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Format: Novel
Chapters: 41
Word Count: 121,785
Status: COMPLETED
Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme
Genres: Drama, Romance, AU
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Narcissa, Neville, Luna, Draco, Pansy, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Draco/Pansy, Harry/Ginny, Draco/Hermione, Neville/Luna, Hermione/OC
First Published: 04/02/2005
Last Chapter: 05/12/2006
Last Updated: 05/12/2006
Summary:Banner: By Me .... Editor: Momma Debbie ;)
After losing the love of her life, the father of her now five year old daugther, Hermione wonders if she ever will be able to love again... And when she do find love it's not as perfect as she excpected it to be... It's a cruel game of love... but maybe, just maybe... one sweet day it'll all work out just fine... || The story is completed!
Chapter 14: The Naked Guy
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Authors Note: Hey there everybody… Glad you’re still reading my story, just wanted to drop by and tell you that this is my favorite chapter so far, I had so much fun writing it and I want to thank Fanny (FannyMalfoy) for her great inspirations and ideas for this chapter… lol! This chapter is dedicated to you Fanny! :D
And thanks for all the reviews by the way!!! Over 300 right now! *wohoo* OMG!! You all are too nice! But that doesn’t mean that I want you to stop… oh no… continue! I want more, more, more, more and even more reviews! Lol! Ok, I better quit now before this note gets longer then the whole chapter… :P See ya. xx Kim
Warnings: Scenes of nudity ;)
Chapter 15 – The Naked Guy
Hermione was just going to brush her teeth when she heard someone knock at the door. She wondered who would come and visit her this late; maybe it was Mike again. She went to the door; Draco Malfoy was standing outside. When she opened the door, he lost his balance and fell straight into her arms. She stumbled back but managed not to fall.
“Hermione!! Good evening!” he said and shook her hand up and down, up and down, up and down. She pulled her hand away and glared at him with confusion. Is he drunk?
“Draco, what are you doing here?”
“We need to talk Hermione, baby,” he mumbled, as he stumbled into the kitchen and sat down at one of the chairs. She closed the door, walked into the kitchen, and sat down at the opposite side of the table.
“Hermione, you look so beautiful tonight; there is nothing… that… er… can change… my light,” he sang and at the same time he was pretending to play the guitar.
“You’re drunk!”
“No honey, I’m wasted!!” he laughed.
“Don’t speak so loud; Becky is sleeping…”
“Oh, little Becky is sleeping in her bed…” he started to sing once again. “She doesn’t need to wake until tomorrow, she is sleeping… Be… What was her name again?” he asked.
“What the hell do you want?”
“I believe that you are an angel “he sang.
“Stay here and shut up!” Hermione said and walked out from the kitchen into Becky’s room. She cast a spell over the room so that Becky wouldn’t hear anything that happened outside her room. Now she could sleep peacefully the entire night.
While Hermione was inside Becky’s room Draco rose from his chair and walked up to her fridge.
“Mm, sausage,” he said and took a bite of the sausage before he threw it on the floor behind him. “I’m thirsty… Oh, milk; I love milk; milk is good,” he mumbled and took the milk bottle and started to drink.
When Hermione stepped into the kitchen again, he didn’t notice her at first. She glared at him with anger; how dare he walk straight into my apartment, almost wake Becky up, open my fridge and drink milk straight from the bottle?
Draco noticed that Hermione was in the room and turned his head to look at her, without putting down the milk bottle. Soon he had milk all over himself… Hermione looked with wide-open eyes at him as he poured the milk that was left in the bottle all over himself.
“Oh damn, I’m wet,” he said and put, the now empty, milk bottle back into the fridge. “Stupid milk!” he continued and started taking his clothes off. First, his shirt, which revealed his perfectly shaped chest, Hermione couldn’t help staring. Then his pants and his socks; he was just about to remove his boxers when Hermione said, “No!! Please! Keep them on!”
“Here I am, almost naked, it’s so much fun!” Once again, he was singing. “Hermione, why don’t you sing along?” he asked and put an arm around her shoulders. Shivers ran up and down her spine as she felt his touch.
I can’t have a half-naked Draco in my house, I have to throw him outt, she thought and looked at him while he continued to sing a song about the milk on the floor. But I can’t let him walk around downtown like this… He can sleep on the couch!
“Draco?”
“Yeah baby?”
