A Slow Seduction

BY : MoonlightVision
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione
Dragon prints: 28583
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of JK's world and characters. I do not make any profit from this.

A/N:  I know there are so many of the Hermione/Draco as Head Boy/Girl type stories out there, but I love those ones and felt like writing my own... so, hope you enjoy and please feel free to let me know what you think :D

A Slow Seduction

Hermione walked the corridor of the train, making her way to the Head's compartment at the front. She still had no idea who the Head Boy was. The letter she had received informing her of her new role upon her return to Hogwarts had not mentioned the Head Boy's name. She assumed it would be someone from the year below her. As far as she knew she was the only student from her year who had opted to return to Hogwarts.

Reaching the compartment, she slid the door open and stepped inside. It was empty. The Head Boy was either not on the train yet, or hadn't made it to the compartment yet.

She stowed her trunk and book bag before checking her watch. There were still fifteen minutes before the train departed. She decided to see if she could find Ginny. She could ask her how Ron and Harry's move to London- for Auror training- had gone and catch up with her before she had to return to discuss Head duties with the, as yet, unidentified Head Boy.

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Draco stepped onto the Hogwarts Express with only a few minutes to spare. He'd insisted that he could get to the station by himself. He'd been through a war, he didn't need his mother to hold his hand while he got on a bloody train. However, he had underestimated the time he would need to get his luggage onto a trolley and into the station and had just made it in time.

The train started moving before he'd even found the Head's compartment. That was the one small, saving grace of having to return to Hogwarts. He'd been made Head Boy. He didn't think he would have been able to stomach it if he'd had to return and had to answer to a Head that was younger than him. He was already not looking forward to finding out who the Head Girl was.

Draco dragged his trunk along the corridor, heading to the front of the train. His letter had said the Head's compartment was up there somewhere. He wished the letter had informed him who he would be sharing his duties with. He desperately hoped it wasn't the Weasley girl, that would make this year unbearable.

Finally he found the door that had the word “Heads” on it. Sliding the door open he peered around. The compartment looked just like any other one on the train, except this one was empty, save for a trunk and book bag sitting beside one of the seats.

He placed his own trunk beside the other seat, setting his owl's cage down on top of it. He'd just draped himself comfortably across the bench seat when he heard the door being opened.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me!?”

Draco's stomach plummeted. He knew that voice, he'd be able to pick it out of a crowd. He'd spent years tormenting the owner of that voice and her friends. He groaned internally as he turned his incredulous gaze to meet the pair of brown eyes staring at him in angry shock.

“What the hell are you doing here, Granger?” he sneered.

“I could ask you the same question, Malfoy,” she retorted.

Hermione stood there, a look of disbelief plastered all over her face. Clearly, she had not been expecting to see him back at school this year.

“But you didn't, and you still haven't answered me,” he said as he sat up straight, propping his feet up on her trunk.

Hermione took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as if steeling herself for something unpleasant, but unavoidable. “I've been chosen as Head Girl for the year. I'm assuming you've been made Head Boy?”

Draco could only nod, as his fear of having the Weasley girl be Head Girl were surpassed by what he had just learned. Granger was Head Girl? He considered jumping off the train right then and there, but two things stopped him. One; Malfoy's never ran from uncomfortable situations, they figured out how to turn it around in their favour, and two; his father would never allow it, having forced him to return to school.

“Very well then,” she said stiffly, as she walked farther into the compartment and slid the door closed behind her.

He watched as she walked towards him, stopping when she came to his outstretched legs. He knew she wanted him to move them, so she could get by, but he didn't. He returned the glare she was now giving him, full force.

“Malfoy, would you mind letting me by?” Hermione finally hissed.

“Yes, I would mind,” he mocked, “I've finally gotten comfortable and I'm not about to move just so you can reach your seat. You're supposed to be the smart one, figure out a way around.”

She watched in disbelief as he waved his hand, indicating she should get on with it, and continued to sit there, legs stretched in front of him, feet propped up on her trunk. “You are such an insufferable git,” she mumbled under her breath.

“Taking lessons on insulting people from your Weasel, are you? You should find a better teacher. His insults barely hold any sting,” Draco commented dryly.

Hermione tried to nudge his legs off her trunk with her knee, “You're seriously not going to move?”

“No.”

“Fine!” she snapped.

She let out an angry breath of air as she stepped up onto her trunk attempting to bypass his legs. Smirking to himself Draco, shifted his legs slightly, causing the trunk to slide beneath her. He had only meant to make her progress more difficult, he had not been expecting her to lose her footing completely and squeal as she toppled right into him.

