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Boys Night, Girls Night	By : ginbucket009 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 66024 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Boys Night, Girls Night
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Tis the season of giving- so here's a bit more
I'll try and get more done before my birthday
Enjoy!

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11.

Hermione heard a soft voice calling her. She ignored the hand on her shoulder. She clung to the quiet black in her mind, but the hand shook her again, insistent. She could register bright light; so she merely tucked her head under her arm and snuggled into the rumpled sheet. Then someone tugged her hair.

"Damn-it, what?" she growled.

Ginny giggled. "You need to get up. We have things to do today, notwithstanding your sleep cycle."

She sat up and slowly shook out her hair which had turned into a lion's mane while she tossed and turned all night, thoughts circling around in her head. Last night...
Wearily, she got up still wrapped in a blanket and concentrated putting one foot in front of the other. She focused on sitting at the kitchen table, wrapping her hands around a mug of tea. She nearly vomited when Gin put toast in front of her. She pushed it away. She felt hollow, the way you do when you had let all your emotions go haywire, crying them all out. Her stomach wasn't interested in keeping food where it belonged.

�I was thinking of the Invitus, Muggle Repelling, and Unplottable charms to begin with. From that, we could extend the more severe ones on your actual bedroom. Harry is going to ask Kingsley if you can have an auror watching the apartment and your office...� Ginny started, without bringing up Malfoy, for which she was grateful.

She let her talk for a bit, focusing on not burning her tongue while she took a deep sip from the steaming mug.
"I told mum we wouldn�t be at the dinner tonight.�

Hermione nodded robotically. Every other Sunday night Mrs. Weasley had a big dinner for their family and friends, a way of catching up.
Hermione was again appreciative; she didn�t want a large crowd. She could barely keep herself in one piece in front of Ginny let alone Mrs. Weasley�s sharp eyes. She finished her tea, and washed out the mug, listening to Gin ramble on about George and Seamus�s latest antics.

"Thanks, Gin." she said in a quiet voice.

Ginny looked up, hearing something in her voice, and she froze at the expression on her face.

"Anytime, but you already know that, don't you?" She said fiercely.

Hermione nodded.

Standing outside the door to her apartment sometime later, Hermione watched as her best friend cast her charms and jinx without emotion. Everything, all the colors and problems in her life seemed to fall flat. Maybe it was just her mood. She started hardening herself for the confrontation that was extremely possible with Malfoy most likely on the other side of the door.

�Ginny, you are of course invited to come in whenever you want.� She half grinned.

Rolling her eyes, Ginny walked past her and opened the door. The Invitus charm prevented anyone from crossing the threshold unless invited in by those who lived there personally. It was quite effective.

Hermione still had the sad excuse for a grin on her face when she walked into the apartment. Her expression froze when she saw a girl making breakfast in the kitchen.
Ginny�s eyes flashed to her face and she couldn't feel her face to know what she saw.

The girl looked up from her task and seemed completely serene about being in strange apartment half naked.

�Oh, you must be the roommate. I�m Bree. I�m making Draco breakfast, would you like some?� She pointed to the skillet.
So Draco told her about his roommate? Hermione wasn�t sure why it hurt so much, and wasn�t interested in figuring it out. Everything hurt, might as well roll with the punches.
She made an effort to put some animation into her face. �No, thank you.� Her attention drifted to Malfoy, who was standing in the doorway to his room, a towel around his waist. Draco�s face was unsympathetic, daring her to say something. His very stance was a challenge. So this is how it was going to be? She hadn't known it would be so difficult. She wanted to claw his face, scream and rage at him. She wanted to jump into his arms and have him never let her go.

Instead, she raised an eyebrow, and began to walk to her room.
�Malfoy, when you're done can you make sure the kitchen is clean? I don�t have time to tidy up after you today.�
She went directly to her room, her safe haven, without looking back. She needed to be in that locked room before she did something she would regret, again. Once there, she sat heavily on her bed and turned to Ginny in mute appeal to start casting the charms.

Ginny didn�t bother to ask about what just occurred.

Was that how she was going to act? She wasn�t sure how she was going to do upon meeting him again. Seeing that girl made her see red. How could he do that to her? It was just as gentle as kicking her in the gut.

Then again, it wasn't like it mattered to him. Just another normal night out. How inflated her ego must have been to think he would apologize. She wasn't a blimp on his radar.

...that hurt.

Later that night, Draco saw Hermione leave her room and head into the kitchen. He was wondering if she was even in the apartment it had been so quiet. Then again, a silencing charm was most likely put on.
She began making dinner, just like every other night. But tonight, it was done in silence. No conversations, no music, no singing; just the mundane sound of chopping vegetables, clanging of pots and plates being prepared.

