poison ✞ dramione

part thirty seven

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"why is it that we always have serious conversations whenever we're watching tv?"

hermione laughed, shrugging. she pulled the blanket closer, resulting in her feet popping out the other side of the settee, on draco's legs. he frowned at her then pulled the blanket back over to him.

"it's our thing," she joked, jumping when the girl spun her head around. they were currently watching the exorcist.

"we have a thing?"

hermione nodded. "we do. now, talk to me."

"since when were you my therapist?" draco snorted, not even batting an eyelash at the demon-possessed little girl in front of him.

hermione huffed, lightly jabbing him with the sole of her right foot. "stop being a git and answer the question, drakie-poo."

"i swear to merlin," draco started mock-angrily, poking her ankle, "call me drakie-poo again and i'll murder your cat."

hermione gasped. "you wouldn't. you love crooks!"

"loves a strong word. i tolerate your disgrace of a cat," draco joked, raising an eyebrow at the tv screen. "my sierra, however, now, she's a beauty."

"your sierra?" hermione asked, trying to recall if draco ever brought up a pet in their talks. she doesn't think they did.

draco shot her a smug smirk. "she's an albino tiger. black stripes, white fur, quite a ferocious bite."

hermione shot up, her hair a right mess on her head. "you have a pet tiger?"

"yes."

"a tiger?" hermione repeated, dumbfounded. she held her hands up in front of her and curled her fingers. "like, grr?"

draco eyed her oddly. "guess so, probably. she's a regular tiger but albino. like me."

"you're not a tiger though."

"you know what i fucking mean, princess," draco muttered, tilting his head back onto the settee. "you said this film was going to be scary. it's fucking not, you liar."

"stop trying to change the subject," hermione said, lying back down. "tell me about your parents."

draco clenched his jaw. "you fucking know about my father, granger. what else is there to say?"

hermione flinched lightly at the use of her last name. my god, it's been a while since he called her 'granger', especially in that tone. it's pretty much been princess so far. "your mother, then. from what you can remember."

draco didn't say anything for a long while. he calmly watched the film and his facial expression reminded hermione of the draco a month ago. the draco who could make beating the shit out of someone seem boring (figuratively).

"my mum is originally from trinidad," hermione stated slowly. if draco wasn't going to say anything then she would. "she's where i get my complexion from. my dad is part hispanic and his hair was freaking crazy, probably why my hair is too."

"summer before third my parents took us to trinidad," she carried on, curling the blanket closer. her feet popped out at the other end but she didn't care and draco didn't do anything. "it was so beautiful. my favourite holiday—well, technically, only holiday. after i restore my parents memories—which i will do—i'm going to take them there, hoping that we can somehow become the family we once were although i know that'll never happen. they won't understand."

hermione bit her lip. she eyed the small tv and thought back on the good memories. "we used to watch full house together, the three of us. then it got harder when i was enrolled here as i was gone most the year."

"full house?" draco asked.

"it's an american sitcom," hermione explained, drifting her eyes to him. "we can watch it, probably, if we can get the dvd's."

they paused again. hermione wanted to go into a full conversation about her parents but she couldn't overdo it. draco would soon just manipulate the conversation into hermione just talking about her childhood, possibly making her forget that she asked him about his parents. he does that a lot.

"my mum was nice," draco said quietly, drawing invisible patterns on hermione's ankle. "and beautiful. she used to tell me to be proud of myself so i won't regret a single decision i'll ever make. that's pretty much all i remember in regards of narcissa malfoy."

"what was..." hermione trailed off. "what was your father like?"

draco stiffened a little but he relaxed slowly after. "kind, i think. i don't really know. it's hard to think of lucius as anything other than a drunk, abusive bastard."

"what about hyperion?"

draco huffed, biting his lip. "that's the thing, i don't remember anything of hyperion other than the fact that he looked more like my mum and that i killed him."

hermione shivered. she wasn't used to draco just throwing around 'i killed' yet. it wasn't a comforting thought. it may not seem like it but she doesn't like how he's murdered a few people—'five, more or less'—but it sort of seems like he cares more than he says.

"your father killed himself, didn't he?" she asked slowly, gouging a reaction. he didn't show one. "laced his own brandy with poison."

draco nodded. "that's what happened."

"you did seem pretty broken up about it," hermione noted.

"we all have appearances we need to keep up, princess," draco said quietly. "it'd seem odd if i wasn't upset about my own fathers death."

"it was all an act?"

"yes."

"not a single part of you was sad?"

"not a single part."

hermione sighed. she wouldn't understand how he felt as her own father was a true legend in her eyes, but draco had it different. draco is built up on pain and lies, it's not hard to believe he sees things differently.

"hate me yet?" draco asked with a cruelly amused tilt to his voice.

"disturbed at most," hermione joked, nudging him with her ankle.

draco sighed heavily. "this film is so shit potter's mouth is jealous."

hermione gasped although she was laughing behind it. "don't say that about harry!"

"it's true though."

hermione wished she could slap him upside the head. "no it's not!"

draco lifted a finger to his lips. "shh, i'm watching the shitty film."

"but—" hermione started, not even close to finished.

"shh," draco repeated, the smirk never dropping off his face.

hermione huffed, smiling. "you're an arse."

draco winked at her. "i guess we've figured out your type, then."

hermione felt herself blush madly as her face heated up but was, once again, thankful of her dark skin and the dark lighting as a extra measure. she wouldn't be able to live is draco ever found out that she blushed because of him.

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well hello i'm back how've you been?

this week has been so shitty ngl but hey guess what it's gonna get worse yayayayay! i have like three exams coming up (well, seven, kinda, i think) and i hate life but whatever i'm persevering.

sorry for the shitty chap my phone is gonna die soon and my aunt nicked my charger so adios see you on the other side my friends.

[i'm so extra wtf lmao]

-bee.