“You can sleep on the couch tonight; I’ll bring you an extra blanket from my bedroom,” Hermione said. Draco pressed his lips against Hermione’s. The stink of alcohol was too much for Hermione, so she pushed him away from her. “Good night Draco,” she said and watched him leave the kitchen. She took her wand and cleaned up the mess Draco had made in the kitchen, and then she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
“Finally I get to sleep,” she mumbled to herself, went into her bedroom to get Draco’s blanket, and noticed that someone was sleeping in her bed. “Oh no!”
This can’t be real, she thought. However, it was real. There he was, Draco Malfoy, snoring like a pig in her bed, on her pillow, with her blanket. She took the extra blanket and walked into the living room. She did not want to wake him up, because she couldn’t stand anymore of his made up songs about everything, so she decided that it was best to let him sleep. She could sleep on the couch; it was just one night after all…
The next morning, when Draco woke up he had no idea where he was. He sat up in the bed and opened his eyes. Just a few inches from his face was another face… the face of a red haired little girl.
“AAAAA,” he screamed out of shock.
“EEEEEE,” the little girl screamed.
“AAAAA!”
“EEEEEE!”
They kept screaming until Hermione rushed into the room. “What’s going on?” she asked.
“She was … I have no idea who she… dear Merlin, what are you doing here?” Draco asked and seemed very confused. He was breathing fast and looked around the room with panic. “Where the hell am I?”
“Ha-ha, you’re funny,” Becky said and started to jump around on the bed. Draco felt like his head was going to explode. Okay, I’m in Hermione’s apartment, in her bed… wearing… he looked under the blanket and noticed the he was only wearing boxers. Wearing almost nothing, did we…?
“Becky, get down!” Hermione said and Becky did as her mother told her. She ran out of the room and left Hermione alone with Draco.
“Hermione, I have to ask you… er… did we? You know…” he asked and blushed a little bit.
"Did we what Draco?” Hermione asked and smirked at him.
“I mean I’m in your bed, half naked, what am I supposed to think?”
“No, we didn’t,” Hermione replied.
“Good,” he said. “I mean not good! Or… er… I don’t know what I mean,” he mumbled and got up from the bed. Hermione’s chin dropped to the floor; his body was so damn fine. Sure, she’d seen it the night before and the night in Venice, but this time it was very different. The sunlight shined through the window and made him look even sexier. And his hair… his blond sexy hair, looked like a total mess and she felt a sudden need to run her fingers through it.
“Can I use the shower?” he asked.
“Um, sure,” she said, trying not to stare too much.
“Thanks,” he said and they both left the bedroom.
“Well, here’s the bathroom,” she said and opened the door for him. “I’ve made some breakfast; you can have some when you’re done…”
“Oh, thanks,” he said and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Hermione went into the kitchen where Becky was sitting and eating her toast. Hermione sat down beside her and poured a glass of pumpkin juice for herself. She couldn’t get Draco out of her mind… and it seemed like Becky couldn’t get him out of her mind either.
“Who was that man mummy?”
“He… he used to be my boss,” Hermione replied.
“Is he going to be my new daddy?”
“No, no, no!” Hermione answered quickly.
“I want him to be my new daddy; he is funny,” Becky said and started to laugh.
“You don’t know him Becky.”
“I’m going to ask him if he wants to be my new daddy”, she exclaimed and quickly got down from her chair and rushed out from the kitchen and through the unlocked bathroom door. She pulled away the shower drapery and after that, everything happened very quickly.
The completely naked, and very shocked, Draco turned his head around and faced Becky who was smiling brightly at him.
“Do you want to be my new daddy?” she asked, at the same time that Hermione rushed in through the door.
“Becky, don’t go in ther-,” she stopped in the middle of her sentence when she saw Draco. Once again, her chin dropped to the floor. All three of them seemed to freeze for a second.
“Ha-ha, he’s naked,” Becky laughed and pointed at Draco.
“Becky, come on, let’s get out,” Hermione said, looking down at her feet. She grabbed Becky’s hand and dragged her from the bathroom, then closed the door behind them.
Oh dear Merlin, that was really embarrassing, she thought as they both went back into the kitchen to finish their breakfast. He had a cute butt though! The thought of that brought a smile to her lips.
“He was naked mum, it was funny,” Becky giggled. “I told you he was funny.”
“Yes, he’s quite funny,” Hermione replied, with a smile still on her lips. Becky finished her breakfast and ran into her room to play with her dolls. Five minutes later, Draco walked into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Um, do you have any idea where I put my clothes last night?” he asked.
