Fic: She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 04
Title: She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 04
Author: Carol Rodrick (
carollinali or Carol on FF.net )
Category: Harry Potter
Pairings: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Summary: After the war, Hermione decides to live in the muggle world. She never expected to find Draco in there as well...
Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Romance/Slice of Life
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Harry Potter universe. They are property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. Studios. I make no money from the writing of this story. (Maggie Is mine.)
WARNING: Prostitution. DH spoilers. Ignores epilogue.
She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 04
After dinner, Hermione sets the dishes in the sink, and goes over her bedroom again. Draco doesn't know what to do. This situation is so normal, and yet so awkward. He hears as Granger walks to the living room again, and calls out for him. “Come on, I will show you where you are going to sleep.” She has a set of creamy sheets and a pillow in her arms. She points out a door. “Could you open it, please?” And so he does. He turns the light on.
That room is completely different from the rest of the house. Draco chuckles. “I knew that you would have more books than just that shelf on the living room.” He walks forward inside. It is a library. Hermione's private library. Looks like a duplex. Stairs lead to an open floor above then, held by columns in a charming way. One entire wall is covered with shelves from the floor to the ceiling, stuffed with books. A tall sliding ladder is leaning against it. On the other side is a table with a nice slim computer in a corner, and one long table in the middle of the room, full of papers, notes, pens and books. There is a cushion in black leather, matching seats set here and there.
Hermione starts to levitate the sheets and pillow. She walks to the curled staircase near the bottom wall, and starts going up. Draco follows her lead. He can't help but notice that she has really nice legs. Very nice indeed. When she walks on the second floor, leaving a soft breeze of perfume behind her, he wonders when was the last time he held a girl in his arms because he wanted to, not because he was being paid for it.
He can't remember.
Pushing those thoughts aside, and feeling a bit of anger rising, he finishes climbing the stairs. He is surprised to find that that floor has an attic feeling to it. And no books there. A stereo, a king size bed, a refrigerator, and a big pile of CDs. And another door.
While Hermione starts changing the sheets, he walks to the door. Curious, he opens it slowly. Another bathroom. Bigger than the one downstairs. With a bathtub. A bathtub! What the -? “Do you lock yourself up in here sometimes or what?”
She giggles a bit. But suddenly the giggles stop. What is she doing, giggling because of Malfoy. It’s Malfoy, for Merlin's sakes! Are you nuts, Hermione? She concentrates on tidying up the bed. “As a matter of fact, I do, sometimes. Research is very demanding.”
Draco just nods. It isn't really his business. His eyes look around the room, stopping on her CD collection. He goes over and starts to browse the titles. He has never heard of any of those. They should be Muggles, then. He takes one; the name on it was funny. “Bob Dylan: Highway 61 Revisited.” He mumbles to himself. He keeps his eyes on the cover, looking at this serious, lazy-eyed Muggle man. Draco thinks his hair is hideous, but there is something about him. Malfoy walks to the stereo. He looks at it. He remembers when Maggie showed him how those things worked.
He turns it on, sets the disc in it, and presses PLAY. A few seconds later, the music starts. He is drawn to it instantly. He barely notices when Granger finishes making the bed, and looking oddly at him, says “Good night...” and leaves him alone. A few minutes later, the song stops. He blinks, falling out of the world.
A new song begins. He glances at the CD case. There is a song list on it. “Like a Rolling Stone...” He turns toward the stereo again. He switches it to the first song again, and sets it up so that it keeps playing it over and over again. Then he stands there. Listening this song, from a lazy-eyed man, that makes him think that someone understands him.
He goes to that unknown bed, and falls asleep with that sweet harmonica sound playing in his ears...
Continues...
Info on “Like A Rolling Stone”
Lyrics
Chapter 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13
Author: Carol Rodrick (
carollinali or Carol on FF.net )
Category: Harry Potter
Pairings: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Summary: After the war, Hermione decides to live in the muggle world. She never expected to find Draco in there as well...
Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Romance/Slice of Life
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Harry Potter universe. They are property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. Studios. I make no money from the writing of this story. (Maggie Is mine.)
WARNING: Prostitution. DH spoilers. Ignores epilogue.
She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 04
After dinner, Hermione sets the dishes in the sink, and goes over her bedroom again. Draco doesn't know what to do. This situation is so normal, and yet so awkward. He hears as Granger walks to the living room again, and calls out for him. “Come on, I will show you where you are going to sleep.” She has a set of creamy sheets and a pillow in her arms. She points out a door. “Could you open it, please?” And so he does. He turns the light on.
That room is completely different from the rest of the house. Draco chuckles. “I knew that you would have more books than just that shelf on the living room.” He walks forward inside. It is a library. Hermione's private library. Looks like a duplex. Stairs lead to an open floor above then, held by columns in a charming way. One entire wall is covered with shelves from the floor to the ceiling, stuffed with books. A tall sliding ladder is leaning against it. On the other side is a table with a nice slim computer in a corner, and one long table in the middle of the room, full of papers, notes, pens and books. There is a cushion in black leather, matching seats set here and there.
Hermione starts to levitate the sheets and pillow. She walks to the curled staircase near the bottom wall, and starts going up. Draco follows her lead. He can't help but notice that she has really nice legs. Very nice indeed. When she walks on the second floor, leaving a soft breeze of perfume behind her, he wonders when was the last time he held a girl in his arms because he wanted to, not because he was being paid for it.
He can't remember.
Pushing those thoughts aside, and feeling a bit of anger rising, he finishes climbing the stairs. He is surprised to find that that floor has an attic feeling to it. And no books there. A stereo, a king size bed, a refrigerator, and a big pile of CDs. And another door.
While Hermione starts changing the sheets, he walks to the door. Curious, he opens it slowly. Another bathroom. Bigger than the one downstairs. With a bathtub. A bathtub! What the -? “Do you lock yourself up in here sometimes or what?”
She giggles a bit. But suddenly the giggles stop. What is she doing, giggling because of Malfoy. It’s Malfoy, for Merlin's sakes! Are you nuts, Hermione? She concentrates on tidying up the bed. “As a matter of fact, I do, sometimes. Research is very demanding.”
Draco just nods. It isn't really his business. His eyes look around the room, stopping on her CD collection. He goes over and starts to browse the titles. He has never heard of any of those. They should be Muggles, then. He takes one; the name on it was funny. “Bob Dylan: Highway 61 Revisited.” He mumbles to himself. He keeps his eyes on the cover, looking at this serious, lazy-eyed Muggle man. Draco thinks his hair is hideous, but there is something about him. Malfoy walks to the stereo. He looks at it. He remembers when Maggie showed him how those things worked.
He turns it on, sets the disc in it, and presses PLAY. A few seconds later, the music starts. He is drawn to it instantly. He barely notices when Granger finishes making the bed, and looking oddly at him, says “Good night...” and leaves him alone. A few minutes later, the song stops. He blinks, falling out of the world.
A new song begins. He glances at the CD case. There is a song list on it. “Like a Rolling Stone...” He turns toward the stereo again. He switches it to the first song again, and sets it up so that it keeps playing it over and over again. Then he stands there. Listening this song, from a lazy-eyed man, that makes him think that someone understands him.
He goes to that unknown bed, and falls asleep with that sweet harmonica sound playing in his ears...
Continues...
Info on “Like A Rolling Stone”
Lyrics
Chapter 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13