Sometimes It's Good to be Bad

Chapter 9 The Next Day

Hermione followed Draco through the corridors of the castle. Five minutes had passed in silence before she asked "Where am I staying?"

"In my room," he answered still looking straight ahead.

"Your room?" she asked, slightly incredulous.

"Yes, well, you may have been initiated, but you have some time before you'll be trusted to be on you own in the castle."

She nodded at this explaination before she moved onto her next question. "Is that what all the initiations are like?"

He came to a stop and opened a door, holding it open so she could walk through before he closed them into his rooms, causing her to quirk an eyebrow at him. "More or less. There's usually more violence, but you can't have scars. Potty and The Weasel would notice." He took his robes and shoes off, revealing his toned, naked chest and black silk pajama pants, his mark black and covering the entirety of his left forearm. He pointed to a door before he flopped on the bed. "Bathroom's through there."

She nodded, also taking off her robes. She was wearing the same tank as the night of her Marking, only now it was paired with dark green satin pants. She motioned to his desk. "Well, I better write that letter before I go to sleep."

As she set to put on paper the progress of the horcrux hunt the golden trio had set itself on, as well as the latest news of the Weasley wedding and what she felt were Harry's greatest weaknesses. When she put the quill to the paper, Malfoy asked, "Why was our master so happy with the necklace you gave him. I mean, it's a necklace. For a woman."

She turned to look at him and saw that he was staring intently at her body. "If you don't know, I'm not going to be the one to tell you. And stop being nice to me. It's unnerving." She turned back around to her letter.

"I'm not being nice to you, mudblood." She could hear the sneer in his voice.

"Fine, whatever you say... Why you?"

"Why me, what?"

"First He had you come on my mission, and now I'm to stay in your room. Why not someone else?"

"Well, not that many of us live here. I'm not allowed to go anywhere so I can't get caught. It bites. He probably wants you to keep me company so I don't become too annoying."

"How.... thoughtful... of Him. Now I really must finish this letter." A half hour later, it was finished. She rolled it up, sealed it, and spelled it. Just as she was turning around, Malfoy made the first sound since she had started the lettter in earnest. She jumped, as she had believed him to have fallen asleep. "What was the spell for?"

She finished turning to see that not only had he not gone to sleep, he was still sitting on the bed staring at her, only now his pants were tented. "It makes it so the if anyone other than the Dark Lord opens the letter it will burn up so they can't read it."

"Hmmm. Clever."

"Thanks," she answered wryly. "Now, where am I to sleep?"

"With me."

"With you?" she shook her head in disbelief as she sat on the empty side of the bed. "Do you have an alarm clock?"

"Yes, over there." He nodded his head in the direction, watching her on his bed. She took out her wand, setting it for seven in the morning. "Why must you set it so early?" he whined.

"I have to be out of my room at seven thirty to take a shower, or they'll be worried. As I said, I've been keeping a schedule." She laid down under the thick covers, finding that it was possibly the most comfortable bed she had ever been in.

"Fine." He lay down next to her on his side, still staring at her.

"Do you have some sort of problem Malfoy? I'm going to sleep now, and so should you. It's already two thirty."

He leaned backward, taking his wand from the nightstand to spell the room dark. Rolling back over on the bed, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. The more she tried to get away, the stronger he held her. "Deal with it," he whispered into her hair, breathing in her scent. He nuzzled his face into her neck and fell asleep, still tightly holding to her, his hard penis against her ass. After ten minutes of confusion, the events of the night fell upon her and lulled her into a deep sleep.

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Ten minutes before the alarm was supposed to go off, Malfoy's door was opened and both of the sleeping parties were awoken by screaming to find that the only movement which had occurred between them overnight was that her hand was now over his, entwining their fingers together over her stomach.

"What the bloody fucking hell is this, Draco? Why are you in bed with a mudblood and how the fuck did she even get here?" By the end of the sentance, they were both sitting straight up in bed, their hands still unconciously clasped together.

Hermione looked from Malfoy to Pansy and back again. "Shit." she muttered under her breath before looking at the clock. She got up and walked across the room and picked up her robes, staring Pansy down the entire time. "Make sure He gets the letter," she said, turning to Malfoy before apparating to her room at Grimmauld Place, leaving him with cleanup duty. He ended up having to obliviate his girlfriend when it became clear she was not going to let things be.

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She put her robes away, following the now engrained rituals of spelling them before going back to sleep for another half hour. When she took her shower, she ended up masterbating to the memory of Malfoy's arms around her, the feeling of his dick pressed against her ass while he slept, and even the taste of him from before she had known it was him. After she climaxed she spent an additional ten minutes cleaning herself, feeling dirty for thinking of him in particular.

That day, they spent five hours going from pawn shop to pawn shop, wizard and muggle alike. One of them had a gold locket, having them excited until they saw that the crest of Slytherin was not on it. They went to dinner at The Leaky Cauldron, where they luxuriated in the time away from Ron's overbearing mother, who was now taking to bringing her whole family to headquarters for the meal, so as to keep and eye on the trio.

"Ron, you're mother is driving me mad! I know she promised my aunt that I would be watched, but does she really have to go to such extents?" she laughed.

"Come, on, Hermione, it just shows she cares. We've all been worried about you since your parents. You really should talk about it sometime. Holding things in is bad for you," Harry interceded.

"Well now, that's the pot calling the kettle black." The boys got her meaning and decided to drop the subject for the time being.

"I can't wait for the wedding to be over! We never even see them, and Fleur's stressing me out," complained Ron as one of the Death Eaters Hermione had serviced the night before walked by unnoticed with his wife who had been in the crowd watching.

"Ron, that happens when people who are IN a wedding never show up to be fitted, or really anything else having to do with the event," Hermione stated pointedly.

"But-but she's so annoying," he defended. Hermione just rolled her eyes and Harry laughed. Soon they were done eating and Hermione and Ron, who had passed his test on the second try, side-apparated Harry back home.

The rest of the night was spent enjoyably in front of the fire, listening to Lupin and Moody tell stories about the "old days." When Hermione went to sleep, she slept well, recuperating from the night before.