"Draco's lips hovered over Hermione's. She could feel his ragged, hot breaths on her face as the world itself spun around them. Swirling flashes of time sparking off all as he focused on nothing but her. She felt his hands cup her face as she stared...
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Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her sleep more then a dozen times that night. The stiff leather couch that she laid on could not compare to the comforts her own bed back home. She realized sleepily that she had grown very attached to her queen size, plush mattress back in her London apartment. She rolled over, a frustrated groan escaping her lips.
Her eyes fluttered open, giving up on the idea of resting comfortably. She sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she checked her wristwatch, finding it to be 6:14.
Still to early, she sighed.
Hogwarts did not come alive till at least seven a clock. As much as she wanted to see Dumbledore, She couldn't very well barge into his office before the old Wizard even woke.
She stood to her feet, making her way to the kitchen. She opened the frigerator, smiling brightly at her many breakfast choices. She pulled out her favorite, a traditional English muffin.
She took a set at the dining table then lifted her wand, pointing it at her meal. "Thermotita!" She command the heating charm to warm her muffin.
She gobbled it down quickly as she were absolutely starved. A moment of sadness washed over her as she realized the last meal she ate had been with Ron, Harry, and Grinny, at lunch the day before. She missed them all terribly.
She jolted in her seat, remembering that she had other company then just herself. Malfoy,
She pushed herself away from the table, then carefully snuck to the bedroom. She lightly turned the door handle, not sure what to expect on the other side. She almost hoped that he wouldn't be there, that his presence last night was merely her imagination trying to pester her. She was disappointed to find the slim blonde stretched out across the mattress. He breathed steadily, his face turned to the side. For was in his miserable life Hermione thought he looked at peace.
Let's fix that
She picked up a pillow and threw it at his torso angrily, not forgetting his rudeness last night, or ever.
He swifted, but still remand asleep. "Unbelievable." She whispered.
"Malfoy!" She provoked pushing into the mattress, by his feet.
"Leave me be woman," he answered dazed as he shifted yet again, putting the pillow she threw at him over his head to block at the horrendous noise.
Mainly in the past he had referred to her as "Mudblood," which engered her beyond comprehension. She hated the way he used the Wizarding word for human as a put down. Recently after the war he began calling her by "Granger" more often then not, but still with much detest. Now "Woman?" Just woman? He could use the same word for over half the population, wizard or Muggle alike.
She pulled the thick, black blankets off of him, determined to make his rest as uncomfortable as his very existence made her.
His eyes shut open and landed on the redhead with surprise. What the bloody hell is wrong with her?
She noticed that he was no longer wearing his school uniform but rather a slick, silk, black pajama set. Something that looked like it should be on a Hollywood actor, not a former death eater.
She looked to to her right, and noticed a large walk in closet. On one side hung men's clothing, the other, woman's attire. The room was magical, she concluded, it had to be to know exactly what sizes it's newest guests were.
She focused her attention at Draco, who was now rubbing the tiredness out of his blue eyes, giving up on sleep over Hermione's rather rude rampage. He looked her over, his eyesbrows frowning in disapproval "You are filthy, Granger."
Her eyes widened as she felt anger boiling inside of her, years of his torments bubbling to the surface at once. How dare he! "You stupid arrogant little brat!,.." She roughly threw the blanket back at him, this time aiming perfectly at his smug face.
He looked at her clueless as if she gone mad. "Granger!" He shouted, his voice echoing through the bedroom. "Look at yourself!" He exclaimed as his eyes wandered over her from head to toe. "You are filthy!" He stated.
She glanced down to noticed that her skin was covered in dirt, pieces of leaves and dust from the path to the brige clung to her clothing. "Oh." She mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
"I couldn't sleep in that state." He said snooty, spoiled from years of being pampered. He had showed, then changed into the proper sleeping attire he found in the closet, before going to sleep.
Hermione caught his eye again, howcould someone be so conceited.
"Malfoy," She called out before shutting the bathroom door on herself. Under no circumstances would she meet Professor Dumbledore in such a gross state.
He didn't answer her, but she knew by the slight turn of his head he had heard her. "Some people are just filthy regardless, " She said factly. This fully caught his attention as his eyes met hers. He knew full and well that her metaphor was directed at him. "No matter how much they scrub their skin clean." With that she shut the door.
Draco stared at the bathroom door she had shut. Being a Slytherin, Usually words did not effect him, but hers had. It wasn't her saying it so much as the statement itself that resonated inside his head.
Voldemort had tainted him, forever changed him. He's personal obsession with draco had him doing horrendous things in order to stay alive.
He lifted the long sleeve of his pajama shirt to reveal the dark mark the former Lord had burned into him. At the time of the Lord's climb to power his mark was yet black, every detail of the skull, and snakes visible. Now that the Lord was dead, the mark was inactive. It appeared faint on the inner part of his left forearm, now Forever now a permanent part of who he was. No matter how much he tried to scrub it away, he couldn't.
"Some people are just filthy,"
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