Chapter 7 : Former enemy turned Friend
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“I don’t see why you feel the need to hide from your friends?” Draco asked quietly.
“I’m not hiding from my friends. Could you imagine the field day the reporters would have if I was spotted having dinner with you. Now I’m not ashamed to have dinner with you but I really do not need the reporters dogging me at the minute because they could dig up something personal, such as my mental state,” Hermione hissed back to Draco as they sat in a small booth and waited for Pansy and Blaise to join them.
“Draco,” Pansy cried as she appeared. Draco stood up in a fluid movement and embraced Pansy before embracing Blaise.
“Twice in two days, Draco, anyone would think that The Three Broomsticks is your favourite place to dine,” Blaise mocked. “You’ll have the reporters all over you, and sweet Salazar you have a woman with you.”
“Blaise honey?” Pansy called.
“Yes my lovely?” Blaise answered.
“Shut the fuck up,” Pansy answered simply and Draco started laughing while Hermione gave a wide smile.
“Blaise, Pansy, let me introduce you to my dinner partner. Miss Hermione Granger,” Draco whispered. Pansy and Blaise looked wide eyed at Hermione and she could tell that they were replacing the blonde hair with brown and the blue eyes with milk chocolate.
“Mione. How’re you?” Pansy whispered as she slipped into the booth next to Hermione.
“I’m okay. We decided I’m staying with Draco this morning after he rescued me from The Wicked Witch,” Hermione smiled. Draco had sat down already and Blaise sat there next to him.
“What were you doing at The Wicked Witch?” Blaise asked.
“Getting drunk and dancing with total strangers,” Draco scowled.
“Hey!” Hermione protested as Pansy and Blaise looked at Hermione shocked.
“Well you were, I saw you turn up, I watched you flirt and then drink, dance, drink and almost leave,” Draco complained as he looked at Hermione.
“It was never my idea to drink so much, or dance, or leave for that matter,” Hermione protested, her voice getting hissy as she leant forwards towards Draco in anger.
“No, but you’re fuckin’ lucky I was there,” Draco cursed. Hermione scowled at Draco, biting the inside of her cheeks to stop from saying something scathing until she came up with a decent reply.
“I thought I thanked you for that this morning?” Hermione finally asked. The ways he pitched the question sounded seductive at its worst and when Blaise started laughing, Draco growled under his breath.
“You cooked me breakfast,” Draco protested.
“And you practically came over it,” Hermione retorted. Now Pansy and Blaise were laughing and Draco was fuming as was Hermione.
“That’s below the belt,” Draco whined. Hermione just snickered as she made the connection between what she had just said and what Draco replied with.
“Stop whining,” Hermione them replied. Draco glowered at Hermione and was infuriated with her when she simply sat back, crossed her arms and legs and smirked at him.
“Guys,” Blaise called. “Maybe you should order, eat, and then sort out your differences at home.”
“Good idea Blaise,” Hermione smiled.
“So what are you having?” Pansy grinned. She couldn’t help but find the squabble between her two friends absolutely hilarious, even if it was charged with sexual tension on Draco’s side.
“Chicken Lasagne, it’s my absolute favourite with a butterbeer,” Hermione smiled. Pansy wrote down Hermione’s order with a smile and then turned to Draco to order.
“Wait let me guess Chicken Lasagne with a small mead,” Pansy smirked, Draco nodded mutely and Pansy smiled as she walked away.
“How’d Pans know what you’d order?” Hermione asked.
“Chicken Lasagne is my favourite,” Draco grinned.
Dinner between Hermione and Draco was a quiet affair spent in comfortable silence until they were finished when Hermione offered to pay for her half but Draco vehemently refused.
“Why not?” Hermione asked when Draco called Blaise over.
“Because I just said, let me pay,” Draco argued.
“Oh for crying out loud, anyone would think we still lived in the Middle Ages,” Hermione snapped.
“Sorry but that’s the way I was raised,” Draco growled.
“Well it’s not surprising since the Malfoy’s are ancient anyways,” Hermione smirked. Draco glowered as Blaise got to the table. Draco didn’t even consider Hermione as he took out the money for their meal and placed it in his hand. “Draco!” Hermione whisper yelled. She was seething now and as Blaise was sent away he worried for his best mate, he was clearly looking to be hexed by a very angry, very talented, Hermione Granger.
