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Chapter 10. Quick Talk.

Hermione sighed in satisfaction
when she felt Draco�s lips nipping at her neck, his
sculpted body over hers, pressing her into the mattress, her breasts pressed
against the white skin of his chest, one of his arms surrounding her shoulders,
holding her tight. She could feel the length of his erection pressed against
one of her thighs and his hand between her legs, pressing into her sex, rubbing
the clitoris in small slow circles. She moaned in excitement, she wanted his
lips over hers; she wanted to see his eyes while he kissed her�

A loud knock on the door
surprised her and she straightened up in bed, the image of Malfoy vanishing on
the light of early morning. Hermione groaned in frustration. What could have
been so important for somebody to call her first thing in the morning? The
knocking started again and Ginny Weasley�s voice got
to her.

�Hermione? Are you awake
already? Can I talk to you?�

�Mph, well I�m awake now� Hermione
frowned, she imagined what it was Ginny wanted to talk about and she didn�t
want to talk about it, but Ginny wouldn�t go away, so she supposed it was
better to grant her entrance. She reluctantly unlocked the door with her wand.

�Come in Ginny, it�s open now!�

The younger Weasley entered the
room and took a seat on the bed; she already had her uniform on. She looked
directly at the Gryffindor head girl.

�Are you alright Hermione? Harry
and Ron are worried about you. Something happened at dinner?�

�No, I just didn�t feel well.
You see? I think I�m developing a migraine, I should go to Madam Pomfrey later
in the day, maybe she could tell me why I�m this cranky�

Hermione gave a tiny apologetic
smile; she would be dead before confessing to Ginny the true reason for her
crankiness and bad mood, the red haired girl smiled knowingly and leaned to her
a little.

�I know exactly what you need.�

�Do you?�

�Of course! You have been in so
much stress lately, with the N.E.W.T.s and the
pressure of You-Know-Who. Last year you over exerted yourself researching all
kinds of advanced magic that could be useful to us. You need to relax
Hermione!�

�Well, it�s not like I have much
time to relax.� �Except the nights, I
wonder if he�ll want to continue after all.�

�I tell you what. Why not I
convince Ron to take a walk with you over the grounds, at dusk, you can smell
fresh air and relax and do small talk and forget about school and the war for a
little while. Maybe you can even find a suitable lonely spot, I know that he
has been meaning to find the right time to talk privately with you, it would be
a good opportunity don�t you think so?�

Hermione felt the blood draining
slowly from her face, Ginny couldn�t be suggesting what she thought she was
suggesting right?

�Err� I� I don�t think that�ll
be a good idea Ginny.�

The girl seemed a little put out
at this.

�Why? Oh, come on Hermione! Ron
is more than ready to accept that he loves you; he just needs a little help.
Aren�t you happy that he finally decided to stop being a child and make things
right? You two could officially be a couple from now on! It would be great!�

�� yeah� yeah, great�� Oh my God! What am I going to do?�
Hermione was suddenly in a panic, Ginny looked at her curiously.

�What�s the matter Hermione?�
The red-haired girl was worried now, she didn�t get the happiness she had been
expecting, Hermione tried to get past the lump in her throat and sighed.

�Look Ginny, I don�t think it
would work�

�What? Why?�

�You see, I like Ron, I suppose
you can say I even love him and Harry too, but I don�t think it is a lover�s
love. They�re my best friends, and frankly I don�t think being a couple is a
good idea, at least not right now, I can�t picture myself being a girlfriend.�

Ginny looked at her for a moment
as if suddenly she had grown horns and spitted fire, then she seemed almost
annoyed.

�What are you talking about? Of
course you love him Hermione! I have seen you two for years and I�m tired of
seeing only a lot of teasing! Hermione, it�s clear that you are meant for each
other!�

�But, Ginny��

�No! Listen to me! You are only
confused because of the great pressure you always put on yourself. Last year we
hardly got to see you during our free time!�

��Oh, so you noticed� thought Hermione with a bit of resentment, Ginny continued.

�And I admit that my brother�s behavior and his way of showing his feelings are really
poor, and need a lot of work. He�s been childish but he really wants to make
things right. I know you two would work just fine, mother thinks so, too.�

Hermione looked at her friend
and reckoned that it would be useless to argue with her.

