all characters belong to JKR
A/N: This story is influenced by "A Room with A View", hence the title of the first chapter. Thanks!
A Girl Called Granger
1- A Room with a View
Hermione Granger and her mother ran into the lobby of a small hotel in Italy. Her mother stopped by the doors and said, "Darling, I'm not as young as you, and I can't run any longer."
"You stay here mother, I'll go check us in," Hermione said. She walked up to the front desk and said, "Excuse me, my name's Hermione Granger, and I have a reservation for a deluxe suite with a view." She bent down to fix the strap on her shoe.
A man stood in the doorway of the small hotel, heading toward the staircase. He had just checked in before them, and he had just stolen their room. He stopped by the archway to watch the pretty girl check in. He watched as she bent down and fixed the strap of her shoe. She had very nice legs, whoever she was. He once knew a girl named Granger. Could it be her? Of course it was.
"Miss Granger," the desk clerk said, "I am so sorry, but check in time was 4pm and it's now after five. We just gave your room away."
"Oh, please tell me you didn't," she cried.
"I'm so sorry, but I did," the man said, truly sorry.
"You see, my mother is recently divorced, and I just broke my engagement, so we wanted to come to Italy to get away, and this is one of the few Wizarding hotels, which also is run by the British, and we just really need that room," she almost whined.
"We really don't have that room any longer, but we have one room left. It's a single, but we could bring up a cot," the desk clerk explained.
"Does it have a view?" she asked.
"Not really," he said, "It only has one small window."
"But, we missed our plane, and then the cab we took got a flat tire, so you see, it's not our fault," Hermione was still determined to get her room with a view. "I really don't want to be here for a week in a single room, with no view."
"And a shared bathroom," the clerk stated.
"No!" Hermione practically screamed.
Her mother came up to the desk and said, "We'll take that room, but perhaps if you get another room available, you might be able to move us?"
"Of course, madam," the man at the front desk said, smiling. He called the bellboy over and told him to collect their bags and show them to their room.
The man that was watching the entire exchange in the corner laughed and decided he was going to have some fun at her expense.
Hermione and her mother were shown to their room. It looked more like a closet. The bathroom was to the left, and was shared by the room next to them. The bellboy explained that the two rooms were usually used by families, but that the woman in the other room was a very nice young lady.
He put their bags down and left to get the cot. Hermione's mother stood up on the bed, and looked out the long, thin window, which was in the corner of the room. "Sweetheart," she said to Hermione, "if you stand on the bed, open up the window, and lean up on the windowsill, you can just get a glimpse of the seashore."
"How exciting, mother," Hermione said with disdain. "You know, I was so looking forward to this vacation."
Her mother got down from the bed and said, "It'll still be a nice vacation, dear. I'm going to go freshen up," and she left to go to the bathroom. Hermione did indeed stand up on the bed, opened up the window, and leaned out as far as she could. She was leaning up on the window seal so that her feet were no longer touching the bed.
Just then, Draco Malfoy walked into Hermione's room. He cocked his head to the side. Her backside and her legs were the only things he saw. It was a nice backside, after all. The legs he had already determined were nice, too. He said, "Are you going to jump?"
She was momentarily stunned. She knew that voice from somewhere. She lifted herself from the ledge, and put her feet back on the bed. She turned around and saw Draco Malfoy standing in front of her, with his arms crossed, and that ever-loving smirk plastered on his face.
"I was trying to see the view," she said, walking across the bed. He offered his hand to her to help her step down. She didn't accept, but stepped down firmly on the floor all on her own, using the wall to steady her until she hit solid ground. "So, Malfoy, fancy meeting you here."
"Here?" he mused.
"In my room," she clarified. "What are you doing here, in my room? I could care less what you're doing in Italy."
Just then, the bellhop brought his suitcases into the room and set them on the floor. Draco gave him a tip, and said, "Take these other suitcases out of here; I don't know to whom they belong."
"Those are mine, and don't take them anywhere," she said, rushing up to the bellboy. "Seriously, Malfoy, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"Oh, there's a slight misunderstanding. You're in my room. So, bye, bye, Miss Granger," Draco said, waving to her.
"This is our room. Well, we had a suite with two bedrooms and a private bath and a wonderful view, but someone took that room, because we were a little late," she felt compelled to tell him.
