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Adult ++
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8
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The Rooms
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“They’re cute, aren’t they? I wish I had what they have.” Hermione blushed when she realized she’d spoken allowed and looked a little mortified.
“Don’t we all? Harry and Ginny have a bond I don’t think many ever find.” There was remorse there, and a tiny bit of jealousy that he attempted to hide. She understood though, she was jealous of them also.
“Would you like to live here, Malfoy?” When he flinched she wondered if it was because she had called him Malfoy or because he was hoping she wouldn’t bring the wild prospect up.
“Do you have to call me ‘Malfoy’?”
“Oh, I’m sorry; it’s a habit I guess.”
“It’s fine. Do I want to live here- with you?” His eyes rolled upward, as if he were looking into his own head. “I want to live somewhere. You’re likable enough, you’re nice to look at and you’re probably fun to talk to when you decide to pull the stick out of your arse and stop looking like you’re about to break into a million pieces at any moment.” She looked appalled, he a little amused.
“Thank you for the wonderful sentiment. I’ll have you know-”
“Yeah, yeah, I was only joking. Granger, I would be very grateful if you allowed me live with you, but I’m not expecting you to offer, it was Ginny’s little idea, not yours. You don’t have to invite me into your home, if you don’t want me-”
“Oi! It’s not that, I can tell you think I’m afraid of you. I’m not afraid of you, I trust you almost as much as Harry and Ginny. I just- I don’t know. You’re very intimidating, did you know that?” Peering up at him with those enticing amber eyes she looked, not like she would break if he touched her, but like a woman, beautiful and alluring. When he merely stared at her she winced, “I mean, you look at me with those piercing grey eyes and- you’re very intimidating.”
“Intimidating, really? I take it as a compliment. Many women think it’s a sexy quality in a man.” He liked the nervous laugh that escaped her, liked how she ran her fingers through her hair anxiously. She looked jumpy, and so inviting. “Do you?”
“Do I what? Oh, find it sexy? In the right circumstances, I suppose, on the right man.” The amber eyes looked at him again and he felt as though his entire body was a ball of nerves. “Can we get to the point?” She said it curtly and then looked a little guilty. “Oh, I’m sorry. That sounded rude, didn’t it?”
“Mildly. What is the point Granger?”
“Don’t call me that! Oi, I’m not very friendly tonight, am I? I wonder if that’s why- oh never you mind. The point is you have no place to live, I have several extra rooms, would you like to live here- with me?” Utterly disgruntled and weary she sighed.
“Yes.”
“Hmm? What was that?”
“Yes I would like to live with here for the time being, Granger- I mean, Hermione.”
“Have you any things?” He pulled his wand out of his jeans pocket and flicked it into the air, immediately a shelf of books, several paintings and photographs, a wardrobe and three boxes appeared in the room. “That does it, then?” With a crack two house elves appeared one with a small clumsy looking brown dog with a scrunched up face in its arms, the other an owl almost the exact color of Malfoy’s eyes. “Okay. I’ll show you to your rooms.” With an absentminded flick of her own wand his effects once again disappeared and a rather faint bang was heard just above them. “Your rooms are, obviously, right above mine. If you’d rather have some not so close to mine that is fine by me but the ones I’ve chosen are the largest.”
“They’re fine. Whatever is fine.” Everything, in fact, was fine when he could watch her walking up a flight of stairs with her black tight skirt squeezing her arse and finely toned legs. He stopped himself before he bent his head to peek underneath the fabric to see what she wore underneath. But by the appearance of her rear through the skirt he imagined he would find her bare. A little naively, when Hermione turned around at the top of the stairs, she wondered why he looked like he was about to taking a bite out of her and relish every moment of it.
“Um these are them. As you will see your rooms are, to the millimeter the same as mine, the doors are in the same place as mine and the furniture, though you can move it around, is the in the same place. You’ll find only the general décor is different- colors, prints.” She pushed open the door and allowed him to enter. The room had a masculine, even rustic feel. The general color scheme was brown and green, like the colors of a forest, as opposed to the gold and black in Hermione’s. He wondered, fleetingly, how he already felt at home in Hermione’s house.
“Do any other rooms up here correspond to those on the ground floor?”
“No. Just yours. I don’t really know why. I bought this home after my parents were murdered. I’d had no idea they left me so much, or that they even had so much, the owner before me was the original owner, his realtor didn’t specify as to why there were two rooms exactly alike.” She pursed her lips and continued to tell him about the house. “Down the hall you have a parlor with a perma-stocked wet bar and another living area. There are two other guest rooms on this floor, make use of them if you like. Ah, the ball room, there is one of those here as well. I haven’t much use for it but maybe you can discover one. You’ll also find that just across the hall is a kitchen, it’s not quite as well stocked or as large as the one downstairs but it’s sufficient. You’re welcome to use the library or any of the other rooms in this house as you wish. Now-”
“I noticed the staircase continued, what’s up there?” Curiosity had gotten the best of him, despite being determined not to meddle.
“I use it for storage- for my parents’ things. The boys- Harry and Ron- they keep things there as well.” With a jolt she looked at her watch and groaned when it flashed a reprimand at her for staying up past her bedtime. “Oh, goodnight, Draco.” Before she could run off down the stairs he grabbed her hand and laid a gentlemanly kiss on the top of her knuckles.
“Goodnight, Hermione. Sleep well.” When he climbed into his new bed he reveled in the feel of the sheets against his skin. In the last moments before sleep overcame him he thought of Hermione, and whether or not she was in the same position as he, a floor below. For the first time, in a long time, Draco slept well.