�Maybe Ginny, but not now, I
don�t think I need a serious relationship right now.�

�Oh, come on Hermione! It would
do you a lot of good to be with the one you love!�

�That�s just the thing Ginny.
I�m not sure I love anyone right now.� Hermione said, while the image of a
certain blond appeared in her brain, she shook her head, denying it for the
moment and proceeded to get ready for breakfast, while listening to Ginny�s
reasons of why she should be deeply in love with Ron.

Breakfast could have been
uneventful if not for the shocking news in the Daily Prophet; there were two
massive attacks, one to a muggle village that was
utterly devastated and other to the building that had been used as the
Ministry�s provisional Headquarters. Long lists of dead had been published and
not one of the Death Eaters had been captured. Fortunately none of the Weasleys had been killed. Panic was now general and many
parents had already contacted the Headmaster, asking for their children to be
sent back home. The security in the castle would be increased; no more trips to
Hogsmeade and all secret passages going out of the
school had been physically or magically closed. The fear among the students was
palpable and Dumbledore had urged them to stay calm and trust in Hogwarts
safety, also reminding them to give special effort towards unity.

Hermione went through her
lessons in a daze; it was as though she was considering for the first time the
real destructive potential of this war, which she had not yet experienced
directly. She was worried, but at the same time confident they could win. She
had faith in Harry, he was a really powerful wizard and she was sure he would
win. The Order would help him, and his friends would help him too, together
they would give the Death Eaters a good fight. They would win; she had no doubt
of it. What worried her were the many losses they would have to pay, her mind
drifting once and again to Malfoy and his own certainty that death was the best
choice one could have.

How many actually thought like
him? And how many followed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in fear for their lives?
Could they be convinced of the contrary? More important to her: Could she
convince Malfoy that there was still hope? She was willing to try, even if she
and Malfoy went their separate ways after all was over and they didn�t see each
other ever again, she would be happy knowing that he was alive and well.

She ached to see him, to ask
what was happening in his House, to see if he was still willing to meet her.

�Maybe he didn�t open the box�

This and other somber thoughts were playing in her head over and over
again, while she walked the corridors between classes, listening to Harry�s
complaints about Dumbledore not letting him participate in the defenses they were establishing for the school, and Ron�s
ideas for emergency plans.

It was a really dull and sad
day; the trio ended it in the library when classes were finished, the boys
putting little effort in doing their homework and Hermione just feeling grumpy.
When they were finally tired of looking at the books without paying any
attention to them, Harry had stood and said he was going to return to Gryffindor Tower. Hermione had seen Ron�s
intentions to stay behind with her and she quickly looked for an escape route,
thankfully spotting a seventh year Hufflepuff that
was her working partner in Ancient Runes. She hurriedly moved to sit with the
girl, telling both her friends that she had to ask a few questions about the
last class assignment and that she�ll catch up with them at dinner. Both boys
left, Ron a little upset and Harry eyeing her suspiciously.

Some time later she walked to Gryffindor Tower thinking. She was a little sad.
She had realized that, even though she missed Malfoy a lot, they really didn�t
get to know each other and all they shared was the sex. It had been ok for the
moment, both had agreed to it, but the few glimpses that Malfoy had let slip in
their pillow talk and at odd moments of calmness between them, made her want to
know more about him. He was smart and powerful, and it was obvious to her that
he didn�t share his father�s beliefs. She missed his sarcastic comments and
their brief discussions of some classes. They were enemies no more, but he was
unwilling to make it known to the world, he had said it would be safer that
way, and she had agreed to it, but still she wanted more.

She was debating whether she
should risk going to the dungeons looking for him or to wait for their shared
potions class the next day, when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into an
empty classroom, she heard the door being closed as she was pushed to a wall
and looked into familiar grey eyes. She blinked in surprise and Malfoy smirked
at her, raising his right arm to show her a tiny piece of parchment.