�Malfoy, I wanted to let you know that the ministry wanted everyone to update their security wards, so Ginny and I did it this afternoon. Invitus, Unplottable, Muggle Repelling, you know, the norm.� He heard her say, offhand.

�That�s fine.� He responded gruffly.

It went back to silence. Instead of the normal procedure of sitting at the dinner table, she took her plate to her room and left him to eat alone.

Draco clamped his mouth shut on the words to call her back. It was what he asked for, isn�t it?

The entire week followed the same routine. Silence unless something was mandatory to ask. Or when Draco inevitably brought some girl home in the wee hours of the morning. Not that Hermione had much time to think about it.

Hermione was stressed out. She sat at the kitchen table, papers strewn about, and different menu proposals peaking out from behind pile of parchment known as the guest list. The latest count was 350, having gone up from the 200 originally planned for. Damn-it it all to hell!

She rolled her neck back and forth, trying to release some of the tension. The week had been horrible. Of course the Federation of International Wizardry had picked this week to have a breakdown in diplomacy. Damn Percy Weasley- his report on potion vial thickness had bottomed out and three guesses as to who took the blame? Then of course this week her industrial oven at the bakery went on the fritz and her executive secretary had an emergency situation and would be out for weeks. If that weren�t enough, there was what she had labeled the Malfoy issue.

She had expected awkward moments and problems acting like she hadn�t spent a perfect night or two sleeping with him. What she couldn�t have predicted was the way her body would remember while she longed to forget.

Remembering made it that much harder.

If he walked into the room, she caught her breath.
When he reached for his coat, she remembered how he grabbed her hips. How those fingers trailed down her spine.
When he drank from a glass she remembered his mouth on hers, teasing and provocative. She couldn�t make her body behave for the love of Merlin.

Hermione Jane Granger was just about to snap.

It was during this little episode that the bastard in question walked into their flat. As he shrugged out of his jacket, her eyes ran over him without her permission and felt her body react accordingly.

Bugger.
Draco saw Hermione was in the kitchen, quills, supervised by Hermione, were writing on their own, parchment floating everywhere.

She no longer welcomed him home. It bothered him more than a snarky comment would have.

Her hair was thrown up, and she wore a somewhat frantic expression on her face. Her movements were rough, agitated. She had a hand on her neck, trying to loosen the muscles. He crushed the urge to replace her hands with his own and rub away the stress. It was weird. He use to do it without a second thought - even before their fight. Grasping at a distraction, he peered at one parchment which was floating close to him. He realized these were the plans for the charity banquet. How long ago did he ask her? It seemed like months.

�How are the plans going?� He asked.

�They�re fine.� She answered shortly, not looking at him. She crossed out another line on the parchment in front of her. Like she was really going to complain to something he gave her as a challenge? She might be tired and frustrated beyond belief, but damn it all to hell if she would let him know that.

�It doesn�t look fine. What�s wrong? I don�t want my benefit ending up a mess.� He retorted. He knew he was crossing the boundaries they had set up; these no question no information conversations. He was baiting her, and couldn�t make himself stop.

She slapped down the quill in her hand and stared straight ahead. �Oh yes, Prince Malfoy must be thought of first. How silly of me.� How dare he try and make this about him?

�Granger-� he started.

She cut him off. �It would be perfect if Viktor would stop upping the number of guests. It would be already done if he didn�t keep rejecting menu proposals. And I certainly could wash my hands of this entire affair if I could concentrate without Krum�s owl interrupting me every waking minute asking for a date!� She grabbed her wand.
�All would be fine if self centered assholes would stop asking questions thinking only of themselves and let me work in peace and quiet.� She threw in his face.
With a sweep of her wand, all her belongings started floating into her room. She got up to stalk past him. She didn�t need this right now, this constant antagonism he kept handing her. Every word of his was laced with malice and she was over trying to tiptoe around him.

�Granger, wait.� He snatched her wrist in passing, a natural instinct. �I�ll talk to Krum. I�ll tell him to lay off a bit.�

�I hadn�t realized you were the Chief Enforcer of Pureblood Brats. What? Is Krum going to get a demerit?� she retorted sarcastically, ignoring the way her heart started pounding and how she couldn't find the will to pull away.

�I�m serious.� His voice was muted, sincere. Her skin was warm and he felt a tiny shock go up his arm. He stared at her wrist, so small, so soft. He could say it, I miss you. It would be so easy.

She almost threw her pride away when he grabbed her wrist. She stood there for a moment and enjoyed the false note of concern in his voice. It was effortless to picture that he cared, that he was sorry. Unconsciously she was leaning into him. How simple would it be to turn around throw her arms around his neck ... and have him reject her again. That sliced through the hazy quality of her thoughts.

She jerked her wrist away.

�Thanks, but I don�t need you.� she mumbled and walked into her room and shutting the door.
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