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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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They are like the full-sized chocolate bars that the rich lady on the block puts in your trick-or-treat bag.
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"For someone who works to end forced labor you are one hell of a slave driver, you know that?" Draco grouched from his place seated on Hermione's living room floor as he fumbled with the umpteenth garment box she'd tossed at him. Hermione frowned at him.
"You're the one that insisted on buying so many bloody clothes," she snapped back. "And belts. Let's not forget the belts...all two hundred and twenty-six of them!" She flung a fist full of belt straps at him. Draco ducked them and scowled back at her.
"You got just as many!"
"Because you made me!"
"They’ll look good on you!"
"I didn't need them!"
"Yes, you did!" Draco shouted, chucking the now empty box behind him to the trash pile. "And it wouldn't even matter how much we got if you'd simply let me use magic to sort it all. We'd have been done ages ago instead of sitting here getting cricks in our backs and listening to stupid bug music!"
"It's only been an hour and a half," Hermione said, crossing her arms, "and it’s not bug music.”
“The band’s named after bugs…whatever. I don’t care. It’s annoying,” Draco said, wrinkling his nose at the shirt that was refusing to fold correctly. “You actually enjoy listening to this?”
“Not particularly. I put it on because you want to learn about Muggles and they’re the most famous Muggle British band of all time,” Hermione said seriously.
“They’re terrible,” he said as he gave up on the shirt and chucked it into ‘his’ pile. He sneered at the still large pile of boxes before them. “Gah. Do Muggles not believe in hiring people to do stuff like this for them?" he asked grumpily.
"Only weathly Muggles," Hermione answered, plucking up another box.
"I am a wealthy Muggle!" Draco replied, crossing his own arms with a humph. Hermione blinked at him and slowly lowered the box in her hands. A smile started to spread across her face and Draco's cheeks flushed a little.
"You're a Muggle now, hmm?" Hermione said teasingly.
"Oh, you know what I meant," he huffed, snatching another box from the pile between them. Hermione simply continued to grin as she went back to sorting. Draco narrowed his eyes at her a moment and then opened the box in his hands.
"Oh, thank Merlin," he said, sagging a little in relief, "It's about bloody time."
He shook out the pair of jeans he'd taken from the box and stood.
"Oh good, you finally found a pair," Hermione said looking back up at him. "Go to the bathroom and put them...Draco!"
"What?" Draco asked innocently as he undid his trousers where he stood and let them fall to the floor. He toed off his shoes and then kicked off the trousers from his ankles.
"What?" Hermione repeated him. "You're in your underpants in my living room!"
Draco shrugged. "So? They cover just as much as those swim trunks you had me try on."
Hermione placed a hand to her forehead as Draco tugged his jeans up his legs.
"Is my sexiness too much for you?" he smirked as he zipped up with a little bounce. Hermione shook her head in her hand.
"You are going to make me batty."
“Well, you’re making me barmy with manual labor and trivial musical lyrics. We’ll be quite the pair,” Draco said, looking down to admire the jeans on his legs.
"I need a drink," Hermione said, standing and tossing the skirt she was holding unfolded into 'her' pile. "You?"
"Anything to get me a break from this,” Draco replied with another scowl at the boxes.
He waited then as Hermione turned off the music and then followed her into the kitchen. He looked about while she dug around in a cabinet and then seated himself on a high stool beside an island in the middle.
"Do you always keep hard liquor in your house?" he asked with a sly grin at the sight of the gin bottle in Hermione's hand.
"I keep it around for emergencies," she said as she placed the bottle and two small tumblers on the island counter. Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Am I an emergency, then?"
Hermione uncapped the bottle. "I’m not sure what you are," she answered while she poured.
"You told that devil cat that I was a friend. Am I not?" Draco asked, taking the tumbler Hermione held out to him. Hermione furrowed her brow slightly as she silently recapped the bottle and sat on a stool across from him.
"Odin understands the word 'friend'," she finally replied and then took a small sip of her drink. Draco tapped his finger against the side of his glass as he regarded her.
"So I’m not?"
Hermione looked at him and set down her glass. "I was under the impression that you were my boss and I your paid employee. A paid employee, mind you, that you've despised nearly your whole life and, until recently, found so repulsive it caused you nightmares."
