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Muggle Things	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 54521 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Thank you LiverusLover, pickles87, starr, Nichole-Hermione, Topaz, HG4eva, FieryPhoenix, Missus_G, ChaosLady, Lunavert, cpetnm, nikki13088, and brig506 for the highly appreciated reviews.
They are like that person in the crowd that laughs really hilariously at stand-up comedians that makes you laugh even harder than the joke did.
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"Hello? Hermione?" Draco called out as he brushed the small amount of soot from his trousers after stepping out of her Floo. Nothing but silence answered him and he rechecked his pocket watch.
Five thirty.
Draco replaced the watch into his jacket pocket and hesitantly ventured a few steps into what appeared to be a sitting room. "Hermione?" he called louder, "Are you here?"
When he got no response he made a worried face and let his eyes wander about. He took a few more steps into the room and craned his neck to look down a hall. It was dark. He huffed a little and allowed himself to inspect the pictures hanging on the nearest wall.
“Well, this is obviously your house,” he commented out loud to himself as he looked upon a close-up moving photo of Harry’s laughing face being kissed by Hermione on one cheek and Ron on the other. He squinted at the photo and rubbed a hand to his own cheek where Hermione had kissed him.
“That was taken at Harry’s wedding,” a voice sounded from directly behind him.
Draco jumped at the voice and, in an instant, whirled around and pulled his wand ready to defend himself. His eyes went wide when he realized it was Hermione and that he had his wand jabbed lightly under her ribs.
Hermione cocked an eyebrow at him. "Is that your wand or are you just happy to see me?" she asked, biting back a grin.
"Merlin, Hermione...I could've hurt you. What were you thinking walking up and startling me like that?" Draco demanded as he looked down to stow his wand back into its holster. What she'd said suddenly seemed to register as Draco's head snapped up again.
"Wait. Did...did you just make a dick joke?" he asked with a disbelieving smirk.
Hermione shrugged as she turned her attention to the photos Draco'd been looking at. "Hey, I'm off the clock," she said, "I can make whatever jokes I want."
"I've already told you...you can make whatever jokes you want ON the clock as well," Draco reminded with a hint of exasperation. "I just never imagined you as the type that would know jokes like that.”
Hermione barked out a laugh. “Right,” she said between chortles, “you don’t hang out with two boys for the better part of a decade and not learn a sex joke or two.”
“Potter and Weasley told you sex jokes?” Draco asked aghast. Hermione laughed again.
“So many,” she answered with a nod as she fondly perused her wall of frames. "I really do adore this one," she said after a moment, pointing to the picture of Harry's face again.
“That was a good day. Not sure I’ve ever laughed so hard. It was just supposed to be me giving Harry a cute peck on the cheek – this was,” Hermione added, running a finger over the glass of the frame, “- and then Ron bolted in at the last moment as the photo was taken. It’s one of my favorites.”
She glanced around at the other frames mounted on the wall and Draco noticed as her eyes lingered on a group photo to their left and an almost imperceptible scowl flitted across her face to replace her nostalgic smile.
“What’s that one of?” Draco asked, pointing to the photo. Hermione pursed her lips a little and focused on it.
“Last Christmas,” she answered, “we had a farewell party for Ron.”
“Where’d he go?” Draco asked before he could stop himself.
“France,” Hermione said simply.
“Weasley went to France?” Draco said dubiously, “Why?”
Hermione pointed to a small blonde woman standing next to Ron in the photo. “Gabrielle Delacour is why. Apparently veelas have a thing for gingers,” Hermione shrugged. “Anyway, she came of age, and came for a visit with Fleur and Bill and, well…next thing you know, I’m single again and Ron’s packing his bags for the continent.”
“Weasley left you for her?” Draco asked with a scowl.
“To his credit he didn’t cheat on me,” Hermione answered with a sigh. “Wouldn’t have worked out between us anyway. I didn’t even cry when he broke it off. We really are better as friends.”
“He still left you,” Draco said in an annoyed tone. Hermione puffed a resigned breath as she continued to eye the photo.
“I couldn’t exactly compete. Not with her blonde hair and fun personality and scarless body.” Hermione’s hands moved to her middle and her fingers clutched momentarily at her shirt before she hastily lowered them and forced a smile up at Draco. “Anyway, she’s lovely and he left and they’re happy and now I get to spend the evening with you.”
