and looked down on his sleeping form. He shifted slightly in his sleep, muttering nonsense before being still once more. She wondered about what she'd heard people say 'in sleep men and women look like boys and girls of innocence' and whether she thought there was truth in it or just people's hopeful thoughts in a world like the one she and everyone she cared for lived in. Still, she liked that he wasn't smirking or scowling, as was the norm for him. He was relaxed, calm. No lines and a slight smile…it made her smile too at him.
You know, he's quite cute asleep-Shut up Hermione and wake up. He's Draco bloody Malfoy, he will never be cute! She frowned to herself. Feeling as though she should do something to rid that thought from her head, she leaned backwards and grabbed the stale glass of water off her bedside that she'd brought up two nights ago and hadn't gotten round to moving yet, an idea forming in her clever head.
Slowly she tipped the glass so only droplets dripped down onto his forehead at an irregular pace, but before long it turned to drops dripping quicker and quicker then suddenly as he seemed to stir, finally she turned the glass fully over and soaked him.
"What the hell!" He gasped, spluttering and wiping at the moisture on his face.
"Morning Malfoy." She laughed quickly putting the glass down and going back to hovering over him as he lay there fuming and smoothing his white blonde hair back from his eyes.
"What do you think you're playing at?" He seethed.
"Wake up call." She shrugged with a smile, supressing a giggle.
"I told you not to wake me! Are you stupid-" He was cut off as she tried to slap him but he caught her hand in time, "Did you just try to slap me?" He asked incredulously.
"Get. Off. Me. No one calls me stupid!" She hissed and tried to pull back but she got tangled in her sheets and ended up toppling over the end of her bed and on top of Malfoy-just the opposite of her plans, "Why are you laughing?" She demanded as he chuckled under her.
"I'm living the dream now, waking up with a girl on top of me." He quirked his eyebrows at her.
"Pervert." She spat and stood up removing her twisted sheets from her legs, smoothing her pyjamas and hair.
"No, just a man." He smirked amused at seeing the strictly controlled Granger flustered.
"Ugh." She looked at him in disdain.
"Come on now Granger, don't tell me you've never dreamed of this." He smirked.
"Don't be disgusting."
"That means yes."
"Don't be crude!"
"Then don't be a prude all your life Granger, lighten up a bit will you!"
"Huh." She snorted indignantly-Prude my aunt Bertha! She huffed to herself how dare him? I am not prude!
"And while we're at it, why did you decide to pour water on me in my sleep?" He asked no longer as angry as before having seen Hermione rattled.
"I told you, wake up call." She shrugged simply and made her bed.
"A simple 'wake up' would have been nice."
"But not nearly as much fun." She smiled and walked out the room.
"Hermione? Is that you?" Jean asked stepping out of her room dressed in a yellow skirt suit and matching fascinator.
"Oh mum, you look amazing!" She gushed and hugged her.
"Thank you darling."
"Wow! Mrs Granger, you look spectacular this morning." Malfoy emerged from Hermione's room-luckily having put the pyjama shirt on again-she would have died of embarrassment if he had come out bare chest, the implications! "What's the occasion, may I ask?"
"Peter and I are going to an all adult wedding today of a friend of mine and please call me Jean."
"All adult?" Unfamiliar with the concept-weddings in the Wizarding World invited every one of every age you knew. Muggles…He sighed I will never understand them.
"Yes, so Hermione's got to stay home sadly." She frowned.
"It's okay mum." Hermione patted her mum's shoulder-having gone over this before.
"I just hate to leave you for so long when you're hardly ever home, especially alone, we miss you not being around and what if something happens, what would we do?" Jean worried.
"It won't mum."
"You don't know that Hermione, you hear about it all the time on the news."
"Mum, I'm perfectly capable of caring for myself."
"I know, I just worry about you honey."
"I know you do mum. But I have magic on my side remember?"
"Actually, I was going to ask Draco if he would stay with you." Jean eyed Draco hopefully.
"Now, mum, I'm fine alone." Hermione insisted. Was someone deliberately trying to ruin her life! I mean come on, give a girl a break!
"Would you Draco?" Ignoring her daughter Jean pressed on.
"Sure." Malfoy smiled at her, knowing by doing this was getting revenge on Granger, however childish it sounded-no one woke up Draco Malfoy and didn't pay for it.
"Great, we shouldn't be too late. Thank you Draco." Jean patted his cheek before walking downstairs happily. Jean felt a weight lifted unlike her daughter who was positively seething now.
"What the hell have you done?" Hermione rounded on him angrily.