A Future Uncertain

Chapter 5: Let's Go

Hermione had changed into pajamas and was laying on the couch in their living room when Draco walked out from their bedroom in a loose-fitting shirt and boxers.

"Hermione, you're not sleeping out here." Hermione looked up and saw Draco leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"Yes, I am. I'm a guest in your home. I'm not kicking you out of your own bed."

Draco chuckled. "I wasn't offering to sleep out here, and it's our bed."

"I'm not sleeping with you," she stated, shaking her head at his last statement.

"There's room for two."

He was pushing this, but she wasn't going to give in. Hermione sat up, tucking the blanket under her arms to keep her warm. "I've seen the room. I know the bed is large enough. That's not the point."

Draco rolled his eyes, undisturbed. "And that is?"

"We're not really together, and quite honestly, we haven't had a decent conversation," Draco's eyes narrowed before she continued, "before today."

He look slightly peeved. "Where did you think you were going to sleep if not with me?"

Hermione's cheeks reddened and looked around uncomfortably.

"Well?"

"I didn't know it would be you."

"Your point?" he said, practically through his teeth.

Well, that wasn't the right answer, and this conversation was not going well.

"I wasn't expecting you to be in my future," she sighed. "I thought it was going to be Ron, or someone else, but you hadn't even crossed my mind as a possibility. And to be fair, we were never friends, and although the memories were helpful, I still really don't know you."

Draco's cool eyes were fixed on hers, abruptly he turned, left the door frame, and receded into the room. Hermione threw herself back on the couch. It seemed Malfoy didn't deal well with losing arguments. No surprise there, she thought, he was always a spoiled prat.

A few moments later, Draco came out with two blankets and a pillow. The first blanket was placed on the floor, and folded in half. He placed the pillow on the floor and wrapped the second blanket around himself like a cape. He then laid on the floor facing away from her.

Hermione looked over the edge of the couch, her brows furrowed and her mouth agape. He knew she was staring at him, but he was going to ignore her unless she said something. Hermione couldn't form words. Draco Malfoy was about to sleep on the floor. And why? Because she didn't want to share a bed with him? This could be the strangest thing I've ever seen. She turned around, facing the back of the couch, keeping her thoughts to herself.

She waited until she heard his steady breathing before conjuring a mattress, and laying him on top. Her last thought before sleep claimed her was that he really does not take losing arguments well.

Hermione woke up to the smell of coffee and breakfast. She walked to the bathroom to freshen up, and when she came out breakfast was already set on the table. Draco was sipping his drink, ignoring her presence.

Tentatively, Hermione sat down. "Morning," she said, breaking the silence.

Hermione waited for a response, but didn't receive one. They ate most of their meal in silence before he asked her if she wanted any coffee. He came back with coffee and sat down once more.

"Are we not going to talk about last night?"

"Unless something happened that I don't know about, there's nothing to talk about," he replied cheekily.