�Exactly what is the meaning of
this Granger?�

The girl smiled, recognizing the
little note, she let her school bag fall, and without further advice she
launched herself at Malfoy, her arms surrounding his neck, her lips kissing his
hungrily. The boy had not been expecting an answer so graphic, and the speed
and force of her jump took him by surprise, making him retreat two steps, he
tripped with his own school bag and fell backwards, taking Hermione with him
and barely missed hitting his head on a bench. He remained flat on his back
with the girl over him for a few moments. She was still kissing him, as if
falling to the floor while doing it was completely normal. When he realized she
wouldn�t let go of him, he took hold of her waist and gaining leverage he rolled
them both over, so that he was now over her. All the things he had planned to
tell her, in order to convince them both that continuing with this was a very
bad idea, completely forgotten.

They didn�t break the kiss until
they needed to breathe. Malfoy lifted himself a little, trying to support his
weight on his right arm, and looked at her directly in the eyes.

�Merlin Granger! You are a
desperate and sick woman. You know that?�

Hermione chuckled and one of her
fingers caressed Malfoy�s swollen lips.

�I thought that had been clear
since the first time we met.�

Malfoy nearly asked �Which first
time?� but he stopped himself on time. Hermione got her face a little closer.

�So� she said �Did you miss me?�

�No� said Malfoy nonchalantly,
his left hand playing with Hermione�s hair, the lie evident in his eyes,
Granger�s face made a pout.

�Oh, too bad� I did miss you.�
And she pulled him again into another kiss.

Malfoy let himself get lost in
her mouth, then he started to trail kisses along her jaw to nip at her ear,
breathing in her hair.

�Of course you missed me. You
can hardly compare me with any of those insipid Gryffindors you call friends.�

�Oh, and you didn�t miss me
because you have hundreds of interesting girls behind you right?� Hermione knew
they were starting a short round of mock bickering, but she wanted it, she
missed that too. Strangely enough he followed her along the way she wanted the
�conversation� to go.

�Exactly!�

Hermione pushed him at arms
length and tried to disentangle herself from him, he did everything possible to
prevent her from standing, but finally them both were on their feet, holding
each others arms, she realized the state of her clothes and frowned,
immediately arranging herself. He was still smirking.

�You�re impossible Malfoy!�

�And you are a nut case
Granger.�

�That�s what I get for
entangling myself with a pureblooded prat!� she said while trying to make her hair into some
semblance of order, which was nearly impossible. Malfoy crossed his arms and
assumed an offended posture.

�What? I�m not good enough for
the know-it-all mudblood?�

The word was out of his mouth before
he realized it and he bit the inside of his lip, holding his breath while he
waited for her reaction. For his utter surprise she didn�t seem upset or angry,
just slightly annoyed. The frown deep in her face.

�Why are you still using that
word? It�s offensive. And I know it doesn�t mean anything to you anymore.�

Malfoy was at a loss of words,
he had almost been expecting a blow from her. He said the first thing that came
to mind.

�Well, old habits die hard. You
should know that.�

�And what exactly that is
supposed to mean Draco Malfoy?� She said, smiling again despite herself and
with her hands firmly on her hips.

Malfoy, still with his arms
crossed, opened his mouth to answer when the door was slammed open and a loud
�Stupefy!� was heard. Hermione saw Draco�s eyes widen
in surprise a fraction of a second before the hex actually hit him and then he
fell in a heap to the floor. Hermione looked almost in horror at Harry and Ron,
who were hurrying to her.

�Hermione, are you alright? He
didn�t hurt you, right?� Harry was worriedly hovering over her, his wand still
in his hand. Hermione realized she had taken out hers in reflex. Ron was
looking at Malfoy with hate. He kicked the side of the unmoving body with all
his might. Hermione immediately got angry with him.

�Ron! What the hell are you
doing?!� She walked past a shocked Harry and pointed her wand to Malfoy�s still
figure. �Enervate!�

Malfoy gasped and stirred,
holding his right side and turning angry eyes to his aggressors. He was
confronted with the sight of an angry Gryffindor girl and two open mouthed
idiots. He would have enjoyed it more if not for the pain and the fact that he
was utterly pissed off with himself for having completely forgotten that winter
break was over and that they weren�t practically alone in the big castle
anymore. He stood and growled at Ron.

�Weasley! Are you incapable of
keeping your nose away from other people�s business?!�

The red headed boy instantly
turned angry eyes at him, apparently ready to start a fist fight.