“What?” Draco replied nonchalantly as Hermione rose and pulled on her coat. Draco just sat there staring at her before Hermione walked away out of The Three Broomsticks and apparated to Draco’s flat. “What a fine way to start our first day of living together,” Draco smirked. He was glad he had the extra room sorted out because that meant Hermione could rage in her own space. Taking his time to finish his drink Draco then stood up, walked outside and apparated home. And when he got there he found the home dark and quiet with no sign of Hermione Granger anywhere.
“You prat,” Hermione hissed and Draco turned around to find her in pyjama shorts and a purple tee-shirt, standing in his doorway. The sight of her with her black hair hanging around her face, angry brown eyes and her pyjama’s over pale creamy skin made desire flood through Draco’s body and he swallowed loudly.
“What?” Draco asked defiantly as he took steps back away from her, he knew that look; she was about an inch from smacking him again.
“Ugh you really are a prat Malfoy,” Hermione sneered as she walked closer and crossed her arms over her sizable chest.
“No, you’re just too independent for your own good,” Draco retorted as he tried to keep his eyes away from her body and on those very angry eyes.
“Since when did being independent be a bad thing?” Hermione asked.
“Since I wanted to treat you nicely,” Draco growled as Hermione stepped closer to him almost backing him up against the wall.
“I don’t need to be treated nicely,” Hermione growled back, pouting a bit this time so her lower lip jutted out, and all Draco wanted to do was walk forwards and bite that lip so softly.
“I didn’t say you need to I said I wanted to,” Draco answered ever so slightly breathless. Hermione frowned at him and tilted her head to the side ever so slightly as her brown eyes cooled. Moved by a sudden stab of desire Draco pushed off the wall he was stood against, took two quick strides across the room, grabbed Hermione’s waist and lowered his lips to meet hers.
Hermione froze for a second for reason kick in in retaliation to Draco’s lips on hers, but then a second later she felt as if she was melting and she put her arms around his neck pulled herself tight to him, leaning up on her tip toes to shorten the distance he had to lean down, as he was at least a foot taller than her at 6”3 ish.
Hesitantly, as if fearing rejection, Draco ran his tongue along Hermione’s lower lip and without thinking about it Hermione opened up to him, allowing their battle for dominance to continue with their tongues. As they kissed every rational thought in Hermione’s head faded as the cherry, smoke and musk scent of the man in her arms flooded and overwhelmed her senses until she needed air. Hermione pulled away to breathe and without missing a beat or giving her time to correct her thoughts, Draco lowered his mouth to her neck and jaw, kissing up her neck to the point just behind her jaw, underneath her ear. When his lips hit that point Hermione felt her head tip back and she moaned.
Yet the sound of pleasure from Hermione was all it took to break the trance she was in and she pushed back and away from Draco quickly and without looking at him she turned away and bolted to the other room. Cursing himself for his stupidity Draco flopped down onto the couch and willed his body to calm down and cooperate, when it didn’t he then settled for remembering all the times Pansy had forced herself on him and he hadn’t wanted her, which worked a treat.
Hermione didn’t look like she would be surfacing any time soon so Draco stood up and walked over to the fire.
“The Three Broomsticks, Blaise’s office,” Draco called and he threw the floor powder. The green flames engulfed him and suddenly he was spinning away.
“Draco?” Blaise questioned as he looked up from his work.
“Hey Blaise, you got a minute for an old friend with woman troubles?” Draco asked with a smirk.
“Remember how you said you felt like an anti-social old guy. Well now you sound like one. But yes I do have a minute, let me guess it has something to do with Hermione,” Blaise said with a slight smirk to his almost black eyes.
“Well done, 50 points to Slytherin…” Draco said sarcastically. Blaise looked at his mate with a questioning look in his eyes.
“Well, what happened?”
“We were squabbling, and then I dunno she just looked so cute with her black hair everywhere and soft pyjamas on, with an angry look in her eyes… I kissed her Blaise,” Draco groaned into his hands.
“And kissing her is a bad thing because?” Blaise asked.
“Because I offered her a room at my flat for a while so she could get better, not so I could get into bed with her, and I’m meant to be helping her and thinking about her not my own selfish wants.” Draco said, still groaning into his hands.
“I don’t see the problem. Did she kiss you back?”
“Yeah, then she pushed me away.”
“How long after you kissed her did she push you away?”
