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You Change My Mind	By : AkashaTheKitty Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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LOL princesspeach� Your wish is my command? ;)

Here's the
final chapter. I hope not to disappoint... too badly!

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This time,
waiting for Draco to come back was one of the hardest things Hermione ever had
had to do. Making your peace with the fact that you are
about to suffer and die is one thing. Staying strong and brave through a long
and lonely wait is another thing entirely. She wasn�t sure if keeping her
waiting was an intentional way of torturing her or if he honestly cared about
her and needed time to collect himself. Somehow, she minded it less when he was
the one who had to do it, though. She felt certain that he wouldn�t draw it out
unnecessarily.

When he did come
back, he was looking pale and haunted, and from the way he was scowling at her,
you should think that she was the one who had been having him at wandpoint.

�I don�t know
what it is you think you�re doing,� he said, dumping some dark garments next to
her on her bed. �Being so bloody stubborn. You could
just pretend to cooperate. Aren�t you supposed to be smart?�

She shook her
head. �It wouldn�t keep me alive for long, would it? And you said it yourself:
They aren�t coming for me.�

�So, that�s it?�
he growled, leaning towards her. �You just give up and commit suicide? Bloody brilliant.�

She shrugged.
�I�ve had a good run in this war. I�m getting tired.�

�We�re not even
twenty-five!� he exclaimed, sounding appalled. When she was about to reply, he
held up his hand. �Don�t bother. Put that on.� He gestured towards the
garments.

She reached out
to find a set of robes and a cloak much like the one she had worn when he had
taken her to watch the cruciating. Was that his new
way of torturing her? To make her watch others being tortured, maybe even
giving her the power to stop it? She paled. If that was the case, she wouldn�t
be able to stand it.

�What� what do I
need this for?� she asked. �Where are we going?�

�Out. Put it on or I�ll put it on for
you,� he threatened in a voice that promised that that wouldn�t be a pleasant
experience at all. When he saw the look on her face, he added, �I�m not taking
you there again, we�re just going
out.�

She did as he
asked. Again he pulled up her cloak�s hood so she wouldn�t be recognized.

�When we walk,�
he mumbled. �Try to walk like you own the place, but keep your face hidden. And
remember: don�t get any ideas!"

He steered her
out the door and she let him, but when they were outside he let her go and she
was left to follow on her own accord. It didn�t even occur to her not to. It
also took several minutes for it to occur to her that he hadn�t blocked out her
vision either. This could only mean that he didn�t mean for them to go back. A
chill touched her spine.

He took her
through long hallways; taking a turn every time they heard voices ahead, so
only once did they have to pass someone else. The others nodded at Draco, but
didn�t spare her a glance, and he seemed to relax a bit. She briefly wondered
why he cared, but thrust it aside. Who knew how Death Eater relations worked?
Then they were outside and he was taking her away from the building. She
ventured her first real glance at the place and gasped. It was huge, almost
like a castle.

�Don�t stare at
the place,� he hissed. �Come along, now.�

�Where��

�Shut up and
you�ll see!� His mood seemed to be deteriorating rapidly the further away they
were going. And, she realized, they were going rather far. He just kept walking
until the building was out of sight.

�What�� she tried again, as he stopped, but he cut her off by
grabbing her arm and, without warning, Disapparating with
her.

She stumbled as
they reappeared at the edge of a forest. He was gazing pensively at it for a
second and then, without preamble, he pulled her close and kissed her. His lips
hungrily moved over hers, and when she gasped with surprise, he deepened the
kiss, pulling her closer. Then he roughly thrust her away again. Confused
didn�t begin to describe what she was feeling.

�Go that way,�
he said, pointing to the east. �Your friends will have guards out. Or, they
should.�

�W-what?� she
asked, feeling like a complete ninny for not understanding what was going on.

�It�s not that
hard to understand, Granger. You win. I�m letting you go.� Hermione swallowed,
her gaze flickering to the forest and then back to the blond man in front of
her. �Go on,� he said again. �It�s not a trick. It�s the same place you saw in
my memory, it�s their � your � new headquarters somewhere in there. This was as
close as I could bring you. I�m not about to become a sitting duck for them
and, besides, they have wards up all over the place.�

Hermione felt a
little dizzy. �What about you?� she weakly asked. �If it�s true that this is
not a trick, then you can�t go back.�

He smirked at
her cynically. �I know.�

�You can�t go
back to Malfoy Manor, either.�

�I know.�

�There�s no��

�I know, Granger,� he bit out. �So why
don�t you just get your bushy head out of my sight already!� He turned his back
on her, but she grabbed his arm before he could Disapparate.
He glared at her hand.

