Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

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Hermione got back to the flat and headed straight for her bedroom.

She passed Draco in the lounge as she walked through.

"Hey." He said in an almost friendly tone.

Hermione ignored him and slammed her bedroom door as soon as she was inside.

Jeez. He thought. What the hell is her problem?

Hermione lay on her bed and sighed. When she left the store, she felt angry. Angry for the girl in the brothel and angry at Draco. Then angry at herself.

Now, she was just upset. She really thought or at least hoped (maybe a little bit) that Draco's opinions about muggle-borns and muggles in general were just a mentality pushed on him throughout his upbringing.

She thought that maybe deep down, he knew they, or at least people like her, weren't in any way different to him. But obviously not.

She didn't know why but this upset her more than she thought. After being in his body, witnessing the influences around him and just being in the same household as him, she really felt the whole blood prejudice thing was a facade. Boy, was she wrong. And she knew that now. It sucked. But that was reality.

Hermione decided that Draco Malfoy was not somebody she wanted to know or associate herself with. He just wasn't worth her time. Someone truly that sheltered and obnoxious would never see someone like her as an equal, which is in actual fact exactly what she was.

She could see now that he was never going to drop this 'mudblood filth' face because to him, it wasn't a face. That was really, genuinely what he thought. Blaise and Theodore were his closest pals, why would he hide his true self from them? Harry, Ginny and Ron knew Hermione's true self. Especially the boys. They were her longest friends and had been through so much together.

As she dwelled on the mentality of Draco Malfoy, it occurred to her that the kiss that had happened at Malfoy Manor, as giddy as it made her feel, was nothing more than a cover for his mother so she would leave them be. Nothing more. He needed his mother to shove off and she was just a pawn in his game.

Hermione sighed again. She just wanted this to be over. She wanted her body back and her life, as shitty as it was, back too.

Hermione rolled over and after a few more huffs and sighs, fell asleep.

***

Draco stared out the window of the apartment. He was bored and this weather wasn't doing anything for his mood either. Hermione hadn't spoken to him in a whole week now.

Not that he cared.

He just found it strange that they went from quite civil and friendly to cold shoulders and glares again. What changed?

Draco scowled at the window. He just wanted his body back. His life back. His apartment back. He wanted to be done with this. Granger was being too temperamental and he didn't know how long he had before he flipped his shit too.

What made it worse was that he didn't even know what was wrong. She hadn't said a word. She hadn't confronted him, yelled, screamed, nothing!

At least with Pansy, Draco always knew what he did wrong because she never hesitated to make herself heard. She had a flair for drama so it always seemed worse than it actually was.

Draco shook his head. Did I just compare this arrangement with Granger to my relationship with Pansy? What the fuck.

He got off the window sill he was sat at and grabbed his coat. He needed a drink.