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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 3

Hermione lightly pressed her head against her wooden door.
A sigh escaped her slightly dry lips. She didn’t know whether she should
be paranoid for the rest of her life that Malfoy saw her half-naked or be
pleased that she got revenge. Either way, she wasn’t proud of herself.
She was stooping to his level and Hermione knew better than to do something
like that. A queasy feeling erupted from her stomach the moment she looked back
at the spot, the center of her room, where she stood a few minutes ago.

In that very spot, he saw her in all her glory and
Hermione wanted nothing more than to wash off the feeling of a pervert’s
eyes watching her. But she didn’t want to encounter him again. Not right
now, when he was frustrated and pissed at her. Hermione knowingly smiled at
that. Good, she thought, let him be angry. She fiddled with her t-shirt as she
bit her lower lip. Whenever she bit her lip, it was because she was thinking
too hard. And right now, Hermione’s thoughts plagued her.

What if Malfoy decided to tell everyone about seeing her
naked? What if she could never look at herself again knowing Malfoy, of all
people, saw her breasts? Uneasily, she walked over to her mirror and stared
down at her chest. She hated the way they looked although they were not too big
or small, but she couldn’t stand them. Hermione wasn’t the type to
marvel at her looks because she saw nothing good in them. She sadly groaned.
What if Malfoy was in the living room right now laughing at her? He most likely
found her breasts hideous as he always considered her ugly.

She brushed a curl that had fallen behind her ear. Looking
back at the door, she was afraid she could never face Malfoy again. Even if she
had a minute ago, it was because anger had taken over her. She was furious that
he had walked in on her when he had no right whatsoever. But now, all that
shield of anger shattered, her true colors were showing. It didn’t
register that she had seen him half-naked too, with a small towel wrapped
around his slim waist. All that mattered was what he was thinking, what he was
doing and what he was scheming because knowing him, he would not let her last
stunt go. Slowly, a cold shiver ran down her spine. This was going to be a long
hell of a night, she thought. And before she could slip off her slippers and
curl up in her bed, a knock came from her door.

“Now what?” she muttered under her breath, but
did not move towards the door. Instead, she spoke up clearly, “What do
you want?”

“There’s something in your bloody living room
making noise!” he yelled behind the door.

“What sort of noise?”

“Do I look like I work for the department of deciphering
anonymous noise in a muggle living room?!” he yelled sarcastically.

“I’m coming!” Hermione said tiredly and
dragged her feet towards the door, opened it and found no one in the hall.
“Malfoy?” Hermione questioned as she looked down the hall towards
the living room.

“Over here!” he shouted and annoyed as she was
she followed. Once she entered the living room she found Malfoy looking around
as though he lost something valuable to him.

“Well?” Hermione tapped on the floor clearly
irritated. “Where’s the big bad noise?”

“Do I fucking look like I make up shit? I heard
something, blasted thing woke me up!” Malfoy said angrily.

“Well, sorry to say, but I don’t—”

But just as soon as she spoke, something tapped against
the window and Hermione turned to look. She saw that it was a black owl with
silver feathers at odd angles.

“What in the world?” she whispered to herself
as both she and Malfoy walked over to the window. “That has got to be the
most strangest—”

“Shut up and open the window!” Malfoy
interrupted. She glared back, but obeyed him nonetheless. She was just as curious
as well, but months of training taught her that she couldn’t just trust
any owl that sent her messages –especially one that looked like it had
spent it’s life in Azkaban. The owl handed her
the envelope and flew off into the distance. She stared at it as she read what
was written on top.

To: Draco Malfoy

35 Crescent Road

Apartment 6

Living Room

Hermione quickly turned around and stared at Malfoy who
was right behind her the entire time, towering over her shoulder to read as well.
“It’s for you,” she said confused, but didn’t make the
initiative to hand him over the letter.

“Nice job, now I know why they call you the
brightest Witch of them all,” Malfoy replied sarcastically and made a
move to grab the letter from her hand. Hermione stepped back from him, letter
in her clutches.

“It could be a trick. It could be cursed,” she
said remembering the many letters she had previously received when the Wizarding
community thought of her as a heartbreaker and user.

“Well, that’s a risk I’m willing to
take. Hand it over!”

“No! Let me see if it could be read first.”

“What?”

“I’ll run a few tests and make sure it
isn’t hexed.”

“How do I know you won’t hex it while you go
off to test it?”

“Malfoy,” Hermione warned with cold eyes as
she stepped out of the living room to go run her tests. While doing so, she
couldn’t help but wonder if Malfoy was staring down her chest the entire
time. She was suddenly becoming so paranoid she didn’t know what to do.
She couldn’t go on pretending it never happened because he would
definitely bring it up somehow, someway. Shaking her head, she forced herself
to pay attention to the task at hand. After she had tried a few spells, she
walked back to the living room where Malfoy waited.

