His Prized Possession.

Not the same boy.

         

Draco hadn't returned to the bedroom the previous night, and Hermione hadn't slept very well. She had stayed up for what felt like hours waiting for Draco to come back, finally passing out in the early hours of the morning. Draco spent the night going over everything in his mind, letting himself drown in grief for once. Draco hadn't let himself cry in a long time, he had locked himself in the downstairs bathroom sobbing quietly to himself on the cold tile floor. All the memories came back to him instantly, his attempt at taking Dumbledore's life, his mother's lifeless body in his arms, Hermione's screams as Bellatrix carved at her arm, all the things that had taken their toll on him over the years. He finally pulled himself together and scoffed at the fact that there was sun shining into the small window in the bathroom. He had cried throughout the entire night.

Draco climbed into the shower and let the hot water wash away any traces that he had let himself fall apart. He refused to be this weak person any longer. That's why he had pushed it away for so long, pushing it down to where he barely had any feeling left. Once out of the shower he glanced at himself in the mirror, he looked tired but he didn't look as if he had spent the entire night sobbing like the mess he was. Draco wrapped a towel around his waist and headed up to his bedroom to get some clothing.

Hermione woke to the sound of the door closing and sat up when she saw Draco in his wardrobe getting some clothing out. "Good morning." She said softly her voice groggy from just awaking, and Draco glanced over at her. "Help Freya clean today, no slacking off either. Don't forget you are no better than her." Draco almost growled at her as he began to dress himself in black dress pants and a white button up, once he was fully ready for the day he apparated away without so much as another glance at her.

Hermione sighed softly as she got up pulling her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ears. She quickly went about making the bed, and tidying up the bedroom. Hermione had spent the entire day cleaning herself silly; she had cleaned Malfoy's bedroom, his master bathroom, and the kitchen. She had scrubbed the bathtub, sinks, toilet, stove, counters, everything. She noticed it was dark outside and slumped to the floor, she was a sweat dirty mess. The sound of the door made her pull herself up to stand and wonder to the front room. Draco walked by her, glancing at her. "Freya took your things to my room." He told her making a face at how dirty she was and walking up the stairs.

Hermione watched him in confusion as he disappeared up the stairs, "My things?" she questioned quietly as she followed upstairs without another word. Once she walked into Malfoy's bedroom she saw bags and packages adorning the bed where they slept. Malfoy was unbuttoning his white dress shirt, pulling it out from where it was tucked into his pants. Hermione hesistantly began to open the bags and packaging; she found some jeans, sweaters, tshirts, pajamas, a couple dresses, nicer blouses, shoes, socks, undergarments, a hairbrush and hair accessories, her own tooth brush, soaps and etc. Hermione was in shock as she stared at everything, Draco wasn't paying attention as he undid his belt taking it off and tossing it onto a dresser. He still had his button up on, but it was open showing his white tshirt that was underneath along with his dress pants and socks. Everything else had been stripped and thrown somewhere.

"Also, you will be moving into your own room." He said as he looked over at her finally. "I'd like my privacy back." He muttered as he called for Freya, who happily began to move Hermione's things to a room down the hall. Draco went to walk past the brown haired girl on his way out when her hand caught his arm, stopping him. Draco's posture stiffened a little and he turned to eye her wearily. "Thank you," Hermione said softly as she met his stormy grey eyes. "No need, couldn't have you ruining my clothing." He pulled his arm away and walked out of the room.

Hermione smiled to herself as she walked to her new room. The room was a neutral color, looking as if Draco hadn't done much with it yet; it lacked his dark tastes. The room was a tan color, with white carpet. The bed had a bright yellow and grey bedding on it with throw pillows, there was a wardrobe and a vanity on the wall. She sighed as she began to put away her clothes, perhaps Draco wasn't as bad as he made himself out to be.