�Hermione is MY business!�

�What?!� A disbelieving squeak
was barely heard.

�And you bloody bastard were
threatening her!!�

Malfoy actually did a quick
mental scan of his position and posture at the moment he had been hexed, trying
to pin point something that could have been interpreted as threatening to the
girl, finally deciding that Weasley was just being his usual idiotic self. He
opened his mouth to tell the prat just what he
thought of him, but Granger beat him to it.

�What the hell are you talking
about Ron?! Since when am I YOUR business?!!� You two are out of your minds!
You know that?�

Two pairs of shocked eyes and
one pair of amused grey ones turned to her. Potter recovered in a matter of
seconds.

�Hermione! He was trying to hurt
you!!� The girl had the annoying idea that they had already had this
conversation and that only made her angrier.

�Hurt me? Harry, tell me exactly
why you suppose he wants to, or was about to hurt me?�

�What? He�!� Harry turned
bewildered eyes to Malfoy and then back to Hermione, at a complete loss of what
was happening. Ron answered for him.

�Because He. Is. Malfoy.
Hermione! Malfoy! You surely remember him? The boy that has been insulting you
for the past six years?!!�

�I don�t recall having had the
opportunity to do it the last year� said Malfoy, now starting to enjoy himself.
Ron rounded on him.

�Shut up you bastard! What have
you done to her?!�

Malfoy turned his eyes to the
now very frustrated girl, and mockingly scanned her.

�Why? You think I�m responsible
of the way she looks? In case you haven�t noticed she has always had the look
like of second hand doll.�

�You son of a bitch! If you ever
dare to get near her or try to touch her you�re gonna
be very sorry!!�

�What? You think I�ll want to
dirty my hands with a mudblood?�

Hermione paled visibly, Malfoy
ignored her and turned to be face to face with Potter, who was giving him an
angry hiss.

�Shut up Malfoy! Don�t you dare talk
about her like that! What did you threaten her with?�

�For the last time Harry.� Said
Hermione, recovering her exasperation. �He was not threatening me!�

�I don�t believe it! I know you
Hermione and you wouldn�t willingly talk with this prat
alone in a classroom! You wouldn�t even be in his proximity more than strictly
necessary, unless you were forced to! And you have been in here for more than
five minutes before we arrived!!�

Malfoy narrowed his eyes in
suspicion. How could Potter had possible known that? Hermione�s eyes widened
and she looked at her friend.

�How do you know�?� She
interrupted herself, eyes darkening in comprehension. �The map. That stupid map!�

�You two were spying me?� she
said dangerously. Harry immediately backed a step.

�No! Of course not! Only you
were taking a lot of time in returning and�� he momentarily turned to glare at
Malfoy, who was following the exchange with a lot more interest than he was
letting them see. Harry continued �We only wanted to see where you were, and we
came looking for you.�

Ron got into the conversation,
putting himself in front of the girl.

�Yes Hermione! I know you are a
prefect, but you mustn�t go along the Halls alone! Whatever this shit had told
you, you can trust us!�

�Oh, for God�s sake! Just stop
it already!�

�No!� said Harry again. �If he
was not trying to hurt you, then what were you doing here with him Hermione?�

Hermione wanted to strangle them
both; fortunately she remembered something she could use to get out of this
discussion.

�Fine! If you must know, I was
looking for him!�

�What?!�

�What for?!�

Both Gryffindor boys looked at
her incredulously, Malfoy tensed and looked at her with a somber
expression, she ignored him and continued.

�In case you have forgotten, all
the teachers had been giving us different projects that we are supposed to do
with students of different Houses.�

Malfoy�s face didn�t change
much, but he relaxed visibly, seeing where she was going. Potter bitted his
lower lip, not happy at all with what he was suspecting. Ron was the only one
clueless.

�What does it have to do with
him? That�s homework, and you and Harry haven�t had Potions yet.�

�Yes Ron, if you remember Malfoy
and I also had Arithmancy together and Professor
Vector sorted us in pairs.�

�So?� said Ron, still not seeing
it, Harry�s worry deepened.