�You can come
with me,� she said.

He rewarded that
suggestion with a mocking smirk. �Oh, yes. Why don�t you give them my head on a
silver platter while you�re at it? Nothing�s ever enough for you, is it?�

She shook her
head. �I wouldn�t let them hurt you.�

He sighed. �And
why would they trust me, Granger? Why would you
trust me? I don�t want to be spending the rest of my � very limited � days
sucking up to Potter to prove that I�ve changed.�
The last word came out loaded with disgust.

�You have
nowhere else to go,� she insisted. �And whether you believe it or not I think
you have changed. You�re setting me
free, aren�t you?�

He looked up
into her eyes, the intensity in his startling her. �I would manage. I�ve been
in tough spots before. I have no reason to come with you� Do I?� His gaze was
unwavering, asking her� something�

Hermione felt
her face heat up and she was unable to keep the eye contact. �I-I don�t know
what you mean.�

�Of course you
don�t,� he sarcastically said. �So, if you�ll just let go��

�Wait!� she
said, grabbing him even firmer when he tried to extricate himself from her
hand. �You do!� She couldn�t allow him to just wander off to some uncertain
fate, she just couldn�t.

He sighed at her
again. �This level of pity you�re exhibiting is just� pitiful, Granger. Now,
let go of me.�

�Never,� she whispered.

His head jerked
up from where he�d been frowning at her hand, shock evident on his features.
�You don�t mean that,� he quietly said. �Stop messing around. You don�t want
this.�

�I do. Please
come with me.�

�Why?� he asked.
�Why should I come with you, Hermione?�

She cringed. �For Goodness sake, Draco! You can�t just put me on the spot
like this!�

�Oh, I think
I�ve earned the right, don�t you?� he asked mockingly.

�I don�t know
what it is you want me to say!� she hedged.

�But you do.�

�I have feelings
for you, ok? I can�t stand not knowing what�s to become of you!�

For a moment he
looked inscrutable as he was processing this.

�You really want
me to come along, then?� he asked.

�Yes,� she
confirmed in a low whisper.

For a second she
thought she saw regret on his face, but then it was gone.

�I might come
with you, then,� he said.

She raised an
eyebrow. �Might?�

�Well, that
depends�� he mumbled as he drew her closer, �whether you kiss me again.�

She did. She
pulled down his head and ran her hands through his hair, as she ran her lips
over his, kissing him deeply and passionately. She pressed against him,
reveling in the taste and feel that was him� until he pushed her away. She
frowned at him, unhappy about the loss of contact and about to ask why he�d done
that, when she noticed his flushed cheeks and the heat in his eyes. She
suppressed a giggle and smirked instead. No, he wasn�t indifferent to her,
either.

�I�m going to
have my hands full, it seems,� he mumbled, as he took her hand and lead her in
to the forest. This time she didn�t suppress the giggle.

Draco turned his
face slightly to hide his frown. He had really wanted to just let her go. He
had wished to fail this mission. He almost had. She was the Mudblood Granger; he shouldn�t care if he was using her,
abusing her feelings, to get what he wanted. To get what his Lord wanted. He
shouldn�t feel so damn dirty. He suppressed a growl that was threatening to
erupt from low in his throat. Soon, he�d be done and it would be over. Soon, he
wouldn�t have to look her in the eye anymore. Soon� He
felt her hand in his and briefly closed his eyes, trying to will away the
guilt. He had been successful. She had feelings for him, she would rebuff any
suspicions about him and� the Dark Lord would finally have his spy in the
Order.

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*ducks
for cover* Aww, come on! With MY track record this
was almost puppy dogs and kittens and unicorns and rainbows and sunshine and...
Well... Fluff-fest. I did the best I felt I could
without ruining the story!

The
big controversy has been the very last paragraph. I've softened it considerably and, actually, not all of
my betas were very happy about that XD So, you see,
it's not me who's the evil one!

As for where I left it... Have some imagination! *grin* I won't rule out a
sequel, but it's really not on my
list of priorities right now. This story was a bloody headache to write in the
first place. Challenges are probably just a touch too challenging for my blood.
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