Draco narrowed his eyes at her middle, but quickly looked up and grinned back. “How lucky for me. What shall we start off doing this fortuitous evening alone together? Perhaps I could hear some more of these jokes you’ve catalogued away from your years subjected to male adolescent humor?”
"Perhaps you’d like a quick tour of your legal Muggle address first?" Hermione said, patently ignoring Draco’s playful leer.
"Whatever the lady wishes. Lead the way," he said with a slight bow. Hermione rolled her eyes at him then flipped a switch on the wall. The hallway to their left lit up the moment she did so and Draco gawked.
"What did you just do?" he asked, squinting his eyes at the light fixture on the hall ceiling. Hermione pointed to the switch.
"I turned on the lights. This is a light switch. You flip it one direction to turn on the lights and the other to turn them off again. Try it," she encouraged with a smile. Draco eyed the switch warily for a moment and then reached out and flipped it causing the light to turn off.
"Cool," Draco said as he flipped the lights back on then off and on again. "This is eckeltrissty, yeah?"
"Electricity, yes," Hermione replied, "It's a current of energy that is converted into heat, light, or power. Sort of like physical magic."
Draco flipped the switch a few more times and then looked at her with a curious expression. "Physical magic?"
"That's how I see it," she answered with a shrug, "In my opinion Muggles have just as much magic as wizards...they simply can't harness it with a wand. So they invent technologies to channel it for them."
"Like your mobile?" Draco asked thoughtfully. Hermione nodded with a smile.
"Yes. Muggles don't have Floo access or magic mirrors, but they can still talk to nearly anyone, anywhere, anytime with the push of only a few buttons. I'd say that's magic. And really...it's easier for Muggles because there's hardly anything to learn to do it. Even toddlers can use telephones."
Draco blinked at Hermione for a minute like his brain had short-circuited. Hermione gave him a worried look.
"Um...are you alright?" she asked gently.
"What…what other magic do they have?" he asked seriously.
Hermione smiled and took his hand. "All in good time,” she answered kindly.
She tugged at his hand and, with a last glance up at the light fixture, Draco allowed himself to be pulled down the hall.
“This is one of the bathrooms,” Hermione said gesturing to the first door on their right, “Muggle toilets work exactly like wizarding ones so feel free to use it whenever you need.”
Draco peeked into the room and then let Hermione yank him to the next door.
“This is the door to the basement. It stays locked. You do not go down there,” she said placing a hand flat against the door. Draco frowned at it.
“Why not?” he asked. “What’s down there?”
“My potions lab,” Hermione answered, “At any given time, I may have several things brewing at once. I’ve reinforced the area fairly well, but if you breach the safeguards by opening the door without me…well the results might be disastrous. Can’t have you maiming that pretty physique of yours.”
Draco took a step away from the door and looked at it like it was in imminent danger of exploding. “What the hell are you brewing that is so potent it could be disturbed by opening a door?” he asked astounded.
Hermione gave him a wicked grin. “Never you mind,” she answered with another tug of his hand to bring him to a set of stairs. Draco frowned back at the lab door and then followed Hermione up the steps to a large landing.
“My reading area,” she commented airily with a wave to the welcoming and comfortable looking lounge area. “These are all Muggle books,” she added, nodding to the tall bookshelves against the wall, “They’re arranged and labeled by subject, so feel free to borrow any that might interest you.”
“No wizard literature?” Draco asked curiously. Hermione smirked and let go of his hand to step over to a large trunk and open it. Draco leaned over to look inside and nearly choked at the sight of a room, several stories deep within it lined with what looked to be thousands of tomes.
“Holy shite,” Draco gasped as he gaped at the collection. “Impressive,” he admitted. Hermione beamed proudly down into the trunk and then slammed it shut.
“Thank you,” she said, taking his hand again. “Now, this way to the bedrooms.”
“Now you’re talkin’,” Draco said with a purr. Hermione shook her head slightly, but simply pushed at the next door they came to and let go of Draco’s hand to stand up against it to prop it open. She pointed at another light switch and Draco flipped it and then stepped into the doorway right next to her. Hermione flattened herself as far as she could against the door as Draco brushed against her when he entered. Her breath caught and Draco’s lips twirked up into a smug grin.
