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A Slow Seduction	By : MoonlightVision Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 56424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Hello my lovlies! Here is another chapter, sorry this one took a while to get up... it's been a busy summer with me bouncing back and forth between work and camp! Hope you all enjoy, and please leave me a review to let me know what you think!! <3

Chapter 10
Draco woke to find the early morning light filtering in through the common room windows. Closing his eyes again, he realized he must have fallen asleep reading. He opened one eye and looked at the couch. Granger was gone. Clearly she'd gone to bed and just left him there. Typical.
He groaned, shifting muscles that were sore from sleeping in a sitting position. It was then he realized he was covered in a blanket and there was a pillow resting on his shoulder. Surprise washed over him. Granger had tucked him in?
A slow smile spread across his lips. If she had covered him and given him a pillow, clearly she cared about him. Even if it was just a smidgeon, it was a start. Maybe he could still make some head way with her while Natasha worked on her part of his plan in London.
His eyes fell on the books on the coffee table, and he thought about last night. As much as he'd wanted to make some comment about her going crazy he knew he couldn't. Not if he wanted her to trust him. He had been mildly entertained by her freakout. Maybe it wasn't as hard as he thought to push her over the edge. She certainly seemed pretty sensitive. He'd always assumed she was an impervious fortress of righteousness. Maybe he just hadn't payed enough attention before.
He could use that to his advantage. Put enough obstacles in her path, especially if he could somehow make it look like it was coming from her friends, then she would start needing him for support. And he would be more than willing to provide that support.
Satisfied with his plan, Draco got up and moved to the couch, draping himself across it. He was too tired to move all the way to his bedroom, and he still wanted to get a few extra minutes of sleep. The blanket lay half on him, half on the floor, but he didn't care. The couch was much more comfortable than the chair, and the sunlight streaming in the windows wasn't in his eyes anymore.
He was just starting to drift off when he heard the portrait hole open and someone come in. When had Granger left? He lifted his head, a question on the tip of his tongue, but stopped himself when he caught sight of bright red hair. What the hell? Why was Weasley here?
Dropping his head back to the pillow he made no comment, it was too early in the morning for this. He heard her cross the room and knock lightly on Granger's door.
“Hermione?” she said in a hushed voice.
Draco scoffed when he heard some rather loud thumps coming from Granger's room. Why was she so bloody loud.
The door creaked open, “Hey Ginny.”
“You still want to come with me and Luna? We're heading up to the owlery now.”
“Yeah, just give me a minute,” Granger replied, also in a hushed voice, “I can't seem to find my shoes.”
Draco couldn't help the grin that split his face, but he very quickly wiped it away. He reached under the couch and grabbed the shoe he'd seen when he'd moved from the chair and held it up into the air so they would be able to see it over the couch back.
“It's over here, Granger,” he said, his voice still husky from sleep, “You left them out here last night, remember?”
He wished he could have seen there faces. The silence that greeted him was almost worth sitting up to look at them. He would bet his last galleon that Granger was bright red with mortification and that Weasley would be scowling, both at Granger and in his general direction.
He gave the shoe a little wave, “I've got one, but the other one is over there somewhere,” he gestured towards the fireplace with the shoe, “I vaguely remember tossing it that way after I got it off.”
More silence.
Then there was a flurry of feet and he felt her shoe being ripped from his grasp. She rounded the couch, towing Ginny behind her by the hand and made for the other shoe across the room. Sure enough, Granger was beet red and Weasley was wearing the biggest frown he'd ever seen.
He smirked and rolled over, letting the blanket slide off of him as he hugged a pillow under his head. Relishing the way the red head's eyes got even wider and her scowl even fiercer. Guess she hadn't noticed his lack of a shirt before.
He couldn't help but get in one more dig as Granger towed her friend towards the exit, “I hope you're not planning on coming back before second period, Granger. We've got a free period, remember, and some of us want to be able to sleep in. You kept me up entirely too late last night.”
