Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

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Hermione heaved the last few items she owned into the guest bedroom at Malfoy's apartment.

She flicked her wand and everything began unpacking and placing itself around the room. She dusted off her hands and left her belongings to it.

Draco stood at the door. "You have got to teach me that spell."

Hermione raised her eyebrows at him mockingly.

"Oh shut up!" He said sarcastically.

"Don't you have house elves for this kinda thing?" She said.

"Yeah but it would still be nice to be a bit more, you know, independent." He shrugged.

Hermione smirked and moved to the living room where she began to stack a cabinet with books.

"Where did you learn that anyway?" Said Draco trying to make conversation. "I mean it's not like we did Home Economics at school or anything."

"Actually," said Hermione taking the bait. "We did. We covered this sort of thing in Charms and if you hadn't been so intent on ruining my life, maybe you'd already ready know this stuff. Also, it may have escaped your knowledge but, I like to read."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Okay whatever brainiac. I was just trying to be civil." But Draco left the room and busied himself in the kitchen.

"Uh, what do you feel like for dinner?" He called.

Hermione dropped a book on her foot. She knew that living together was necessary but talking? And eating? What was next, showering? Hermione shuddered at the thought.

"Fine. Starve. I'm going for a walk." Draco said in a mood.

Hermione heard the front door slam. She felt bad. He was only trying to be nice. She felt half guilty but at the same time she couldn't help but stay guarded. This was Draco Malfoy after all.

She decided she'd cook a nice dinner. Grabbing her wallet with muggle money in it, she pulled the money out and made for the door herself. She couldn't exactly take the wallet. What would people think seeing a man fully dressed in a black sweater and jeans with a fluffy pink wallet. She was bound to get funny looks.

She walked down the road to a nearby supermarket where she bought ingredients for a nice roast lamb. Hermione loved to cook the muggle way. It reminded her of her parents. She missed them dearly but she still held out hope that they were happy with more children of their own now.

She got back to a still empty flat. She moved to the kitchen and began preparing dinner. She opened a bottle of wine she had picked up as well and poured herself a glass while she cooked.

Draco came home as Hermione was taking the roast out of the oven. He saw the table set for two and slid into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" He asked cautiously.

"Making dinner." She replied.

Malfoy stared at his feet. "Granger." Hermione looked up. "I need you to do something for me."

Hermione laughed. "I put the first one in, you can do the next one yourself."

"Wha- no not that! I already did that." He blushed a bit. "I need you to go back to the Manor again this Sunday. It's a family thing. Every Sunday is family dinner."

Hermione closed her eyes. And Draco moved towards her.

"I'm sorry!" Hermione's eyes jerked open at his apology. "I didn't really know or care last week when you went to the Manor. I- I didn't think about what that must've been like for you."