“Whose room?” he asked casually, looking about the space. Hermione cleared her throat and moved from the door back into the hall.
“Uh…guest room,” she said quietly. She walked down the hall and Draco quickly followed after turning off the light.
“This is my parents’ bedroom,” Hermione explained at the next door, “if they ever visit. And that is my room.” She simply pointed at the closed door at the end of the hall. Draco pushed past her to it and put his hand on the handle. He started to open the door and Hermione flung herself toward him in a panic.
“No, no, no! Don’t open my do…”
“Aaah! Get it off, get it off!!” Draco shrieked when he was pelted in the head with a hissing mass of fur and claws. He stumbled into Hermione’s bedroom and fell back against the wall as he desperately swatted at the animal assaulting him.
“Bad boy, Odin!” Hermione scolded as she rushed to Draco’s side and attempted to pry the grey and black kneazle kitten off of Draco’s head. “You let go of Draco this instant! He’s a friend!”
Draco grunted in pain as the cat retracted its sharp claws from his scalp and launched itself into Hermione’s arms.
“What the fuck is wrong with that thing!? It needs to be destroyed!” Draco shouted as he dabbed at the blood trickling down his forehead and glared at the kitten now settled peacefully against Hermione’s chest.
“Odin is just protective,” Hermione said looking down at the tiny grey bundle of fur, “he thought you were an intruder.”
“He’s vicious,” Draco insisted, hissing as his fingers found another deep scratch on his cheek.
“Is not,” Hermione spat back. “You’re the one that barged into my room.”
“You were giving me a tour,” he replied defensively. “You pointed at the door and I took that as an invitation to go to it. Jesus…” Draco glanced down at his hand that was splotched with red, “do you have a bathroom up here I can use so I can fix myself?”
Hermione placed a kiss to the top of tiny Odin’s head and then let him leap to the floor and gambol out the door. “In there,” she said pointing to another door on the opposite wall of her bedroom. Draco went to the door and stepped through and flipped on the switch beside it.
He stopped in his tracks. “Well that’s interesting,” he grinned at the sight of a pair of black lace knickers laying on the white tiled floor beside a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top. Hermione darted in behind him and snatched them up with a furious blush.
“I…I wasn’t expecting you to come in here,” she admitted, casting her embarrassed gaze about and stuffing the clothes into a laundry hamper behind the door. “I forgot I left them out.”
“Do you always wear knickers like that?” Draco asked eagerly.
“They…they go nicely under my work skirts,” Hermione said uncomfortably. “Would you like some help?” she asked, redirecting his focus to his injuries. Draco frowned at his reflection in the mirror above the sink and poked at several long scratches down his face.
“Little bugger got me good,” he said as he moved his hands to his hair and parted it with his fingers to inspect the claw marks beneath. “Don’t suppose you’ve got any Dittany?”
“I do,” Hermione said, opening a cabinet and extracting a tiny vial from it. She looked at the vial thoughtfully for a moment. “Would you like to see how Muggles treat wounds instead?”
Draco raised a brow at her in the mirror. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”
Hermione shrugged. “It’s just a few scratches. I think I can manage them.”
“Okay,” Draco agreed, “but they better not scar.”
“I promise not to mar your beautiful face,” Hermione said as she reached back into the cabinet to replace the Dittany and pull out a first aid kit. She set the small kit on the sink counter and opened it. Draco peered curiously down at the items within it as he quickly cleaned his hands.
“What is all that?” he asked. Hermione pointed to each of the items as she named them.
“Antiseptic wipes, adhesive bandages, antibiotic ointment, gauze, tape, tweezers, cotton swabs, and antihistamine cream.”
She picked up an antiseptic wipe packet and ripped it open.
“What is that for?” Draco asked as he watched her pull out and unfold the thin white sheet.
“To clean the wounds,” she answered, placing a hand to his chin to turn his face to better view his scratches. “Try to hold still. This may sting,” she warned just as she lightly swiped over the first scratch. Draco sucked in a breath at the pain.
“Are Muggles sadistic on purpose?” he spit out as Hermione tended to him. She chuckled as she pulled his chin down to reach the top of his head.
“Don’t be so dramatic. It only hurts for a moment. Now be quiet and hold still.”