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“They’re cute, aren’t they? I wish I had what they have.” Hermione blushed when she realized she’d spoken allowed and looked a little mortified.
“Don’t we all? Harry and Ginny have a bond I don’t think many ever find.” There was remorse there, and a tiny bit of jealousy that he attempted to hide. She understood though, she was jealous of them also.
“Would you like to live here, Malfoy?” When he flinched she wondered if it was because she had called him Malfoy or because he was hoping she wouldn’t bring the wild prospect up.
“Do you have to call me ‘Malfoy’?”
“Oh, I’m sorry; it’s a habit I guess.”
“It’s fine. Do I want to live here- with you?” His eyes rolled upward, as if he were looking into his own head. “I want to live somewhere. You’re likable enough, you’re nice to look at and you’re probably fun to talk to when you decide to pull the stick out of your arse and stop looking like you’re about to break into a million pieces at any moment.” She looked appalled, he a little amused.
“Thank you for the wonderful sentiment. I’ll have you know-”
“Yeah, yeah, I was only joking. Granger, I would be very grateful if you allowed me live with you, but I’m not expecting you to offer, it was Ginny’s little idea, not yours. You don’t have to invite me into your home, if you don’t want me-”
“Oi! It’s not that, I can tell you think I’m afraid of you. I’m not afraid of you, I trust you almost as much as Harry and Ginny. I just- I don’t know. You’re very intimidating, did you know that?” Peering up at him with those enticing amber eyes she looked, not like she would break if he touched her, but like a woman, beautiful and alluring. When he merely stared at her she winced, “I mean, you look at me with those piercing grey eyes and- you’re very intimidating.”
“Intimidating, really? I take it as a compliment. Many women think it’s a sexy quality in a man.” He liked the nervous laugh that escaped her, liked how she ran her fingers through her hair anxiously. She looked jumpy, and so inviting. “Do you?”
“Do I what? Oh, find it sexy? In the right circumstances, I suppose, on the right man.” The amber eyes looked at him again and he felt as though his entire body was a ball of nerves. “Can we get to the point?” She said it curtly and then looked a little guilty. “Oh, I’m sorry. That sounded rude, didn’t it?”
“Mildly. What is the point Granger?”
“Don’t call me that! Oi, I’m not very friendly tonight, am I? I wonder if that’s why- oh never you mind. The point is you have no place to live, I have several extra rooms, would you like to live here- with me?” Utterly disgruntled and weary she sighed.
“Yes.”
“Hmm? What was that?”
“Yes I would like to live with here for the time being, Granger- I mean, Hermione.”
“Have you any things?” He pulled his wand out of his jeans pocket and flicked it into the air, immediately a shelf of books, several paintings and photographs, a wardrobe and three boxes appeared in the room. “That does it, then?” With a crack two house elves appeared one with a small clumsy looking brown dog with a scrunched up face in its arms, the other an owl almost the exact color of Malfoy’s eyes. “Okay. I’ll show you to your rooms.” With an absentminded flick of her own wand his effects once again disappeared and a rather faint bang was heard just above them. “Your rooms are, obviously, right above mine. If you’d rather have some not so close to mine that is fine by me but the ones I’ve chosen are the largest.”
“They’re fine. Whatever is fine.” Everything, in fact, was fine when he could watch her walking up a flight of stairs with her black tight skirt squeezing her arse and finely toned legs. He stopped himself before he bent his head to peek underneath the fabric to see what she wore underneath. But by the appearance of her rear through the skirt he imagined he would find her bare. A little naively, when Hermione turned around at the top of the stairs, she wondered why he looked like he was about to taking a bite out of her and relish every moment of it.
“Um these are them. As you will see your rooms are, to the millimeter the same as mine, the doors are in the same place as mine and the furniture, though you can move it around, is the in the same place. You’ll find only the general décor is different- colors, prints.” She pushed open the door and allowed him to enter. The room had a masculine, even rustic feel. The general color scheme was brown and green, like the colors of a forest, as opposed to the gold and black in Hermione’s. He wondered, fleetingly, how he already felt at home in Hermione’s house.
“Do any other rooms up here correspond to those on the ground floor?”
“No. Just yours. I don’t really know why. I bought this home after my parents were murdered. I’d had no idea they left me so much, or that they even had so much, the owner before me was the original owner, his realtor didn’t specify as to why there were two rooms exactly alike.” She pursed her lips and continued to tell him about the house. “Down the hall you have a parlor with a perma-stocked wet bar and another living area. There are two other guest rooms on this floor, make use of them if you like. Ah, the ball room, there is one of those here as well. I haven’t much use for it but maybe you can discover one. You’ll also find that just across the hall is a kitchen, it’s not quite as well stocked or as large as the one downstairs but it’s sufficient. You’re welcome to use the library or any of the other rooms in this house as you wish. Now-”
“I noticed the staircase continued, what’s up there?” Curiosity had gotten the best of him, despite being determined not to meddle.
“I use it for storage- for my parents’ things. The boys- Harry and Ron- they keep things there as well.” With a jolt she looked at her watch and groaned when it flashed a reprimand at her for staying up past her bedtime. “Oh, goodnight, Draco.” Before she could run off down the stairs he grabbed her hand and laid a gentlemanly kiss on the top of her knuckles.
“Goodnight, Hermione. Sleep well.” When he climbed into his new bed he reveled in the feel of the sheets against his skin. In the last moments before sleep overcame him he thought of Hermione, and whether or not she was in the same position as he, a floor below. For the first time, in a long time, Draco slept well.