Draco was silent for a moment and then pursed his lips and gave a curt nod. He stared down at the gin in his hand and then in one quick motion, brought the drink to his mouth and slammed it down in one gulp. He hissed slightly at the burn of it and then set down the tumbler and slid it across the counter to Hermione.
"I need another," he said pointing to the bottle. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and Draco ran a hand nervously through his hair and rubbed at his scalp. "Look, I'll need more if we're gonna talk about this shite," he said uncomfortably.
Hermione eyed him for another moment and then opened the bottle and poured him another. She slid it carefully back to him and he immediately swallowed it down.
Hermione watched him curiously then as Draco licked his lips and leaned forward with his right elbow propped up, glass still in his hand.
"I didn't despise you," he said after a stretched minute of silence. He kept his eyes focused on the glass in his hand as he turned it to catch the kitchen light like a prism. "I envied you."
“You insulted me constantly,” Hermione said unmoved. Draco nodded.
“I did.” He set the glass down and glared at it. “I did,” he repeated, his voice cracking. After another minute of silence Draco pushed back his left sleeve and looked shamefully down at his arm. “There are a lot of things that I’ve done that I wish I could take back.”
His lip trembled slightly as he screwed up his face and inhaled sharply.
Hermione’s hard gaze softened slightly and she reached forward for his tumbler. She filled it without saying a word and slid it back into his hand. Draco glanced at it and smiled weakly as he puffed a shaky breath. He shook his sleeve back down and sniffed loudly as he picked up the drink. He held it up.
“Cheers?” he said with a flat chuckle. Hermione picked hers up and clinked it against his.
“Cheers,” she whispered with a small smile as they made eye contact again. They held their stare for brief moment and then tossed their drinks back together.
“So,” Draco said with another deep breath as he slid the empty glass away from him, “where’s this wonderful Muggle Indian food you promised? Did you order chicken teacup marsala?”
Hermione grinned as she hopped down from her stool. “As a matter of fact I did,” she said as she went to a counter where several paper bags were resting and pulled them forward. “I ordered several dishes, actually,” she added as Draco stood and joined her side at the counter.
Hermione pulled two plates from an overhead cabinet and set them beside the bags. “Would you like to try a bit of everything to start?” she asked as she reached into the bags and removed the take away containers of their dinner.
“I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me,” Draco answered, leaning with his elbows back on the counter beside her. Hermione looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.
“Spicy or mild?” she asked.
“I like things spicy,” Draco said with a smirk. Hermione simply looked back at the plates as she dished the food onto them.
“Noted,” she said quietly.
“What about you?” Draco asked nudging her leg with his knee.
Hermione let a grin spread across her face as she continued to prepare their plates. “I prefer spicy as well.”
Draco hummed as he watched her. “Noted,” he said quietly. Hermione was still grinning when she handed him his plate. He took it and looked down at it.
“Chikcken Tikka Masala. Malai Kofta. Chaat. Jeera rice,” Hermione said matter-of-factly, pointing to each small portion of food on the plate in his hands.
“I’m not gonna lie,” Draco said charily, “this looks awful.”
“You of all people should know not to judge something just because it looks bad,” Hermione said, turning to pick up her own plate.
“It looks like vomit,” Draco chuckled, “I’m not judging, I’m stating fact.”
“Just try it,” Hermione said thrusting a fork at him. Draco raised his brow at the fork.
“Feed me?” he asked playfully.
Hermione shook her head at him, “I don’t think so…”
Draco gave her an exaggerated pout and puppy eyes. “Pwease?” he begged tweely.
Hermione stared at him a moment and then with a relenting huff stabbed the fork into a piece of his chicken and held it up to his mouth. Draco smiled in triumph and locked eyes with her as he leaned forward and scrapped the bite from the fork with his teeth. He licked his lips and then silently chewed the bite as they stared at each other.
“Well?” Hermione asked as she shifted a bit on her feet.
“Spicy,” he said rolling his tongue around his mouth, “and…good. Quite good actually. More.” He opened his mouth at her again and she chuckled and pushed the fork against his chest.
“You can feed the rest to yourself,” she said as he grabbed the fork from her and pouted again. Hermione laughed.
“That won’t keep working.”
“Don’t be so sure,” Draco said, batting his eyes at her.