"Yes, I was that person. That would be my room," he said, sitting on the bed.
"You just said this was your room!" she waned.
"Oh, well, this is my room as well. I needed somewhere to put my luggage," he stated.
"No, you took our big beautiful room, and you are not taking our small little one as well! I'll go down and straighten this whole thing out, but for now, get out of my room, Malfoy!" She pointed toward the door.
Her mother walked out of the bathroom at that exact moment. Draco stood up, went to shake her hand, and said, "Hello, Mrs. Granger. My name is Draco Malfoy. I went to school with your daughter. It's so nice to meet you."
"Well, aren't you sweet, and good looking," she said, looking over at Hermione. Hermione wanted to throw up. Draco took Mrs. Granger's hand and kissed her knuckles.
Hermione reached over and took her mother's hand from his and said, "Don't touch him, Mother, you might catch something. I have to go to the lobby to straighten out a misunderstanding. Stay here, Mother."
She stormed from the room and Draco followed. "Where are you going?" she asked.
"I thought it would be fun to watch you make a fool out of yourself. I know it was always good for a laugh back in school," he said. She glared at him and started down the stairs. He stood in front of her and said, "Wait a minute, Granger."
"What?" she asked more annoyed than she had been in a long time. He was two steps lower than she, making them the same height.
"I lied. I asked the front desk to trade our rooms. I heard your little predicament down in the lobby, and since I was the one who stole your room, and you'll be here a week, and I'm only here for a couple of days for business, I thought I would take the small room, and you can have your suite back," he told her.
She put her chin up, waiting for the punch line, or for the other shoe to drop. "What's the real reason, Malfoy? What's your ulterior motive?" she asked.
"I was trying to be nice, believe it or not," he said, "but you wound me, truly you do. You don't trust me, do you?"
"Not only do I not trust you, but I don't like you, and I don't believe you," she finished.
"Fine, have fun in your little room, but you tell your mother. I'm sure by now the bellboy has already safely taken your things into your suite, and she's probably getting all comfy right about now," he expounded, walking back up the stairs.
She ran up to catch him and said, "Fine, Malfoy. I accept your kind offer. Thank you." She held out her hand, as a way to say thanks. He looked at her hand confused. She felt like a fool. She put her hand down and said, "Don't shake my hand. I forgot, I'm a Mudblood, and below you," and she made her way up to the landing. She stood there confused, she didn't know where her new room was.
He walked up to her and poked her on the shoulder. She turned around. "You're still a little twat, aren't you Granger? I do something nice, and then you insult me."
"How did I insult you? You were the one who refused to shake my hand!" she said.
"I was going to shake it," he started.
"What took you so long?" she asked.
"I was shocked that you offered it, that's all," he said truthfully.
"Oh, well, let's start over then," she said, smiling for the first time that day. He thought she had a rather nice smile as well. "Thank you, Malfoy," she said as she offered him her hand.
He took her hand in his, but his eyes never left hers. He held her hand, not really shaking it. Just holding. She was slightly embarrassed, because for some reason she knew she was blushing, and what in the world was with that tingling feeling that she suddenly had pulsing throughout her entire body? She felt a prickly feeling on the back of her neck. She finally took her hand from his and said, "Maybe we'll see you in the dining room later," and she dashed off down the hall, going the wrong way.
"Room six, Granger, that way," he called after her, pointing the other direction.
"Oh, right, thanks!" she called after him, dashing off the correct way.
As soon as she turned the corner, she looked down at her hand, the hand that had just touched Draco Malfoy, for perhaps the first time since she met him fourteen years ago. She grinned. 'Silly girl,' she thought. She was acting like a silly schoolgirl. She blushed again as she thought about the tingling feeling she felt when he held onto her hand. She ran to room six, the one with the view, to get ready for dinner. She hoped she would see him down there.
Draco stood where she left her and he felt foolish. Why did he hold onto her hand for so long? Fourteen years had been good to her. She was prettier than he remembered. She mentioned something about a broken engagement to the man at the front desk. Did that mean she was single? Curious. He just might have to extend his business for a few extra days. He might want to see her again, and not just at dinner. He smiled and walked into his little room with no view, and decided to get ready for dinner. He might see her there after all.
Next Chapter: Dinner with Strangers