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Chapter Five: Party Notes.
"Right, Jean come on, we better be off." Peter emerged in a grey suit and yellow tie from the master bedroom as Hermione glared at a smiling Draco.
"Have a nice time." Draco nodded to her parents.
"Thanks." Peter nodded too, planted a kiss on Hermione's head and jogged downstairs.
"Hermione?" Jean called upstairs.
"Yes mum." She replied and walked down to her.
"We won't stay late, love you." She hugged her.
"Love you mum." Hermione kissed her mum's cheek.
"Thank you Draco." Jean smiled and patted his cheek again, "Take care of her and don't have too much fun." She gave Hermione a stern look.
"Mum!" She frowned.
"Love you." And her parents left.
"Right, go." Hermione gestured to the door.
"I can't, your mum said I had to look after you."
"Fine." Hermione ran up the stairs and threw open her trunk and grabbed her wand and his, "Here, go." She handed him his wand before levelling her wand with his face.
"Calm down Granger, I told your mother I would take care of you and I will."
"Go! I'll tell her some story of why you had to leave now, shoo."
"I'm not a cat Granger."
"Just go away."
"Nope, I don't break promises."
"So, you're not going to leave?" She twisted her wand slightly.
"No." He toyed with his not seeming concerned of being threatened by her.
"You're a prat, you know that right?"
"Whatever gets you through the day Granger."
"Just stay out of my way." She muttered and walked away.
"And if not?"
"Don't try me." She threatened before jogging downstairs.
"Hey, Granger?"
"What Malfoy!"
"Jees…calm down; I just want to know about some clothes I could borrow?"
"Ugh!" She stomped into her parents' room and dug out her dad's old clothes and threw them at him.
"What is this?" He asked holding up a pink Hawaiian shirt her dad had won in a raffle once for charity and had never worn.
"A pink Hawaiian shirt." She giggled.
"Funny. Maybe something less ridiculous."
"No."
"Don't be difficult."
"Don't be so cheeky and rude then!"
"Come on Granger…"
"There is nothing else, sorry." She smiled at him.
"Then can I use your shower?"
"Sure." Hermione shrugged.
Fifteen minutes later Hermione was rooting through her book shelf for new material when her bedroom door swung open.
"Hey Granger." Malfoy nodded to her.
"Malfoy!" She exclaimed and shielded her eyes.
"What?"
"You are basically naked!"
"I'm wearing boxers."
"Cover up!"
"Don't tell me you've never seen a man in boxers."
"No, and I'd hoped to keep it that way!"
"Grow up Granger."
"I'm going to have my shower now and by the time I'm out I want you to make yourself scarce."
"Whatever Granger."
"Malfoy, I told you to disappear did I not?" She screamed as she came in from her shower to find Malfoy-thankfully clothed-sat on her bed reading.
"Yeah, give me a minute." He grumbled.
"No, now!"
"Why?" He finally turned to her.
"Don't look!" She screeched at him hugging her towel closer.
"I've seen a naked woman before you know."
"Ugh! Please just shut up and get out!"
"Honestly, how old are you?"
"Seventeen, nearly eighteen." She frowned.
"So you're seventeen, never seen a guy in boxers and have never been naked in front of a guy…what century are you in?"
"You're vulgar Malfoy."
"Just saying!"
"Leave now!" She hissed.
"Fine…by the way nice legs." He winked before hurrying away as she lunged for her wand.
"Pervert!" She yelled before slamming the door.
Bloody hell! Who would have thought under those robes were actual curves. Malfoy thought, No one would believe this if I told them. He chuckled to himself.
"Granger." He nodded as she came in the front room in a jeans and a loose shirt-evidently covering those curves again. He thought.
"Pervert." She acknowledged him.
"Come on Granger that was a bit petty."
"Petty? You are a pervert!"
"So I saw you in a towel, get over it."
"Just…please Malfoy just shut up."
"Okay."
"Thank you."
"You need to calm down, you know that right?"
"Like that's possible with you here."
"Oh, it's that way is it?" He smirked.
"You're repulsive."
"Yeah but you knew what I meant. What's that make you?"
"Your mind's so filthy anyone could guess."
"Touché."
"Ugh!"
Hours of silence later Hermione and Draco sat in the front room watching television when the phone rang.
"What's that?" He asked.
"A telephone, Muggle means of communication." She explained picking it up.
"Hermione?"
"Yes mum."
"Thank goodness the lines aren't down." Jean sighed on the other end.
"What's up mum?"
"We won't be able to get home tonight honey."
"Why?" Her eyes flickered to her blond companion.
"The roads are flooded here."
"Oh my gosh! Are you and dad okay?"
"We're fine sweetie, but we will have to spend the night here."
"Okay mum." She sighed.
"Actually…could you pass the phone to Draco?"
"Okay…" She held it out to him, "For you."
"Right." He nodded and held it like she had.
"Draco?"
"Yes Mrs Granger."
"Oh it's Jean dear."
"How is the wedding?"
"It's lovely but I haven't rung for that, I need to ask you a favour?"
"Of course."
"Well, with the roads flooded, Peter and I can't make it home to our Hermione, and I was wondering if you would stay with her just for tonight at least?"
"Certainly." He smirked at Hermione.
"What's going on?" She commanded him to tell her-unable to pick up what her mum was saying.
"Okay, I'll pass you back to Hermione." He told Jean and handed the phone back.
"Mum?"
"Honey, everything will be fine okay? Draco said he would stay with you…I better go, bye, love you baby." The phone beeped the end of the call.
"Why did you just agree to that?" She demanded turning her fury on Malfoy.