Draco huffed a little and then winced again as Hermione scrubbed a little harder at a slice on his scalp. She tossed the used wipe into the bin beside the sink and ripped open another.
“You have to do more?” Draco whined as she pulled his chin down again. Hermione simply smiled as she cleaned the remaining scratches.
“There,” she said after another minute of dabbing and scrubbing, “all clean.” She threw away the wipe and pulled the small tube of antibiotic ointment and a cotton swab from the kit.
“Now what are you going to do?” Draco asked, eyeing her hands. “Is that like a potion?” he said as Hermione uncapped the tube and squeezed a small dollop of ointment onto the swab.
“In a way, yes,” she said setting down the tube. “This creates a barrier between the wound and bacteria to prevent infection. It also helps the wounds heal faster.”
“Did you make it in your basement?” Draco asked warily.
Hermione shook her head. “No, I purchased it. Very few Muggles make their own remedies. Now hold still again please.”
Draco bowed his head and braced himself for more pain but relaxed the moment Hermione gently wiped the swab along a scratch on his scalp. He remained silent and still as she deliberately and carefully applied the ointment. When she finished with the ones on his scalp, Hermione lifted his face with her fingers to his chin and narrowed her eyes at the long claw marks down his left cheek.
“I’m sorry Odin did this to you,” she said softly as she dabbed at the first red line, “he was just doing his job…what he was bred for.”
“He was bred to kill?” Draco laughed.
“No,” Hermione said drawing out the word, “he was bred to protect. Mrs. Figg said more witches and wizards have been saved by faithful kneazles than by watch dogs.”
“Who’s Mrs. Figg?”
“The lady I bought Odin from.” Hermione applied more ointment to a new swab and focused back on Draco’s cheek. He went quiet again and watched her face as she continued to gently dab. He smiled minutely at her calm countenance and she glanced up to meet his gaze.
Hermione’s hand paused briefly in its ministration as they stared at each other. Draco’s smile faded into a contemplative expression as his eyes shifted from hers down to her lower lip that was bitten lightly between her teeth. Hermione licked her lip and swallowed hard and Draco looked back up at her eyes.
He raised his hand to her face and lightly brushed one of her brown curls over her ear. Hermione flinched slightly at the contact and gave a nervous laugh as Draco lowered his hand.
“Sorry,” she said as she quickly went back to finish applying the ointment to his last cut. “All done. I don’t think any are wide enough to require a bandage.”
Draco quietly watched her put away the first aid kit and wash her hands. He leaned forward next to her to eye his face in the mirror.
“How long does it take for scratches to heal this way?” he asked seriously. Hermione shrugged as she dried her hands on a towel.
“Couple of days.”
Draco gaped at her in the mirror. “Days? No, no. I can’t go home this way. My father would…” he trailed off and shifted uncomfortably. “I’ll… I’ll have to heal them with the Dittany before I leave… but thank you for the demonstration,” he added in a rush.
“Sure. I…”
“Sweet Salazar’s ghost, there’s another one!” Draco hollered at the sight of a large orange cat staring up at them from the doorway. He grabbed Hermione by the shoulders and thrust her out in front of him like a human shield and she laughed before elbowing him in the ribs.
“Crookshanks is much too old to do you any harm,” she said as she wriggled free of Draco’s grip and stooped down to pet the animal’s head. “I’m sorry if we woke you, Crooksie old boy.”
The elderly feline lumbered past her into the room and stopped at Draco’s feet. Draco looked down at him guardedly as he turned his yellow eyes up at him.
“What?” Draco demanded of him and Crookshanks head-butted his shin affectionately in response and then wound his aging, fluffy girth around Draco’s legs possessively before waddling off again. Draco frowned down at the tufts of orange fur left behind and clinging to his trousers. “Can I change into a pair of my jeans?” he asked, shaking one of his legs in an attempt to dislodge the fur.
Hermione laughed again and stood. “Of course, but everything’s downstairs in the living room. And I’ve got our dinner in stasis down in the kitchen. Would you like to eat now or wait until we’ve sorted a bit?”
“After we’ve sorted a bit, I think,” Draco answered following Hermione out of the bathroom back into her bedroom. “What did you bring us?”