“After we broke apart to breathe and I kissed her neck.”
“Sweet Salazar can you guys be any more like teenage girls. You’re analysing every damn thing the girl did. You kissed her, she kissed back and then she pulled away. She’s confused. Although Draco I would advise not kissing her till she starts it next time,” Pansy sighed from the doorway.
When Draco returned home after an hour he yawned and walked to his bed only to be met by Hermione sat there fully clothed in shoes.
“Are you going out?” Draco asked as he leant on the doorframe.
“Yeah,” Hermione answered as she shook her hair back from her face.
“St Mungo’s, I have an appointment,” Hermione replied quietly.
“For your medicines?” Draco asked. Hermione nodded calmly and then Draco watched her wand buzz. “I thought you turned that off?”
“I did, it’s buzzing to tell me about my appointment.”
“Have you needed to take any of your draughts today?”
“Needed to yes, actually taken any no, why because I threw them down the sink. I don’t want them, I don’t need them,” Hermione replied defiantly as she stood up and raised her chin.
“Do you want me to keep you company when you go to hospital?” Draco asked.
“If you want to come then come,” Hermione smiled shyly before she crossed to the fireplace and flooed away.
Hermione emerged in the lobby of St Mungo’s and made her way over to the front desk where Lavender was on duty as the welcome witch.
“Hi I have an appointment,” Hermione murmured. Lavender looked up and narrowed her eyes when she saw it was Hermione, Lavender hadn’t had much patience for the girl in front of her since Ron accidentally broke up with her in 6th year, then the narrowed eyes were gone and she was tapping away on the keyboard. With a friendly smile that Hermione knew was fake Lavender handed Hermione a small slip of paper with the room number and healer name on it. As Hermione went to turn away she saw Lavender’s mouth drop open and Hermione frowned before backing away into a hard chest.
“So you decided to come after all,” Hermione smiled as she felt arms snake around her waist.
“Wouldn’t miss it sweetie,” Draco smiled. Hermione laughed and untangled herself from his arms.
“Would you please behave? What happened to Mr Moody Pants from 2 minutes ago?” Hermione snickered as she set off walking.
“Mr Moody Pants was reacting to Mrs Moody Pants over here, but decided to play a game with the air head considering she was a bitch to you over Weasley,” Draco smirked.
“What kind of game?” Hermione asked as she found the correct door.
“The kind of game where I make her insanely jealous by making you mine, even if it’s just pretence,” Draco laughed softly as the door opened. Hermione shook her head then and laughed.
“Miss Granger, I don’t think I introduced myself last time, but I am Healer Karris. I see you are feeling much better?” The woman smiled as she opened the door.
“Marginally,” Hermione answered as she took a seat next to the healer’s desk.
“Could this be due to your boyfriend?” Healer Karris asked. Both Hermione and Draco stared at Healer Karris as if she’d grown legs out of the top of her head.
“He’s not my boyfriend. More like former enemy turned friend. Yes he’s supporting me at the minute and I am living with him till I’m back on my feet but we’re not involved romantically,” Hermione said quickly. As she spoke she couldn’t help but remember the feel of his lips on hers 2 hours previous to the conversation and she blushed slightly.
“You are not romantically involved?”
“No, she’s more like an annoying little sister,” Draco smirked.
“Little… I believe you are the younger one here,” Hermione snickered.
“Me? Hey I’m not the one who’s practically 5 foot nothing,” Draco retorted.
“Shut up, you prat, sometimes it pays to be small and dainty that a great giant of a man,” Hermione muttered, then she turned her attention from the insulted face of Draco and onto the amused face of the healer.
“Okay so Hermione how was your first day with the calming draughts?”
“I used three. I threw the rest away, I went through today without them. I don’t need them and I don’t want to be reliant on them. The stupors don’t happen if I breakdown when I need to,” Hermione stated firmly.
“And how did today go without them?” Healer Karris asked.
“It was fine, not too difficult in terms of dealing with stuff, I only needed them once and that’s cause he was being a prat,” Hermione answered honestly. Draco looked up from the floor to the side of Hermione’s face and he was glad she was looking at the healer because the look that crossed his face was one of pain and sadness. He’d promised himself not to hurt her and just by being a prat he had made her want a calming draught.
