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The Guest	By : Ayan Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Guest

Rated: M

Summary: Death Eaters are on the hunt to
kill a traitor and in the mean time; the traitor makes himself
comfortable in Hermione Granger�s home.

Chapter 1

She strained her eyes apart. This was definitely not working
out. Sleep tonight was hopeless. In a futile attempt, she patted her pillows
and positioned herself in a ball with one pillow between her legs. Minutes
later, she groaned knowing that any effort to sleep was highly impossible. She
gazed at the bright red alarm clock and read the time: two in the morning. Once
again, she gave a groan. She might as well get up and read a book for the rest
of the night. Reading
books were the only option she had after a restless night and besides she
needed to catch up on some of her paper work at the Magical Law Enforcement
Department.

She threw off the covers and slipped into her fluffy
slippers. On her way towards the door, her reflection through the wall mirror
stopped her. Her hair was in a mess beyond repair due to her tossing and
turning on the bed. Being the self-conscious person that she was, Hermione
Granger tied her hair back in a loose bun with a black hair-tie lying on her
dressing table. She gave a small smile to hide the depression brought upon her
for the night and left the room. She walked quietly, trying to not disturb
anyone else from their sleep as she made her way to the small study hall. The
door must have been closed because she ended up slamming against it due to the
dark hallway. Hermione let out a silent curse as she stumbled back.

�Merlin, watch where you�re bloody going Granger,� someone
sneered.

Hermione�s eyes narrowed as an outline of the last person
she wanted to stumble across came to view. It wasn�t the door that she had
collided against but his hard chest. With that acknowledgement, first thing she
wanted to do was wrap her slim fingers around his neck and choke him to death
but that was not going to happen.

She had to keep herself composed as she politely asked,
�what are you doing out here?� She wanted to add, �Was sleeping on the couch
not at your suitable taste?� remembering how much he argued with her for an
hour why he should get her bed and she sleep on the floor. As if Hermione would
ever allow that to happen. She would have
offered to transfigure the couch into a bed, since his wand was withheld but
having him around was enough to get her arrogant side out. Too bad, she
thought, if he wasn�t in bad terms with her she wouldn�t mind lending him her
bed.

�Couldn�t sleep so here I am,� he sighed before entering
the study room, Hermione right behind. She couldn�t believe what she was
hearing, she was the one who wanted to spend some time in the study room and
read. After all, he was the one keeping her up and he was planning to irritate
her further by being in the same room as her?

She wanted to scream. All horrid thoughts of slaughtering
the king of vanity alone could not help the fact that she was stuck with him.
Since when did protecting a brute become an obligation? It was Draco Malfoy
after all, the only person that could single-handedly boil her blood over a
hundred degrees Celsius. Wasn�t that fact alone enough for Albus Dumbledore to
hand him off to someone else? Did Dumbledore want her to go insane by morning?
That must be the only possible reason he gave her the duty to take care of
Malfoy. Taking care of someone like him consisted of head-aches and a soar
throat by the next day, surely Dumbledore must have been out of his wits.

Even though Hermione cursed under her breath and avoided
any eye contact from the brute that sat on the arm chair, it didn�t change the
fact she was to protect him. No one outside of the Order of The Phoenix could
know of his residence at her apartment. He was to reside here until Mad Eye Moody
came for him in the morning. And since she had to deal with his existence for
eight hours, she decided to drop her utter defiance of the idea to settle him
in for the night.

Hermione was no entertainer and in no mood to converse
with Malfoy. Therefore, the only option they both had was to call it a night
early when they got to her place. But that alone couldn�t change her lack of
sleep tonight. Having Malfoy in the same place caused a nervous breakdown.
Whether she liked it or not, she didn�t want him in the hands of Death Eaters
who were searching for him, to kill. And even if he gave her enough problems,
protecting innocent people �however odd it is to place his name under it� was
her duty. She noticed his piercing eyes on her as she glanced through titles on
her small bookshelf. Once her back was to him, she gave a shudder �a delayed
reaction� to his glare. She couldn�t understand how he could be so obnoxious by
just watching her. What a terrible guest to have, she thought.

She was unable to find fresh new material to read, so she
lazily picked up Notable Magical Names of
Our Times. Instantly she found herself enthralled by the book as she found
herself a seat on the couch, farthest away from Malfoy. Half way down the page,
she heard a creaking sound and looked up. She found Malfoy leaning back on the
chair raising the front two legs up as he watched her. Hermione considered that
childish and quickly gazed away. She didn�t even finish a sentence when she
heard that sound once more. This time not looking up she asked, �Can you please
stop that?�

�Stop what?� Malfoy
replied innocently. Hermione slammed the thick cover of the book shut and
glared at him.

�That annoying sound you are making!� She gritted.

�What sound?� he continued.

�Malfoy, don�t play stupid with me. That sound with the
chair!�

�Oh, do you mean this?� he asked as he created the sound
once more.

�Yes,� Hermione hissed.

�No�I don�t think I�ll stop,� he replied and continued
leaning against the chair, using his one hand to stay stable against the desk.
Hermione�s eyes narrowed as she watched him move back and forth, over and over
again. Quickly she thought of ways she could kill him and throw his body over a
lake or river. Who would miss him? Certainly not his parents who were both in
prison or any of his so called friends who easily baited him out the first
chance they got for money.

�Granger it�s inappropriate to stare at someone like
that,� he said self-righteously.

�I believe you shouldn�t talk about inappropriate behavior
when you lack in that field. I would have assumed that coming from such a
disciplinary family would teach you to have manners,� she replied making sure
that she dragged the words. The corners of his mouth flinched, presumably
fighting back a comeback, as he watched her heatedly.

�Assuming makes an
ass out of you and me, so next time refrain from speaking about things that you
have no knowledge in, Granger,� he said calmly. She ignored him as she quickly
dove back into the pages of her book. If he wanted to win this stupid argument
then he will because she did not need or want a headache at this hour. As she
swept away into the contents of the book, something blocked off the light
source of the candle and Hermione snapped her head up to find Malfoy standing
before her.

�Can I help you?�

�As a matter fact you can. I need a shower, do you have
extra towels?� he asked.

Hermione slammed her book shut for the second time and got
up to fetch him a towel. On her way out, she could have sworn she heard him chuckle
but she couldn�t figure a reason as to why he would. She found two white clean
towels on the top shelf in her closet and she brought it down. Before she found
her way out her room, the mirror once again halted her. She stared at herself
and groaned. Not even with her hair tied could it change the fact that she
looked miserable. Her extra large white t-shirt looked like it swallowed her
whole and for some reason that made her feel worse. She loved her t-shirt but
when she had a male company wearing nothing but a sweatshirt and boxers, she
wanted to look more like a woman.

In that moment Hermione pulled her shirt over her head
exposing her black panties. She had no bra on and instantly felt a cold breeze
tickle her skin. She ran over to her dresser to find something appealing but
still coverable. That�s when she paused, what was she thinking? It was just
Malfoy. And if she looked marvelous, he would turn a blind eye on her. Why was
it suddenly, two in the morning, important to look more of a woman?

Hermione didn�t know where these sudden thoughts popped up
from but she couldn�t argue against them. They were impeccably right. And in
that exact moment, she ran back to her shirt on the floor but was suspended by
a creaking noise. Half way leaning down, Hermione turned her head to the
direction of the noise.

And her face went pale.

Standing before her, just as equally pale, was Malfoy.
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