“You threw them right here on the kitchen floor, but I put them in my bedroom. They’re on the bed,” she replied. Two minutes later, he came back into the kitchen with his clothes on and sat down at the opposite side of the table.
“May I ask why you just burst into the bathroom like that? Couldn’t you at least have knocked?” Draco asked, as Hermione poured a glass of juice for him.
“Why didn’t you lock the door?” Hermione asked him as she handed over the glass of juice. He did not respond to this question, knowing that she was right. He should have locked the door…
I could get used to this, she thought. Seeing Draco in my bed every morning, then eating breakfast with him, talking, laughing… She smiled at him as he took a bite of his toast. He looked up at her.
“What?”
“Nothing”, she replied. Damn, I can’t wipe the smile off of my face.
“It’s not funny,” he groaned, trying to look angry, but he couldn’t help smiling when he looked at her pretty face. They both burst out laughing. “I hope I didn’t make a total fool of myself last night…”
“You did,” she replied and continued to laugh.
“Oh no,” he moaned. He didn't want to know what he'd done, but Hermione told him anyway...
“You were making up songs about everything, you spilled milk all over your clothes and started to take off every piece of clothing that was wet, right in front of my eyes, then-“
“Everything?” his chin had dropped to the floor when he interrupted her. Dear Merlin, what have I done?
“No, I told you to keep your boxers on,” Hermione giggled.
“Oh damn. I’m so sorry about this,” he mumbled and seemed rather embarrassed.
“It’s okay, but if it happens again, I’ll throw you out. You were even more annoying than usual... and your singing was terrible.”
“I’ll never drink alcohol again,” Draco groaned and buried his head in his hands. He tried to remember more things that had happened last night. But the last thing he remembered was sitting at the pub thinking about Hermione and that man he’d seen her with. He wanted to ask her who he was, and he wanted to tell her about Pansy, but he couldn’t… He remembered her beautiful and happy smile as that man gave her the roses the night before; she must be very happy with him… he thought and looked up again. Becky entered the kitchen.
“Hey, naked guy, would you like to see my new silver pony?” she asked Draco. Hermione burst out laughing.
“His name is Draco, honey,” Hermione told her daughter and then looked at Draco, who sighed deeply. I guess 'naked guy' will be my new nickname... he thought.
“Would you like to see my pony? You have to see him… his name is…” Becky started and then seemed to think of a good name for her pony. “His name is Draco too!” she exclaimed and grabbed Draco’s hand. “Come on.”
“Becky, let him finish his breakfast first,” Hermione said.
“No, it’s okay,” Draco replied and rose from his chair. Becky dragged her into her own room and showed him her new silver pony.
“I got it from Mike!” Becky exclaimed happily. “He gave it to me because I told him to buy white roses for mummy,” she continued and then she showed Draco practically every doll she owned. Draco nodded his head and smiled when she showed the dolls; sometimes he mumbled, “It’s pretty,” but his mind was somewhere else.
Okay, so his name is Mike… and she’s happy with him! Well that’s good for her! Oh damn, I have to get out of here… he thought and that’s when Hermione entered the room.
“Becky, you were just going to show him your pony, not every single toy you have in here,” she said and smiled at Draco. He smiled back at her and rose from Becky’s bed where he’d been sitting.
“I have to go now,” he said quickly.
“You haven’t finished your breakfast,” Hermione said.
“I know, but I have to go,” he replied. Why am I, all of a sudden, such a chicken? he thought as Hermione followed him to the door. I have to be me; I have to say something that will annoy her. He put on his shoes and jacket and thought of something to say.
“Becky, aren’t you going to say good-bye?” Hermione asked.
“Bye, bye naked guy,” Becky shouted from her room.
“I’m sorry,” Hermione giggled and looked at Draco with compassion.
“It’s alright,” he said quietly. Damn I can’t even think of something to say that will annoy her… WHY IS SHE DOING THIS TO ME?! WHY DOES SHE HYPNOTIZE ME WITH HER CHARM WHEN SHE DOESN’T EVEN LOVE ME? I don’t want to feel this way…
He screamed out of anger and disappointment inside, but outside he smiled at Hermione and said good-bye. “Thanks for letting me stay the night.”
“No problem,” Hermione replied. Oh Draco, why can’t you just kiss me? Please kiss me and hold me in your arms… she thought and smiled a fake smile as she watched him disappear down the stairs. She closed the door and went back into the kitchen. She looked out the window and saw him come out of the door and walk away toward Diagon Alley…
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