Draco tuned out after that, the healer asked questions Hermione gave answers to and her responses were monitored, but when Hermione came back out she was a mess, pulling all the details about her parents could not have been easy. As they walked down to the lobby Draco felt shaking fingers on his wrist and he really looked at the beautiful girl next to him.
Hermione was silently crying, silently begging him to comfort her with her eyes but as Draco pulled Hermione close to him and let her sob against him a reporter popped up out of nowhere and took a photo. Draco had never ever seen Hermione move so fast, because one minute she was in his arms the next she was standing with her wand straight out towards the frozen photographer.
“You dare print that picture with some foul villainous story to go with it and I swear to Merlin I will hex you so hard that your great grandchildren will still have boils,” Hermione snarled. The photographer nodded as he stared at Hermione in fear and then Draco took her wrist and pulled her away.
“Hermione?” Draco questioned quietly.
“Take me home please,” Hermione whispered as she curled herself into Draco’s embrace and buried her face against his chest. Draco rubbed her back comfortingly then tightened his hold on her and apparated out of the place.
As soon as their feet touched the floor of his flat Hermione broke down and fell limp in Draco’s arms. Lowering them to the floor Draco pulled Hermione into his lap and hugged her tightly as she cried. This was the hardest she had cried in his arms and Draco could feel his heart breaking at the very sound of her harsh sobs. Then there was a pause and Hermione leant up in his arms and pressed her mouth to his. This time it was Draco who froze as their lips met, but then the enticing feel Hermione’s mouth moving against his own gave him control of his body and he began to kiss her back. On her lips he could taste the salt from her tears but also taste something that was uniquely Hermione sweet as sugar and warm like hot chocolate, but the salt he could taste gave him a sane head so as she tried to deepen the kiss Draco kept it soft and simple. With a frustrated noise of annoyance Hermione moved back away from him.
“Kiss me!” Hermione pleaded. Draco’s heart jumped in his chest as he wanted to do nothing more than that and when Hermione leant back in he kissed her again, keeping himself on a tight leash so he didn’t deepen a kiss he shouldn’t even have. “Dammit, kiss me properly, I know you want to!” Hermione growled as she pulled away and started to kiss a sensitive spot on his neck that he didn’t even know existed.
“Hermione no,” Draco whispered. Hermione growled as she continued to kiss that spot when she felt Draco shudder. He wanted her so much, and he raised his hand to her face ready to pull her lips back to his but… “No,” Draco said loudly this time as he pushed Hermione away from him.
“Draco?” Hermione gasped quietly before she started to cry again. “You don’t…?”
“Hermione it’s not that, you shouldn’t do this now, not when you’re so vulnerable,” Draco whispered as he looked her in her watery eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Hermione bawled as she threw her arms around his neck and cried against his shoulder.
“Merlin woman, there is nothing to apologise for. Shit…just come to bed,” Draco groaned as he manoeuvred Hermione off his lap and stood up, pulling her up also then pulling his bedroom.
Draco found her pyjamas on the bed and he switched her clothes magically before tucking her into bed, then he pulled on a pair of shorts over his boxers and crawled into bed beside Hermione. Fearing rejection, Draco stretched out his arm slowly and hooked it around Hermione’s waist but when she didn’t shrug him off he pulled her closer to his body.
Hermione woke up in the morning and tried to roll onto her back, but encountered something that was both soft and solid while warm. Looking over her shoulder she could see nothing but the pale white, muscular shoulder of the person behind her and as her memory caught up to her thoughts she remembered last night. With a fierce blush and a sudden feeling of shame and disgust Hermione pulled away from Draco as a sob made its way out of her throat. Unfortunately the noise and the sudden rough movement of his arm almost being tugged out of his socket woke Draco and Hermione found herself regretfully meeting the soft grey eyes that in the morning were liquid silver.
“Morning,” Draco sighed. Hermione just stared at the man in front of her as if he was from another planet, what kind of man wakes up in the morning after dealing with her crazy antics all night and just says morning? So Hermione opened her mouth.
“How can you just say morning after last night?” Hermione whispered. Draco sat up and tried to meet her eyes, but she avoided him like an expert.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Draco asked.
“I, I was a nuisance last night, I made a fool out of myself, I annoyed you, I was a pain in the ass, and you just say morning.” Hermione rushed. Draco let out an amused chuckle and Hermione felt a large hand cup her chin then lift her head to force her to look into Draco’s eyes.