“Indian. Wizards have Indian food of course, but Muggles make it so much better,” she answered, going swiftly to the door. “I ordered spicy and mild. I wasn’t sure what your palette could handle. Have you ever eaten Indian food before?”
“Astoria had me try it with her once. We had chicken teacup or something or other,” Draco replied as he stood at the foot of Hermione’s bed and looked around.
“Chicken Tikka Masala?” she asked leaning on the door frame. Draco shrugged.
“Maybe? It was a while ago.” He continued to cast his gaze about her room. “This bed is too small,” he said with an accusing finger pointed at it.
“It fits me just fine,” Hermione replied, crossing her arms over her chest, “Now com…”
Draco threw himself into the bed and shimmied down to get comfortable in it.
“What the hell are you doing? Get out of my bed,” Hermione ordered, stepping back up to the bedside. Draco folded his arms behind his head and grinned at her.
“Make me.”
“Draco Malfoy, you will get out of my bed this instant,” she warned and then laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny?”
“I…I just never would’ve guessed in a million years that I’d have had to tell you to get out of my bed,” Hermione said shaking her head.
“You thought you’d have to tell me to get in it, though?” Draco smirked.
“Oh my god…just get out,” Hermione huffed.
“Or what?” he said waggling his brows.
“Or I’ll have Odin get you out.”
The smile slipped from Draco’s face. “You wouldn’t.”
Hermione leaned forward with her hands on the mattress. She brought her face close to his and said in a menacing voice, “Try me.”
Draco narrowed his eyes at her for a moment and then smiled again. “You know you could just join me...”
“Oh for Heaven’s sake,” she said, pushing off the bed and throwing her hands in the air. “Odin!”
“Okay, okay, okay! I’m up, I’m up,” Draco said as he scrambled out of the bed. Hermione shoved at him to usher him toward the door.
“Downstairs,” she demanded as she pushed him down the hall.
“I’ve never had a woman react so violently to an invitation to take a kip before,” Draco teased. Hermione snorted.
“I’m sure you were only interested in a kip. Now go. I’ll finish showing you the downstairs and then we can get started on our wardrobes.”
Draco slowly tromped down the stairs with Hermione right behind.
“So now where?” he asked at the bottom.
“This way,” Hermione answered walking past him back toward the sitting room. “Kitchen and dining room are through there,” she said pointing to a doorway, “We’ll visit them when we eat.” When she came to the sitting room she turned a corner and Draco followed to find himself in a bright and rather spacious living room.
“Do you rent or own this place?” Draco asked as he stood in awe of the beautifully decorated room.
“I own it,” Hermione replied, looking around proudly. “I purchased it from my parents. This is where I grew-up. Though, it doesn’t really look the same. I’ve redecorated and remodeled nearly everything.”
Draco hummed as he walked further into the room. “Whoa,” he exclaimed as he looked upon a large television flanked by multiple shelves of DVD cases along the side wall. “Are those all movies?” he asked, going to the shelves and running a hand along the cases. Hermione came up beside him.
“Yes. I have over a thousand titles. They’re like books in moving photo form, so…” she shrugged sheepishly. “It’s something of an obsession.”
Draco simply continued to goggle at the shelves and pulled a case. He raised an eyebrow at the cover and turned it over. Hermione watched amused as Draco read the movie summary.
“Muggles have cars that can work as time machines?” Draco asked in shock when he finished reading. Hermione laughed and snatched the DVD from him.
“Only in movies,” she said as she replaced the case on the shelf while Draco pulled another. He squinted at the title.
“The Fast and the… What is this one about?” he asked keenly. Hermione tilted her head to see it and smiled.
“It’s about American street racers.”
Draco’s eyes went wide with a greedy glint. “Can we watch this?”
“If we have time after we’re done sorting then sure,” she answered. Draco looked longingly back down at the case in his hands and nodded. He set it back on the shelf and Hermione looked at him thoughtfully.
“Before you leave tonight, I’ll show you how to work the television and DVD player. That way while I’m at work you can come over and watch anything you want. What do you think?” Hermione suggested.
Draco grinned like a fool and looked back up at the shelves. “I think I love you.”
Hermione scoffed a laugh and went to the other end of the room that was filled with piles of garment and shoe boxes.
“Just you get to sorting, lover boy,” she said, tossing a box at him. Draco caught it and winked at her before opening it to begin their night’s work.
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