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Houseguest	By : triz Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer - I own nothing! I'm just borrowing from J.K. Rowling!

Chapter 2

Hermione Granger's eyes widened in surprise as she stood at the open door. She was most definitely shocked to see Draco Malfoy standing at her door. "Malfoy!" she gasped.

"Nice outfit," Draco commented seeing her in her light pink unicorn pajamas. "Aren't you going to let a poor bloke in before he freezes his arse off in the rain?"

Hermione frowned slightly, seeing that he was slightly chattering. He was correct, she had to let him in, regardless of who he was. He did look somewhat pitiful anyhow. "What the bloody hell are you doing walking out in the rain?" she snapped as she stepped aside, allowing him to walk in. "And how did you find out where I lived?"

Draco let the duffel bags slip off his shoulders as he let them drop to the floor near the door, and hugged himself tightly. "Do you think that I planned to stand out in the rain? And I do have my connections at the Ministry. All I did was ask for your address. Are we going to play twenty questions or are you going to be an impeccable host, and feed me? I'm starving, Granger?"

"Impeccable host my arse, Malfoy. You're the one that comes knocking at my door unannounced. Your arrogance astounds me," she hissed as she shook her head. "I'll let you get dressed into some dry clothes, not because I don't want you to get sick, because I don't care if you do. I don't want you to leave a water stain on my living floor. I will make some chicken noodle soup and you'd better get out of here later on. Whatever your problems are, Malfoy, I want nothing of it." Without another word, she stomped away, making her way towards the kitchen.

Draco sighed as he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and ran his fingers through his hair. He prayed and hoped that Granger wouldn't force him out of her house later on. There was nowhere else for him to go, no one else to run to. Aside from the last two thousand pounds that he had in his wallet, he was truly at a loss.

"It'll be ready in a minute," Hermione told him as she looked over her shoulder when he walked in. "Take a seat if you want to."

Draco sat himself down one of the three chairs around the small dining table that was a few steps away from the kitchen. He looked around noticing that the kitchen and dining area was one room, with the living room behind the wall. He also remembered seeing stairs leading upstairs, and wondered not only how many bedrooms the house had, but how people managed to live in such a small place, a family no less.

Malfoy Manor had been his home his entire life. Even the bachelor pad that he rarely used was grander than Hermione's home. He only used it when he had a woman that he was shagging for the night, other than that, it was his family home.

As Draco continued to look around, he noticed many unfamiliar things, concluding that they were some sort of Muggle appliance or electronic. The only ones he knew of were the ones that the magical world adapted to years ago—the television with its other components such as the DVD player and the computer with internet. Another was the cellular phone, which he obviously couldn't live without, keeping in contact with his friends when they would have plans to party and whatnot. Perhaps though, it had changed as he has turned his off a few hours back, not wanting to hear from his parents or anyone for that matter.

"Here," Hermione said placing the bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of him along with a bowl, then pouring him an ice cold glass of instant punch. "Eat while it's still hot."

Draco nodded his thanks and watched her as she sat across from him. "Have you eaten your dinner?" he asked.

"I did," she replied softly. "I usually eat at six or seven and around this time, I'm asleep."

"I… apologize if I caused you any inconvenience," he said uncomfortably. He really wasn't one for apologizing, but the hour was indeed late as it was half passed ten. As he started to eat his dinner, he noticed that it was palatable. Better than anything he could cook himself because he really couldn't cook at all. "I hope I didn't wake you."

"No, I was actually reading." Hermione watched him intently as he avoided eye contact and stared at his soup as he stirred it. She could tell that his mind was on something, and his appetite probably lost. "Why are you here, Malfoy?" she finally asked.

Draco closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. What else was there to say? He had to tell her the truth. "As punishment for me being a slacker, as my father puts it, they've decided that I live in the Muggle world, without magic, and learn how to cope by myself for about a year, and get a job and all. I have to prove myself worthy of my soon to be inheritance, if not, it goes to Zabini. My father said it was easier than me finishing university," he explained, and looked directly at her. "Honestly, I think it's a load of shit if you ask me."

"They seriously did that?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

"I'm here aren't I?" Draco snapped. When he suddenly realized his actions, he groaned and apologized. "I'm sorry, I'm just really mad at the moment. It was wrong of me to snap at you, especially when I came here for your help." He was so overwhelmed with emotions that he also felt the familiar burning of tears beneath growing beneath his eyes.

Hermione didn't say anything, but just nodded and allowed him to continue.

"All I have is what I have on me, and that's about two thousand quid left from my trust fund. I have to get a job but I've never lifted a finger in my life. I don't have money, I don't have anything." Draco said shakily. "I didn't know where else to go and no one else to run to. Please, Granger…" Suddenly, he just broke out in sobs, and buried his face in his hands.

There was no denying that Hermione started to feel sorry for him. He seemed so desperate, so lost. She had never seen him in such an emotional state, even during the war. Feeling uncomfortable seeing him in such a manner, she stood up silently and walked away.

After sobbing for a good number of minutes, Draco's sobs eventually ebbed away. He sniffled as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. When he looked up, he noticed that Hermione was gone. Sighing in defeat, he knew that she wasn't going to help him. Why would she? After the way he had treated her all those years?

Draco slowly trudged to the front door, deep in thought as he tried to figure out what he was going to do. Nothing came to mind. He stared out the window and noticed that it was still raining hard. He shook his head and put on his jacket and picked his bags up. When he was about to reach for the knob, he heard Granger call him.

"Malfoy?" Hermione questioned with a frown as she stood at the bottom of the stairs. In her hands she held the towel that he had used earlier, a blanket, and a pillow.

"Thanks for dinner, Granger, but I know when I'm not wanted," Draco said softly with a single nod.

"Ignore what I said earlier. I know you wouldn't be here if you had nowhere else to go. And I'm not going to kick you out in the street in this weather." she said. "I think it's best that we call it a night, and allow you to sleep on things. I'm sure things will be best figured out when you're emotions aren't controlling you. Follow me," she said as she nudged her head to the side and turned on her feet.

Draco followed and soon found himself in a very small room after walking through a door behind the stairs. All it had was a sofa bed, along with a desk and a chair. Near the door, stood a single cabinet, which was really meant for one person. The walls were decorated with a beige color that seemed to have darkened and aged over time. There was only one window which was small, and couldn't be opened. Above at the center of the ceiling, was a single florescent light that lit everything up. Over all, the size of the room was small, much smaller than the bathroom he had back at the manor.

"This is the guest room," Hermione explained as placed the pillow and blanket on the sofa bed. The towel, she hung at the back of the chair to dry. "I know it isn't much, but… I really haven't moved into my parents' bedroom, and still stay in my old room," she admitted sadly.

"No, it's fine." Draco remembered that her parents' had died, becoming targets of Voldemort. She didn't have to explain herself to him.

"But I'm sure this is better than actually living in a cupboard like Harry did when he lived with his Muggle relatives, the Dursleys," Hermione stated.

Draco could only nod. Potter slept in a cupboard?

"Is there anything you need?" Hermione asked as she walked towards him.

With a shake of his head, he answered, "No, this is more than enough."

"Sleep well, Malfoy," Hermione told him, before leaving him alone.

Draco placed his bags next to the closet, too tired to unpack. He stared at the sofa bed and wondered if he was going to get any sleep. It looked very much uncomfortable compared to his ultra king-sized bed, with Egyptian cotton down sheets. When he heard the thunder outside, he thought it that it was better than nothing. Least he would be warm away from the cruel weather.

AN – Poor Draco, our little lost pup. Review!
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