Hold On (A Dramione Fanfiction)

10. Draco Is One Sexy Fish

Hermione hated Sunday mornings. While laying in her bed with her eyes closed, she tried to get the motivation to get up. She was always unproductive on the last day of the week and she disliked this feeling. Her eyes felt heavy, which is why she waited five minutes to open them and sit up.

Turning her head, she glanced at Malfoy. It was the first time she really looked at him. He seemed innocent while sleeping, even though he had a frown. He was shirtless and his covers only covered his legs. His hair was falling on his face and Hermione thought it looked better like this than slicked back with gel.

She snapped out of it and hurriedly went to the bathroom to change into her Muggle clothes for the day. Getting out of the bathroom ten minutes after, she clicked her tongue at the sleeping Malfoy. Glancing up at the old clock in their room, Hermione sighed when she saw it was almost ten o'clock.

She took her wand and walked to his bed. "Malfoy," she said, nudging his shoulder. "Malfoy," she tried again, but still no answer. "Aguamenti," she finally said.

Malfoy grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. His eyes seemed cloudy with sleep, and it was as if he didn't recognize her. He held a firm grip on her arm, and she snapped the fingers from her other hand in front of his eyes, remaining calm.

He blinked once, twice. "Granger?" he said, letting go of her arm. "What-what are you doing here?" he asked, standing up with a menacing tone in his voice. "And why the fuck did you use Aguamenti?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "To wake you up so that we can talk," she told him, trying not to look at his torso and keeping her eyes on his face.

Draco smirked when he saw what she was doing. "See something you like, Granger?" he said while leaning in. Hermione gulped and glared at him, pointing her wand at his face.

"Personal space, Malfoy." He backed up and threw on a black shirt that made his grey eyes seem even darker. "I decided to be the bigger and more mature person and be the first one to talk. Let's make rules."

"Rules?" Draco repeated. "Why the bloody hell would we make rules?"

Hermione sighed. Luna's advice wasn't maybe the best idea. "To try not to kill each other." She then went to her side of the room and extracted a quill and parchment. She sat at her desk and gestured for him to come. "Go on, make a rule and we'll see if we keep it."

Draco sneered. "I don't want you to touch any of my belongings. Wouldn't want to get some germs."

Hermione kept calm, not even flinching. "Fine. Same goes for you: I don't want your pureblood hands touching my mudblood books," she said with sarcasm while writing the first rule down. "You also aren't allowed to say this horrible word."

"And you aren't allowed to put your noisy know-it-all face in my business," he snapped and Hermione turned around.

"Malfoy, I was just trying to understand. But of course, being the ferret that you are, you couldn't understand that and you just had to fight," she muttered under her breath, but Draco still understood what she had said.

"Oh, and you are so perfect, Granger! Don't think I didn't notice that you take a Dreamless Sleep Potion before going to bed. Everyone thinks you're brave and all, but you can't even sleep without it!" he yelled.

As she stood up and faced him, he knew he had made a mistake. "Malfoy," she started. "Don't even go down this road. I fought in the war. I made sacrifices. We won against Voldemort." Draco flinched when hearing the dreaded name. "Where were you during the war? You weren't on the battlefield. You didn't see the deaths of friends, family, and students." She stared at him with disgust. "I'm ashamed that you will one day be known as my husband."