“I lived with Ron’s whiny arse for years,” Hermione replied pointing her fork at him, “I think I can handle you.”
“You can handle me anytime you want,” Draco said with a wink, stabbing another piece of chicken and then stuffing it in his mouth.
“I’m going to need more gin,” Hermione said going back to the island. She set down her plate and sat. Draco went to his stool and hesitated.
“Do you not usually eat in your dining room?” he asked curiously. Hermione shrugged.
“It’s a little formal for take away. But we can eat in there if you’d rather?”
Draco shook his head as he sat down. “No this is fine.” He looked at his plate for a moment and then smiled up at Hermione as she poured herself another drink. “Thank you for this,” he said sincerely.
Hermione stilled her hand and nodded. “You’re welcome,” she said softly. She tilted the bottle at him as a question of him wanting more.
“No. If I have much more I may end up passed-out on your couch,” he said shaking his head.
“Not a big drinker then?” Hermione asked setting aside the bottle and starting in on her meal.
“Oh no, I drink. I just can’t drink a lot.”
Hermione hummed and they ate for a bit in silence.
“So…” Draco finally spoke, “what do you have planned for our next outing?”
“I’ve got a few ideas,” Hermione answered. “A museum day maybe? I think you’d appreciate the Tate and British Museum. Haven’t decided.”
“How did I know you’d want to haul me around to museums?” Draco grinned at her.
“I like museums,” Hermione said slightly bristled, “and you’d learn loads about Muggle art and culture and history.”
“Couldn’t I learn the same information from those books of yours upstairs and save my legs from a day of walking?” Draco asked.
Hermione frowned at her plate. “I suppose so. Guess you don’t need my assistance anymore. You can just read my books and watch my movies and you’ll be all set. I’m glad we figured this out now before I wasted any more of my time planning outings with you.”
She got up and took her plate to the sink. She tossed it in with an angry clink and then stood staring at it with her back to Draco. He watched her silently for a moment and then brought his own plate to the sink and set it in gently on top of hers.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said quietly, “I just thought…”
“No,” Hermione interrupted, still staring into the sink, “you’re right. Museums are lame. Who’d want to spend all day walking around looking at boring exhibits with me? Stupid.” She shook her head and closed her eyes. “Gods, he was right,” she whispered.
Draco furrowed his brow. “Who was right?”
Hermione inhaled deeply. “Bryce,” she answered, “He told me I was boring… that I ‘wouldn’t know fun if it bit me in the arse.’”
“He was a douche bag,” Draco said with an annoyed scowl. Hermione let out a small laugh.
“Yes, well…you’ve made sure to remind me of how I’m ‘no fun’ several times already,” she replied with a sad huff.
“I’m just playing around,” Draco said, bumping her shoulder with his, “Just trying to get you to realize how fun you are.”
“You barely know me,” Hermione said finally looking up at him.
“True for now,” Draco shrugged, “but I’m pretty confident you’d know it if I bit you in the arse.”
Hermione blinked at him in shock for a moment and then burst out laughing. She doubled over against the counter and held her stomach as her laughter echoed loudly around the kitchen. Draco smiled widely beside her and then started to laugh with her.
“Just imagine you and I in a museum together,” he said, pushing her shoulder, “You’d try to be all proper and quiet and I’d make some sarcastic comment about a naked pygmy statue or something and…”
Hermione’s laughter doubled in volume at the words ‘naked pygmy’ and she braced herself on the sink ledge as she struggled for breath.
“Oh my god….oh my god...” Hermione choked out as she continued to laugh.
“Yep,” Draco said with a shake of his head, “no fun this one. No fun at all. Only laughs hysterically at the drop of a bloody hat.”
Hermione finally started to calm and gave Draco a warm, genuine smile. “You are ridiculous,” she said without malice. Draco simply continued to smile at her as she composed herself and straightened her clothing.
“Feel better?” he asked her when she finally gave a contented sigh.
“I needed that,” Hermione admitted as she spelled the dishes to clean themselves, “thank you.”
“Glad I could be of service,” Draco said looking away from her to the dishes. “Shouldn’t you be making me scrub those the Muggle way or something?”
“We can tackle Muggle cleaning another day,” she replied, making her way back to the living room. Draco followed and groaned loudly at the sight of the box pile again. Hermione frowned at the pile as well and pulled out her wand.