He didn’t wait for her at all to hand it over and
snatched it from her. She wondered who it could have been from with an owl that
strange looking. She watched as his hands tore open the envelope and unfolded
the letter. His grey eyes scanned it quickly once then paused to re-read.

“Who’s it from?”

“None of your business,” he replied while he
still read.

“I have to know. It could be a trick or
something.”

“Back off!” Malfoy yelled, now eyes glaring at
her. “I maybe under your hospitality, but don’t mettle in my
business.”

“I am your guard. I have to unfortunately keep your
arse safe,” she kept her voice calm as she crossed her arms in front of
her chest.

“I don’t give two shits. It was
Dumbledore’s stupid idea.”

“Would you rather live on the streets?”
Hermione suddenly shouted, “Because Merlin forbid, I would do that you
know! You’re such an insufferable, disrespectful little twit!”

Malfoy was about to respond when Hermione’s phone
rang out. Malfoy slightly jumped and scanned the small living room, “what
was that?”

“It’s called a telephone, Malfoy,” she
replied. The phone rang once again and Malfoy, in suspicion, looked around the
room once more.

“That noise, it was the same thing I heard before.”

Hermione darted her eyes toward the kitchen, where her
phone was installed to the wall and walked over. On her way over, she glanced
at the time. It was three o’clock in the morning. A time where everyone
should be sleeping yet, someone was making her a phone call. She hesitated to
pick up the phone at first, but eventually did.

“Hello?”

“HERMIONE?!” A male voice shouted in her ear. She
placed the phone away from her delicate ears.

“Who is this?” she asked.

“HERMIONE IT’S ME, RON!” he yelled once
more. Hermione paused. Oh, of course it was Ron Weasley. Only he would shout in
a phone in such a manner. He hadn’t gotten use to the idea that people
could clearly hear him over the phone without the shouting.

“Ron, please keep your voice down. How on earth did
you reach me?”

“SORRY!” he shouted then the phone went dead
for a second. She heard mumbling in the background as she waited for Ron to
return.

“Hello?” another male voice spoke.

“Harry?” Hermione questioned.

“Yes, it’s me. Sorry about Ron. He can be a
bit loud at times,” Harry replied jokingly.

“Yes, I can tell. Umm...how are you calling
me?”

“Phone booth, sorry if we woke you up.”

“No, it’s all right. I was up already.”

“Because of Malfoy?”

“Congratulations you’ve just won a
prize!” Hermione said sarcastically.

“That bad, huh?”

“I’ve had better days. I can handle him but
who says I won’t celebrate once he leaves.”

“We don’t know why on earth you’d agree
to this in the first place.”

“Dumbledore asked. I couldn’t say no. And
besides, Malfoy needs our help. He’s helped us before and you know
that.”

“Yeah and I still have a little trouble believing it
at times.”

“We all do.”

“Hold on a second.”

Hermione waited as she heard mumbling again.

“HELLO, HERMIONE!” Ron said loudly.

“Merlin! Can you keep it down?”
Hermione asked annoyed. She heard Harry telling him in the background to speak
and not yell.

“Sorry. I’m not use to these things.
They’re brilliant!.”

“Its okay, Ron.”

“Hermione, I’m worried.”

“I know.”

“I really don’t like the idea of Malfoy in
your home.”

“Neither do I.”

“If he does anything you know what to do.”

“Yes, hex his little arse into a million
pieces.”

“Or contact me and Harry.”

“I like the first option.”

“Just, please be careful,” Ron pleaded. He
paused for a long while as though he was contemplating on what to say next. But
than he abruptly said, “Anyways, we have to go.”

“Take care.” Then the phone went dead.
Hermione heaved a sigh, she already missed their comfort. But before she could
have the chance to reminisce, a loud crack came from the living room.
Instantly, Hermione’s her heart began to beat a million times a second.

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Authors Notes: I’m sorry for taking so long
to update but I’ve been in a HORRIBLE mood. Let me tell you that HBP was
nothing that I’ve expected at all and I’m not spoiling anything but
it just further discouraged my love for d/hr! Oh well…thank you all for
your lovely reviews, special thanks to Evil Saint and 2befoundwanting for
sticking through so far lol. Oh and ya, the last a/n
was a bit harsh cause I tend to vent out my frustration on a/n’s. Also to the person who thought they read my
story somewhere else, yes you have. It’s in Fanfiction.net but my name
there is ‘shatzefakap’ (original huh? I think
so too ^.^) and here I just kept my name the same as
my email address. Oh and this story is now more AU for reasons only those who read
HBP will know! *tears*
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