His only answer was the portrait hole closing behind them. Smiling to himself, he settled in for a quick nap. That couldn't have gone better if he'd planned it.
---**---
Hermione couldn't stop her face from burning. The cool air bit at her cheeks, but it did nothing to reduce the heat or the shame. Why she was feeling shame she had no idea. It's not like anything had actually happened, and she'd tell Ginny that if she ever slowed down enough for Hermione to catch up. But he had made it sound like something had happened. Well, she amended, something had happened. He had given her an escape when she'd needed it, and interestingly, company. But judging by Ginny's furious pace, she thought something more had happened.
“Ginny!” she called, hurrying after her, “I can explain this.”
“Can you?” the red head shot over her shoulder.
“Yes! If you'd just slow down...”
Ginny whirled, her cheeks a bright pink from the wind, “How could you! Malfoy, Hermione? Malfoy!?”
Hermione came to a stop in front of her friend, “Nothing happened! Ginny, what could you possibly think would happen between Malfoy and me?”
“You tell me,” she countered angrily, “clearly something happened.”
Realizing she needed to tell her the truth, at least some of it, Hermione sighed, “I was having a bad day, yesterday, that's why I left the library early. I was really missing Harry and Ron... and well... I went back to my dorm to be alone but he was there and he confronted me. We argued for a bit, as usual, but then he just got me a book and we just sat and read. That's it.”
Hands on her hips, Ginny scowled, “Then why was he half dressed? And why did he have your shoes? No... scratch that... why did he say he'd removed your shoes?”
She felt her cheeks heat up again, “I... I don't know why he wasn't wearing a shirt. I'm assuming because that's where he lives, so he's technically allowed to.”
“And the shoes?”
Hermione hesitated, “I guess that one is a little hard to explain.”
“Ya think?!”
“He literally only took them off, Ginny, that's it!” she said, hoping her friend would somehow understand, “He wanted me to be comfy while I read so he took them off when he made me sit on the couch.”
“But why did he have to take them off?” Ginny continued, undeterred.
“I... I don't know...” Hermione murmured, “I guess because I was distraught?”
“Was that a question or an answer?”
Sighing Hermione took Ginny's arm and started walking towards the owlery again. She didn't want to be late meeting Luna there. “I don't know, Gin, I honestly don't. There are so many things concerning Malfoy that I just don't know about.”
“You're supposed to be ignoring him,”Ginny stated, matter of factly.
Hermione chuckled dryly, “That's so much harder than it sounds. I'm doing my best. I'm at least trying to not let what he says or does get to me. You should too, Gin.”
This time it was Ginny that sighed, “I think I'm beginning to understand just how hard that might be to do. But if that's what you're doing, I'll give it a try too.”
“Good,” Hermione smiled, glad that her friend wasn't going to stay mad at her, “Now why are we meeting Luna at the owlery? I thought we were going to meet her at breakfast.”
Ginny shrugged, “Something about she thought she saw Pig fly in, which means there might finally be a letter from Ron for you.”
“Really?!” Hermione's face broke into a grin, as she picked up the pace, towing Ginny behind her.
The other girl laughed, “She only said she thought she saw him, it's not for sure... and you know Luna...”
“That's good enough for me! Come on!”
---**---
There had indeed been a letter from Ron and it put Hermione in a great mood for the next few days. He had said how much he missed her, and went on about their classes and how she would have thought them fascinating, and how he really wished she were there to help with the homework. He told her about some of the outings Harry and he had been on in London, and how there was one night in particular they'd wished she'd been there as they had gotten into a spot of trouble at a local muggle bar. Thankfully, they'd been saved by a witch that happened to be there as well, who was slightly more sober than them and could explain away the happenings of the evening to the muggles without having to obliviate anyone.
His letter both made her miss them terribly and also made her glad she was here, she was almost glad she hadn't needed to be the one to 'save' them this time. It was an odd mix of feelings, but she was mostly just happy she had finally heard from him, and that it was a really long letter, by Ron's standards.
