His Alone

Father had dismissed me soon after my reasoning and I was left standing outside the door. Frustrated that I seemed to get nothing out of Father or out of Uncle Severus. Sighing forcefully I stalk off, pausing before heading back towards Granger's room. Bored and not caring if Father gets mad at me I knock. "Granger, you awake?"

Startled at the knocking and even more so at Malfoy's voice it takes me a moment to respond.

"Granger!"

"Yeah, I'm here."

A snort. "Granger, I know you're there and obviously awake." A pause, "Can I come in?"

"Sure," I say and move across the room to open the door. "What does your dad want?" I inquire.

Puzzled, "What?"

"Your Father, what does he want?"

"Nothing."

I look at him for a minute. "Oh… So what are you doing here?"

"Hmmph. Just wanted to talk…" A breath, "I guess."

As if he were unsure of himself he rubbed his hands upon his slacks for a moment before taking a breath and exhaling. "Yeah, come on in." I move aside and he enters. Leaving the door open I walk over and grab some large pillows. Cushioning myself as I sit on the floor and look at him. Standing against he window looking out before he grabs the cushions on the window seat and sit on the floor, leaning against the window seat itself.

"So…" I say looking at him.

Scratching his head, "Yeah… Uh."

Neither one of us had much to say, and so we just looked at each other.

He smirks, that Malfoy-esque smirk. "Come here often?"

I look at him for a moment and then burst into a giggles, nodding. "Why yes I do actually. And you, do you come here often?"

Smirk still in place, "No actually, I do not."

I look at him oddly.

"Well, not this part of the Manor."

"Ah…" I say, elongating the vowel sound. We sit in silence again moments tick by. "Hey Malfoy?"

"Yeah?" Looking at me intently.

"Does your Father even know you're here?"

He casts his eyes down, "No."

"Oh…" I swallow the lump that formed within my throat, "Will he get mad?"

"Why would I get mad, are you two doing something that I would disapprove of?"

Startled I jump, "Sir."

Equally as startled, "Father!"

We both stare at him, shocked by his presence and silent approach. "Well, what exactly were you two doing?"

"Nothing sir," he looks at me, a hard look. "Honestly, we just sat down a few minutes ago. Honestly."

He nods, "I see." Looking over at Draco he breathes in deeply. "Come along Draco, you have something to take care of."

Nodding, Malfoy rises, "Yes Father." Bending over to pick up the cushions he's stopped by his Father's voice.

"Leave it. Come along."

Coldness wafted around the room and my eyes didn't leave Mr. Malfoy's face. His tone wasn't cold, but definitely not friendly either. It would be safe to say that I was on alert. High alert.

As Malfoy exits the room I watch him go and then move my eyes back his Father. I look up and it startles me to notice that he's staring at me with an odd look upon his face. "Sir?"

With a shake of his head, "Goodnight Poppet."