Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

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Hermione cracked open an eye and was completely befuddled as to where in the world she was. She rolled onto her back and rubbed at her eyes. She was on a soft squishy bed. Strange. She thought to herself. She didn't remember getting out of the tub or getting dressed for that matter. She smelt a strong smell of musky cologne coming off her clothes and as she sat up she was relieved to feel that the hangover she had been dreading since she stirred into consciousness wasn't half bad.

As she took in her surroundings she jumped a foot in the air as she realized she was in the apartment she had lost to the ferret the day before.

She took another look around the room. Confused and disorientated. There was a bed, and a fully furnished room staring back at her. Am I dreaming? She wondered to herself. What the fuck is going on?! She ventured out into the rest of the house only to find it was all already furnished as well.

If this is some screwed up dream, it's so wrong because I never would have decorated my house this way. She thought to herself. She walked around and went to grab at her bee's nest.

Reaching up expecting to find a ratty nest of hair, instead she was met with soft silky locks, short and cropped into a males haircut.

With an air of urgency, she dashed to the bathroom and let out a blood curdling scream in a voice that wasn't hers.

Hermione looked in the mirror and was met by none other than the face of Draco Malfoy.

Closing the toilet lid she sat and began to hyperventilate.

Was this some cruel joke? Was this polyjuice potion? No. Really it could be, she supposed but as drunk as she may have been, Hermione was certain she'd remember chugging down something as foul as polyjuice potion.

What the hell was going on? She decided she needed to get back to Grimauld Place right now. She supposed she should have a shower but was afraid to think any further into what exactly that would entail.

She grabbed a large trench coat from the closet and headed out the door towards number 12.

Draco

Draco woke with a start and heard something smash as a wave of hot water sloshed over the side of the tub. What the fuck? He thought. He clutched his head taking in the huge hangover that clawed at the insides of his brain.

"Hermione are you okay?" He heard Potter's voice echo out from somewhere.

Did he just? No. I must be dreaming. I bet it's Tink checking on me and I'm so stressed I'm hearing things. He chuckled internally. Saint Potter. Why the fuck would Saint Potter be in my head. Maybe because I saw the mudblood yesterday. He lifted his pounding head to respond to Tink.

"Yeah I'm fine.....aaaargh!" Draco let out a yell so loud he had to clamp a hand over his mouth to save his drilling migraine.

"Hermione?" Potter called out again. This time with an air of worry in his voice.

"Fine! Fine! It's just...just a spider." He stuttered hardly believing what he was hearing.

Just then something tickled his shoulder and he jumped sloshing more water out of the tub. He whipped round to see it was the nest of hair that was stuck to his head. He just about screamed again when he felt the water move against his naked body and he froze.

Petrified and unable to look down, he mentally tried to go back to sleep, forcing this nightmare to be over with immediately.

After three failed attempts he decided there was nothing left for it. He had to get out of the tub. Like hell he was going to be trapped naked in a bathtub all day!

Taking a deep breath, he stood and grabbed the nearest towel wrapping it round him and gripping the bathtub for support. Stepping out he swore loudly which came out in a freakishly wrong voice as he stepped in the shards of the broken wine glass he'd shattered when he woke.

Hobbling into the abnormally pristine room he sat on the bed, found a wand and began healing the wounds in his foot with a spell he knew he had never mastered before but somehow was performing perfectly right now.

Foot all healed, he stared at the wardrobe. Crunch time. He had to dress the mudblood. Taking three quick, deep breaths he stood to drop the towel, not even caring to dry his body properly. He opened the wardrobe and fished out the first dress he saw.

A red leather knee length dress that hung right to the left side of the wardrobe and looked as though it had never been worn before.

Draco spent a good half an hour trying to secure a bra to Granger's seriously unruly bongos and after what felt like the millionth try, flung the stupid thing across the room in frustration. Draco was made to take those damn things off not put them back on! Giving up on underwear all together, he slipped and shimmied, twisted and heaved his newly found, surprisingly toned (not that he was looking) body into this deathtrap of a dress. He found some flip-flops and put a coat on.

Feeling the creepy ticklish thing on his back again, he pulled the fur ball into a huge knot on the top of his head and secured it with a piece of string he ripped off a card on the wall.

He opened the door and walked the unfamiliar halls down to the kitchen.

"FILTH!" A scratchy voice yelled making Draco jump a foot in the air.

He turned to see a seriously ugly old house elf staring at him with an air of hatred in his eyes.

"HOW DARE YO-" Draco started.

"The filth will not speak to Kreacher! Kreacher will hear none of it. Master Potter has just left the premises therefore Kreacher doesn't have to listen to the FILTH!" The ugly elf screeched.

Draco was speechless. Never before in his life had a house elf spoken to him in this way.

The front door opened and closed and Draco hid in the pantry, much to the dismay of the elf. Draco kicked the elf and it ran through the house yelling about infection.

He stayed quiet as a mouse as he peeked round the corner to see who had entered the house and came face to face with himself.