What he wants

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It was just after noon when Hermione woke up and as she stretched she felt an arm tighten around her waist.

“Go back to sleep,” she heard muttered behind her.

“It’s noon,” she replied, pulling his arm off of her and getting out of her bed.

She walked to the only bathroom in her flat and closed the door behind herself, looking at herself in the mirror that was directly across from her. She looked well and properly shagged and she supposed it was partly because she never really fully recovered from the night before. She had a very serious case of bed head, was still naked and had bite marks on various parts of her body. Hermione went to the shower and turned the taps until the water was perfect, just hot enough to sting, before she drew the blue plastic shower curtain aside and stepped under the spray. Although reading a book was always comforting, there were some things that could only be gained from a nice hot shower, cleanliness for once thing, but a complete lack of thought was what mostly drew her to the shower. She had thought of making this into her own private get away but quickly dismissed the idea. It would take at least a week that she didn’t have in order to complete such a project and she didn’t see the point in decorating something that she wanted to relax in. If she put out candles all around the bath like many of the magazines she’d bought suggested she would have to worry about lighting them, blowing them out when she would be far too relaxed to and then replacing them... to much complication for something that was supposed to be relaxing.

“Mind if I join you?” Draco asked from behind her and making her start.

She’d been so focused on the shower that she hadn’t heard the door open or the shower curtain pull back. She turned and wiped her hair back from her face to look at him. He had a lazy smile on his face and gave her a wink before stepping into the shower and closing the curtain behind him. Her peace was now gone.

“What are you doing?” she asked when he reached past her and snagged the shampoo bottle in the carrier that hung from the shower head.

He gave her a smile and squeezed an unnecessary amount of shampoo on his hands before he began to wash his hair. She snatched the bottle up from the shower floor, where he’d let it drop, and returned it to its place before she turned and glared at him. He was in the ‘lather’ stage of the shampoo-ing procedure and had his eyes tightly closed so she took the opportunity to examine him. She’d been upset by the mark’s he’d left on her but saw that he had as much right to be mad at her. There was a bite mark on his neck that was now a dull pale yellow and stood out on his pale skin as if it were accented with a neon light. Her gaze trailed down to his chest and arms and saw red marks going down his biceps but could be certain because of the water running down his skin, which left behind a rosy color in its wake.

“Are you trying to kill yourself?” he asked suddenly, drawing her eyes back up to his face.

“Not that I know of,” she answered cautiously.

“The waters so bloody hot it’s going to melt my skin off soon,” he informed her before pressing her to the side of the shower as he switched positions with her in the shower and rinsed his hair, after turning the water to a setting that would be coming down in a sheet of ice if possible.

“Are you trying to freeze me to death?” She snapped when the spray hit her.

“This is better for you,” he educated her as he caught her arm as she tried to reach past him to the taps; “you wake up and have a refreshing start for the day.”

Hermione glared as a response and because she hadn’t began her typical showering process she threw the shower curtain open and stormed out of the small space as graciously as she could. With a walk to her room and a quick drying spell Hermione got dressed and sat on her couch.

“That wasn’t very nice to just leave like that,” Draco admonished a short time later when he leaned over the back of the couch and wrapped his arms around her as best as he could at the awkward angle.

“Get off,” she said while trying to shake him off, “we need to talk.”

She should be hexing him right now instead of saying ‘we need to talk’ but didn’t want to go to such a drastic measure unless she absolutely had to. She heard him sigh before he, much to her disapproval, jumped over the back of the couch and settled himself next to her, placing his arm around her shoulder as if they were about to settle in for a movie.

“Why?” she asked when he gave her a look that asked ‘what?’

“Why what?” he asked dumbly although she saw and heard the hesitation in his face and voice.

“I should have demanded to know last night,” she said silently berating herself for not doing just that.

“I explained that to you already,” he said slowly.

“No you didn’t. You told me that you’re rebelling against your father…”

“He died; I am not rebelling against him.”

“But you didn’t tell me why you picked me. You could have just picked my name out of the papers for all I know!”

“It’s a long story,” he said evasively, infuriating her more than before.

“I’ve got nothing but time today, as you picked up on while you were going through my personal belongings,” she snapped moodily.

“Well you were later than usual,” he groused, “I had to do something to pass the time.”

“I don’t care…what do you mean ‘later than usual’?” she demanded, glaring at the man sitting next to her.

Draco winced and refused to look at her as he held his silence.

“Have you been following me?” she asked although she knew that she didn’t want the answer.

“It took me awhile to find out where you live and work.” He answered in explanation.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“It was hard to find out where you lived.”

“You’re a pervy bastard, do you know that?” she blasted as she shot up from the couch and began to pace, walking into the kitchen when he too stood up and reached for her arm.

“I never meant to follow you,” he offered as he followed her into the small but clean kitchen, having cleaned it himself with a simple cleaning spell after she skipped out of her room to the bathroom after they’d woken up. “I was at the café down the street and saw you walk by.”