“Have you learned an appreciation for what Muggles must go through when they make wildly irresponsible clothing purchases?” she asked, tilting her head at Draco.
“Gods, yes,” he answered readily.
“So you won’t mind if I finish this off with magic, then?”
“Gods, no.”
Hermione smirked a little then as she flicked her wand causing the boxes to empty their contents. Another flick sent the clothing and shoes zooming past them down the hall and up the stairs.
“Where’s my stuff going?” Draco asked as he watched a pair of trainers float by.
“Guest room closet,” Hermione answered as she shooed Odin away as he appeared from behind the couch and tried to jump into one of the boxes. He scampered away with a tiny hiss and Hermione shrunk the left behind boxes and tissue paper. She stooped down and scooped the tiny pile into her hands and dumped it into a bin near the door. She stood and turned back to Draco with a satisfied sigh.
“Now then…ready for your movie?”
Draco pulled his eyes from their careful watch on the kitten bounding out the door and looked at her. His grey orbs sparkled as they widened. “Really?” he asked sounding awestruck. “You…you’re really going to let me watch the car racing movie?”
“I said I would,” Hermione replied, walking to the television. She glanced over her shoulder at a stupefied looking Draco and smiled. She waved a hand at him for him to join her. “Come here and I’ll show you how to use the entertainment system.”
Draco looked longingly at the television and then stepped over to her side.
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Hermione sat in a large armchair with her legs curled under her as she stared at Draco as he watched the movie. He was sitting at the very edge of her couch, leaning as far forward as was possible to do without falling to the floor, eyes glued to the television. He was completely enthralled and his face kept changing expressions with the intensity of the scenes.
"Are you enjoying your first full movie?" Hermione asked with a smile. Draco didn't answer as he watched the cars race past on the screen. “Draco?”
He made no indication that he’d heard her. Hermione bit her lip and stood up. She went to the couch, sat beside him and waved her hand in front of his face. Draco simply moved his head to see around it. Hermione sighed amused as she lowered her hand.
“The music in this movie is so much better than that shite you had on earlier,” he said suddenly.
“You think so?” Hermione said. “I’ll have to remember that for next time. Would you like to…” she trailed off when she noticed his complete lack of interest in her words. “Draco?” she tried again. When she got no response, she looked at him thoughtfully and grinned to herself.
"So..." she said casually, "I thought maybe instead of museums for our next outing we could just come here again and I could show you how to have Muggle sex."
Draco remained absorbed in the movie, his eyes still focused ahead. "What?" he asked distractedly. "Did you say something?"
Hermione silently giggled to herself. "I said we should have sex," she said a little louder.
"Sex?" Draco asked without thought as he scooted even further forward and gawked at the movie. "That's nice."
"Yeah," Hermione said, her body shaking with silent laughter, "We could have sex to rave music in my car."
Draco finally looked at her. "What about your car?" he asked with interest. Hermione grinned at him and burst out laughing.
"What?" Draco asked confused.
"You really have a thing for cars, don't you?" she teased.
"Shut up," he said, his cheeks flushing as he turned his attention back to the television.
"It's not a bad thing," Hermione said, bumping his shoulder. "I'm just surprised."
"I just find them fascinating," Draco said as he watched, "They're fast and powerful and sleek... It's stupid, I know, but..."
"No," Hermione interrupted, "it's not stupid at all. Many Muggles are very interested in cars. Especially men."
Draco didn't say anything more and they sat and watched the movie silently for a while until Hermione spoke again.
"When's your birthday?" she asked loud enough to pull his attention from the movie. He looked over at her.
"It's next Saturday actually. June fifth," he answered.
"Next Saturday, huh?" Hermione said to herself. She twisted her lip and squinted her eyes at him in thought. "Do you have plans?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Can't say that I do. Am I about to?"
Hermione nodded. "If it's okay with you, I think I'd like that to be our next learning day."
"I'm not spending my birthday walking around museums," Draco said emphatically. Hermione shook her head as she cozied down into the couch and stared at the television.
"No," she agreed, "no museums."
"Then what?" he asked intrigued.
A wicked smirk graced Hermione's face as she answered, "You'll just have to wait and see."
“Muggle sex?” Draco asked hopefully. Hermione simply burst out laughing.
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