Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

7

Hermione huffed and opened the bedroom door for the third time.

"Satisfied?" She asked Malfoy who was sitting on the couch in the living room. She spun around showing him the third outfit she'd put together for the dinner that was fast approaching.

"No! No! No! Honestly where are you getting these clothes?!" He said exasperatedly.

"In your wardrobe!" She retorted. She was getting angrier by the minute and she was already mad at him for listening in on her shower. Seriously why do creepy people always find me? She thought to herself.

"God give it a rest Granger! Would you just let me dress you so that we get this over and done with?" Draco said back, an almost pleading look in his eyes.

Hermione huffed and put her hands on her hips. Draco looked traumatized. "If I let you dress me or I should say, yourself, then how the hell am I going to cope on my own?!"

Draco's eyes flashed in fury. "Hey! Don't get comfortable Granger! That's my body and I plan on getting back into it sooner rather than later so don't get comfortable or plan long term or whatever the hell it is that you're doing right now." He looked at her and the annoyed expression on his face worsened. "And don't look like that! Stand like that! Put my face like that! Ugh! Granger! You really shit me you know?!"

He threw his nimble body on the couch, legs spread wide and held his head in his dainty little hands. Hermione whacked his knee. "Close your legs! You're a lady! Not a common whore!" Draco automatically crossed one leg over the other and then jumped up disgusted.

"Fuck! Okay. Slow down Granger! Let's make a deal here coz this whole shit is going to give me grey hairs!" He said in a strained voice.

Hermione giggled. "You're such a girl!"

"Granger!" Draco growled in a warning voice so low, Hermione had only ever used it on Ron. She knew she was playing with fire now. She decided to diffuse.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I take that back. Now, we will dress ourselves but still have a say in what each other wears. And I will hold myself staunch and manly, and you will..." She trailed off gesturing to his legs.

He rolled his eyes. "...sit like a lady." He finished.

She nodded her approval. "Good. Okay. I will act disinterested and bored and unethusiastic about literally everything, and you will..."

He grunted. "Be nice to Potty and Weaselette."

Hermione gave him a look.

"Fine! Harry and Ginny! And you've gotta be sexy!"

"What?" Hermione stammered.

"You have to be disinterested but sexy. You know, smouldering and stuff. I know my face can do it. I'm a pro. Oh and smirk a lot. I do that a lot." Draco said.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. Was Draco actually... helping her, be him? Draco realized his mistake too because he added: "Just don't fuck up my dinner Granger!"

***

Should I ring the bell or walk right in? Fuck! Think Hermione think! Fuck it, just walk in.

"Draaaco darling!" Narcissa Malfoy greeted her son in the foyer and embraced him in a hug.

Hermione almost hugged her back but thought better of it.

She hated this place. This Manor. She never thought she'd see the inside of it again. If she did, it'd have been way too soon. Yet here she stood.