The Choices We Made (DISCONTINUED)

VIII. Conversation

Draco glanced out the window to his right side. He was surprised to find that it had gotten quite dark. He looked at the girl sitting quietly in front of him, lost in her thoughts. Her dark brown hair looked like it needed a wash, so did the rest of her.

"I think we should get ready to rest for the night, don't you think?" Draco asked looking back out the window.

Hermione followed his gaze, and her eyes widened as she realized how late it was.

"Wow, you're right. We should get to bed."

Draco smirked, but it didn't hold it's usual cruelness, "How can you even think about sleeping with that hair? A lady should always look her best, even in peril."

Hermione scoffed, "What do you know?" Hermione smiled a happy smile that didn't quite meet her eyes.

' Draco was sure she wasn't upset about his comment, she was smarter than that. It must've been something else. But what? Draco shook it off, there were bigger things to worry about.

"Well knowing my mother and Pansy for the past 17 years, you can pick up a few things here and there."

"Oh? Like what?" Hermione asked teasingly.

"Like you girls take forever to get ready. You care a lot 'bout what you look like. You can hit us, and we can't lay a hand on you. And there's also that time of the month. Whatever the hell that means- Hey! Hey!"

Draco scrambled away from Hermione's hand, which looked ready to hit his shoulder.

"Watch it!" he said, "What was that for?"

Hermione huffed, "Just because we're ladies, doesn't mean you can say whatever you want around us Draco!" She swatted at his arm, then she smiled, a real smile this time, "But you're right." she patted her hair, "Us ladies do try to look nice when we can. Do you have a shower?"

Draco nodded and pointed towards the door, "Down the hall and one door down to the right. I'll bring you some clean towels in a moment." Draco tapped his fingers on the wooden floor, "There should be a door leading to my mother's old room. You can sleep there. I assume you brought a spare pair of clothes?"

Hermione nodded, pointing at her bag, "This has all the things I need to live. Shelter and everything."

Draco smiled, "Is there anything you can't do Miss Hermione Gran-" he caught himself, "Anything you can't do?"

Hermione smiled shyly, "Well, of course, there is. I've just yet to find it."