“You weren’t a nuisance, you didn’t annoy me, I was an equal pain in the ass and you didn’t make a fool out of yourself so yes I said morning,” Draco answered. Hermione’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the breath taking man in front of her.
“But I did, I forced a kiss on you and you rejected me,” Hermione whispered, her lower lip trembling as she remembered the feel of being pushed away. Draco who saw another onslaught of tears quickly found a way to divert the crying jag.
“I pushed you away because I don’t think you would be too happy if you woke up this morning and realised we slept together. You’re vulnerable at the minute and I don’t want to take advantage of that, if we had continued that kiss, I would have inadvertently done so and I won’t do that to you Hermione,” Draco murmured sincerely. “Now, I shall make breakfast this morning, show you how a real man cooks.” Draco puffed out his chest proudly then climbed out of bed. Hermione giggled weakly and Draco relaxed.
“You pushed me away for me?”
“Yes I did, now out of bed, in the shower, get dressed, when you’re done, breakfast shall be also,” Draco smiled as he pushed Hermione lightly.
With a glare Hermione climbed off the bed and grabbed her beaded purse of the bedside table before heading to the bathroom. Draco sighed and flopped back against his pillows as he heard Hermione move around the bathroom, then with trepidation he crawled out of bed and padded out the room and across the main room to the kitchen area.
Within 10 minutes Draco had cooked breakfast the magical way and Hermione had a plate of food and a coffee waiting in her space with a warming charm on it while Draco waited patiently for 20 more minutes for Hermione to join him so he himself could eat. It was bad manners to start your meal without a guest, and even if he wasn’t living at Malfoy manor, eating before the guest was a rule his mother had instilled on him, he would not disobey his mother, Lucius’ rules mainly went unacknowledged nowadays.
“Draco, why didn’t you start eating?” Hermione asked as she emerged from the bedroom and sat down opposite him.
“It’s polite to wait for your guest,” Draco answered formally. Hermione raised an eyebrow before looking down at her food.
Draco had made an omelette with toast and a few beans on the side and Hermione had to admit she was impressed by not only the presentation but the taste.
“Gods why aren’t you married?” Hermione mimicked. Draco smirked at her and then sat back and pondered her question with a long pale finger touched to the corner of his mouth.
“Never found the right woman, I want someone who can give me a challenge day in day out, someone intelligent but not boring with it,” Draco smiled as he listed a few things that he wanted in a future wife. Hermione made a face.
“What happened to her needing to be pureblood?”
“I gave up on blood status when my father went to Azkaban,” Draco said shortly.
“Draco, can I ask you something?” Hermione asked as she swallowed a mouthful of food.
“If you ask your question, I can ask one about you,” Draco warned. Hermione made another face then dropped her eyes to her food.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“If you want to ask me a question ask it,” Draco sighed.
“I don’t want to answer,” Hermione murmured as she swallowed another bite of her food.
Draco tried to get Hermione to talk for the remainder of breakfast but she refused to even acknowledge he was there and Draco was kicking himself for being so stupid. What question did he have in mind anyway? Nothing that’s what, so with a sour expression he watched Hermione walk over to his couch sit down and turn on his TV. Since when did Hermione watch TV?
“Since when did you watch TV?” Draco asked.
“Most normal people watch TV nowadays Draco,” Hermione murmured.
“Since when were you, brightest witch of our age, ever normal, and I do not mean that in a bad way. Not being normal is good,” Draco said hurriedly.
“Since I decided to be now can we cut the questions?” Hermione snapped.
“One more?” Draco pleaded as he came to stand behind her.
“One more,” Hermione granted.
“Why are you not reading a book?” Draco asked.
“Because I don’t want to, books are boring,” Hermione whispered. At this Draco bit his lip to hide a gasp and felt a violent shudder ripple through him instead.
“I’m going out, I’ll be back in a bit,” Draco said, trying to keep his voice normal, then he apparated to the Three Broomsticks and from there he flooed to Harry Potter’s
Author's Note ~
*Shocked face* Hermione Granger the bookworm finding books boring what is this??? And guyssss i finally got some Dramione romance in there, what do you think, am i doing their romance justice? Leave a review?? So many of you have been reading my story and i'm thrilled but i would love to know what you think of it, even if it's criticism :) Chapter 8 has already been written and i'm on Chapter 9 and things are gonna get serious ;)
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