�So, as Malfoy missed Arithmancy�s last class, and I was the only one without a
partner, Professor Vector said that we have to work together.�

�WHAT?!�

�And I was looking for him
because I want to get an agreement over the subject we are going to work on.�

Harry turned around in distress;
Ron stared at Hermione in openmouthed disbelief.
Malfoy adopted his pose of superiority again, trademark smirk firmly on place.
Potter was not satisfied yet.

�Why didn�t you tell us?�

�I wasn�t aware that I had to
make my activities known to you!�

�Hermione!� Harry was short to
fling his arms in desperation.

�Calm down Harry! Ok, maybe I
should have warned you, but frankly I had forgotten about it, and while I was
talking with Azuka in the library I realized that I
had to talk with Malfoy too. I just found him before reaching Gryffindor tower,
that�s all.�

Harry sighed in defeat and
turned to confront Malfoy again, intent on making it clear that he was not
going to leave Hermione alone with his nemesis, but he hadn�t done more than
open his mouth when Weasley finally regained his voice.

�Is your professor mad?!! I
don�t believe she could pair you with this git!! Why
didn�t you tell her what kind of shit he is?!!!�

�Ron!�

�What�s happening here?� A
girl�s voice could be heard from the doorway, every one turned to find
Millicent Bulstrode, Ron was in no mood to be
interrupted.

�None of your business!! Sod
off!!�

�Ron! Would you calm down?�

Millicent arched an eyebrow at
them and then got sight of Malfoy, she immediately directed her attention to
him.

�Draco, I�ve been looking for
you. Professor Snape wants to talk to you.�

Malfoy didn�t seem too happy at
the announcement, but he retrieved his school bag and walked to the door nonetheless.

�Well, it certainly has been fun
to be here, but I have better things to do. I unfortunately will be seeing you
later Granger. Try to teach these two morons better manners.�

He walked past them, almost
reaching the door, when Potter decided to follow him.

�Wait a minute Malfoy.�

The boy reached up and grabbed
the blonde�s left wrist, trying to pull him. Malfoy�s vision darkened around
the edges, he didn�t even stop to drop his school bag, his reaction was
immediate. He turned sharply, his right fist already in the air. It hit
squarely between Potter�s eyes, taking the brunette by surprise and sending him
sprawling to the floor.

Draco barely heard Weasley�s swears and Bulstrode
hexing the red headed boy, he didn�t register any movement around him; for a
few seconds his world consisted solely of the pain radiating from his left arm.
He tried hard to collect himself and focused on Bulstrode�s
and Weasley�s shouts, after a few moments he felt his
breath returning to him, he straightened himself and hissed at Harry.

�Don�t you ever dare touch me
again Potter! Let�s go Milli.�

He turned and left as fast as he
could, Bulstrode on his heels, leaving behind a
bloodied and shocked Boy-who-lived, an irate red head, and a confused and
worried Hermione. Malfoy gritted his teeth, thinking how he was going to wipe
the floor with Marshall
as soon as he got his hands on the bastard.

Hermione fell onto her bed,
utterly exhausted. After she made the counter course for Bulstrode�s
jelly legs jinx on Ron, and they had taken Harry to the Hospital Wing to fix
his nose, they had gone straight to see Dumbledore. Harry and Ron were sure
that they now had proof that Malfoy had taken the Dark Mark and there had been
no power in the world that could convince them otherwise. So they were utterly
disappointed when the Headmaster had not taken their accusations seriously,
claiming that he knew how Malfoy had gotten his left wrist hurt, and that it
had nothing to do with the Dark Mark.

The boys were now angry at
Dumbledore for being so blind, and at Hermione for not having supported them,
but she was beyond caring this time, she had already known that Malfoy hadn�t
got the Dark Mark, and she was more worried over how he could have been hurt
and if it had anything to do with his two days in the Hospital Wing.

She sighed, looking at the
canopy of her bed, wondering if she would have time to meet Malfoy alone the
next day. A noise in her window took her out of her thoughts; she turned and
saw an eagle owl taping the glass. She stood and let the bird in, immediately
taking the note attached to its leg.

�Tomorrow 11:00pm.�

She wrote a brief �Ok� in the reverse of the note and sent
the owl flying again. She went to bed thinking how she could get Malfoy to
answer her questions, and what she was going to do to rid herself of the
Marauder�s map.
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