“So?” she asked still not seeing the connection he clearly thought he had explained.

“I hadn’t seen you in years,” he said with a shrug, “I got up to follow you but the damn muggle waiter started screaming at me for not paying so I couldn’t find out where you went, I had no idea that you lived right down the street. I went back the next week at the same time but didn’t see you so I started going back every week, the same time, and getting the same table. It wasn’t until a few months ago that I saw you again and I followed you that time. You came here and I didn’t know if you lived with someone or not so I just…” he shrugged as he collected his thoughts again.

“You’re not making a good case for yourself,” Hermione told him as she when his silence dragged on. “I’m reasonably sure that I have enough information to charge you with stalking.”

At that last statement Draco’s head snapped up and he looked at her with shock on his face.

“I didn’t stalk you, Hermione. I did what any man interested in a girl he knew he never had a chance with.”

“Oh, you mean you stopped me on the street and talked to me? Had a conversation?” she asked as her voice rose.

“You wouldn’t have listened to me,” he tried to rationalize.

“You don’t know that. Didn’t it occur to you that you are not the only one that changed over the years?” Hermione asked slowly.

By the look on his face Hermione could tell that he hadn’t thought of that possibility and he quickly stammered an excuse, stopping when she held up a hand to silence him. She gritted her teeth.

“It never occurred to me,” he finally said with a sigh.

“How did you find out I didn’t live with anyone?” she asked because, even though she would never admit it, his uneasiness was making her uncomfortable as well.

His cheeks turned pink, as did the tip of his ears, and he mumbled something as he opened the door of her refrigerator, his back turned to her.

“Could you please speak to me and not my milk and eggs?”

Draco looked over his shoulder at her and nodded before he closed the door and turned to lean against it. After taking a few moments to clear his throat and run a hand through his hair he answered.

“I uh… I asked around,” he said clearly but to his shoes.

Hermione went cold and felt her stomach clench. “Asked who?” she asked.

“Is that really important?” he asked when he saw her reaction. His stalling wasn’t helping anyone at this point.

“Who. Did. You. Ask?” she questioned again through clenched teeth honestly surprised that smoke wasn’t drifting from her fingertips to scorch her hips, which was where her hands had come to rest.

It had happened once when Harry and Ron had set her up on a date with a bloke they met at a pub in Whithickar, a small wizarding town. The man had shown up already a bit buzzed and leered at her breasts as soon as she’d opened the door. He’d gotten completely and utterly pissed at dinner and had reached across the table to grab a handful of her hair and then described what he wanted to do with her hair later that night. She’d slipped him a sobering potion, something she’d thankfully slipped into her purse before he’d shown up, not knowing where the night might end up. He’d pouted, actually pouted, when as his eyes lost their redness and grumbled something about her ‘wanting to ruin a perfectly good night’ before he ordered a double shoot of Ashfire Silver Tequila. She watched with disgust as he finished the drink almost as soon as the waiter, who gave her a sympathetic look and his name and address, sat the drink on the table. She’d gotten home that night and immediately floo-ed Harry and Ron. They hadn’t been able to look at her without apologizing for weeks afterwards and no blind dates had been scheduled either.

“There was an old woman coming out of the building on night after you’d gone in and I asked her. She said that you were really quiet and well mannered,” he answered although the inability to meet her eyes had her guessing that wasn’t the full extent of the story.

“Who else?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m sorry.”

“It matters to me,” she said moodily.

“There was a bloke that that was walking in with a couple of his mates and I asked him too.”

Hermione groaned and glared at the man standing in front of her. She had chosen this building because no one really knew her. She got privacy and said the neighborly ‘hi’ to those she passed in the hallway but that was all. She didn’t want anyone prying or having reason to pry. The pouting blond in front of her just took that away from her.

“How did you get into my apartment?” she asked knowing that the wards she’d set were near impossible to break unless her key was used.

Draco stayed silent and she opened her eyes to see a guilty look on his face.

“I told the landlord that I was a house guest and you told me to go up because you wouldn’t be home when I arrived,” he looked as if he were in physical pain as he told her and she wished she had the courage to give him a good slap.

“I can’t believe that he would just let some stranger walk into my flat.”

“It wasn’t his fault entirely. I might have leaded him to believe that we are…involved and that I wanted to surprise you when you got home.”

Hermione felt her eyes go impossibly wide as she stared at him and gasped at his actions.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” she demanded while advancing on him.

“I’m sorry!” he said as he pressed his back to the refrigerator in attempts to escape her now narrowed eyes.

“Do you realize what you’ve done?” she asked again now standing no more than two inches from him.

“What?” he asked cautiously.

“You’ve just told my uncle, in no uncertain terms, that you are shagging his only niece!” She almost yelled before slapping him across the face and storming out of the kitchen to her bedroom.

Leaving a stunned and guilty Draco Malfoy pressed against the refrigerator with his hand pressed to the cheek she had assaulted.

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