Her arse landed squarely in his lap and one of her hands shot out to brace herself on his chest. Her face was inches from his own and her shocked brown eyes met his, widening when she realized what an intimate position she had landed in.

It only took Draco a second to react, but that second felt like an eternity. He dropped his legs from her trunk and pushed her away from him.

Hermione gave another squeal as she was sent sprawling to the cabin floor.

“Watch it, Granger! I don't want your filth on my robes.”

“Well, if you'd just moved your damned legs I wouldn't have had to crawl over my trunk in the first place,” she said, hauling herself off the floor.

“Like I said, I was comfortable.”

Now that she was past, he propped his feet back up on her trunk, earning him another fierce glare. He smirked as she absentmindedly rubbed her arse. She didn't have her school robes on yet and her jeans fit rather snugly. It really was a nice arse and it had surprised him when he realized it felt good pressed into his lap.

Taking a seat she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a book. He scoffed, no surprises there. With one last withering glance in his direction she proceeded to absorb herself in her book.

Hermione was so wrapped up in her book that she didn't notice Draco studying her. So, she'd decided to return to finish her last year? He couldn't really say that surprised him, she'd always been such a know-it-all, of course she'd want to take her NEWTs.

He'd read in the paper that Potter had decided to start Auror training. The article had briefly mentioned Weasley would be joining him. He'd naturally assumed Granger would be following the two idiots like she always did. But she'd chosen to come back to Hogwarts, without the boys.

Draco smiled inwardly as he realized this meant he could torment her to no end, her precious boys not there to stand up for her. Maybe this year wouldn't be as boring as he'd suspected. Thoughts tumbled through his head as he formed plans and dismissed them, unable to settle on the perfect way to make her life this year a living hell.

He folded his hands behind his head and regarded her coolly. What could he do that would break her? What would it take to reduce her to a pile of wasted nerves and leave her in a turmoil of emotions?

His eyes travelled her body as she unconsciously shifted, twisting to lean her back against the wall and drawing her feet up onto the seat. One leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee, resting against the seat back. Any other girl who moved to sit like that would have been trying too hard, but Draco grudgingly admitted that Granger made it look sexy, only because she didn't know she'd moved, she was that absorbed in her book.

An idea began to form in his head. An idea that would not only torment her, but Potter and Weasley too. He was going to have sex with their beloved Gryffindor princess. But just having sex with her wasn't enough. It'd be too easy to force himself on her, especially without her body guards around. Not to mention the legal repercussions of such an act would damage his already rocky reputation. No, he was going to make her want him. That would be the ultimate torture. For her to realize she desired him- the enemy- and once she gave in... Oh, the torment it would cause them. It would be priceless!

Draco had become so lost in thought he didn't notice Hermione had put down her book. He started as a hand waved in front of his face and he couldn't stop the glare he threw her.

She put her hands on her hips, “I said; are you just going to sit there or are you going to make yourself useful and assist me at the prefects briefing?”

He stood, shrugging, “Well, I wouldn't want you to mess it up, I'd just have to fix things later.”

He could feel her gaze burning into his back as he walked to the door. He smiled to himself. If this was going to work he had to be smart, turn on the charm gradually. That way she wouldn't suspect anything.

He heard her start to stomp after him, so he paused and held open the door for her, “After you, Granger.”

Mild shock registered on her face, “Malfoy-” she started suspiciously.

“What? Don't tell me your precious Potter or Weasel have never held a door open for you? Contrary to popular belief, Granger, my mother actually did teach me manners. Which I can obviously see, Weasley's mother did not and, well, Potter never had a mother to teach him how to behave.”

“That is so not true! They have far more manners than you!”

“Yet, they've never held a door for you. Your definition of manners might be faulty,” he said as he gripped her elbow and pushed her gently out of the compartment and down the hall towards the prefects carriage. “Come along, Granger. We're going to be late if you stand there with your mouth open any longer.”

Draco was pleased to note that his dig at her having a faulty definition had shut her up effectively. She jerked her elbow out of his hand and marched down the corridor ahead of him, offering him a fine view of her pert little arse.

He quickly turned back into the Heads compartment and grabbed the school robes she'd left lying on the seat. She'd want those to address the prefects, wanting to make the best impression she could and he knew it would irk her that he was the one to remember them for her.

Following after her, he smiled. This might turn out to be one of his best years at Hogwarts yet.




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