She had been in such good spirits that even Malfoy hadn't bothered her nearly as much as he usually did. His taunting in classes was only worthy of her shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She was glad, however, that he hadn't tried to touch her again, that would have surely ruined her mood.
Currently, Hermione was sitting in the charms classroom waiting for class to begin, a little smile on her face as she watched Flitwick's chalk sore across the board, writing down instructions.
“Well, don't you look happy today, Granger,” Malfoy commented, sliding into the seat beside her, “Excited that it's finally Friday and we only have two more classes before we're free?”
Clasping her hands before her, she continued to watch the chalk, “Not that it's any of your business, but no, that's not why. And we're not free, as you put it, after classes, we have to patrol tonight, remember?”
Malfoy grinned, “How could I forget, Granger, spending an evening with you is bound to be full of opportunities.”
Glancing in his direction, Hermione tried to read his expression. Opportunities for what? If he'd said that same thing last year she would have been very hesitant to go on patrol with him, fearing he'd do something mean or hurt her in some way. Now she wasn't so sure. Now she had no idea what kind of opportunity he meant. This year he'd taken the opportunity to be mean to her, to tease her, to flirt with her, even to be kind to her, so she literally had no idea.
His expression remained unreadable, as always, and she decided it wasn't worth engaging him in conversation to find out what he meant. Professor Flitwick was climbing onto his stack of books, about to start the lecture anyway, so there wasn't time.
Suddenly Malfoy slid something across the desk towards her, making her withdraw her arms to look at it properly. It was today's daily prophet. Folded neatly.
“Your precious boys made the front page,” he said pushing it closer, “I thought you might want a copy. You can clip out the picture, pin it to your wall, put it under your pillow or whatever suits your fancy.”
Hermione's heart leapt, but not from excitement. Especially since Ron had mentioned their spot of trouble the other day. Plus she didn't trust Malfoy to give her good news about them. Not when his animosity ran deeper with them than it did with her, especially with Harry.
Carefully she unfolded the paper, expecting to find a picture of Harry and Ron in some sort of predicament splashed across the front page. Instead she found a picture of them laughing outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, sitting at a table with a witch that she didn't know. The headline read “Hermione Granger Replaced in The Golden Trio. Who is This New Witch?”
She almost laughed out loud when she read the author of the article. Rita Skeeter. That woman had no love for Hermione, so of course she'd jump at an opportunity to make it seem like she was being cut from the boys lives. She pushed the paper back across the desk, “Nice try, Malfoy, I'm not falling for that woman's hogwash.”
He smirked, “Oh, the article is rubbish, obviously, but I really did think you might want the picture. Keep it. I've noticed you don't get a copy anymore.”
She looked at him sharply, “Anymore?”
Malfoy nodded, “You used to get one everyday didn't you?”
She was shocked that he had noticed, both back when she used to get them, and now when she had decided to stop receiving them. She nodded mutely.
“So why'd you stop?” he pulled out his parchment and quill.
Hermione shrugged, doing the same, “I cancelled it last year while... while we weren't at school and I haven't gotten around to renewing it yet.”
He picked up the paper and looked at the picture on the front page, before folding it and holding it out to her. “Well, if you want it, it's yours.”
Hermione hesitated, she did kind of want it. The boys looked like they were having so much fun. It did make her a little sad that she wasn't there with them, but she was glad they were having a good time in London. Plus it was one of Malfoy's rare kind gestures, and she felt like she should be rewarding those. Positive reinforcement, or something of the sort.
Making up her mind she reached out to take it from him, “Thanks.”
Malfoy winked at her, “No problem, Granger.”
She tucked it into her bag and had just started writing notes when he leaned towards her so suddenly it made her jump.
“It doesn't make you the least bit nervous that they're with another witch?”
Hermione glared at him, blotting the ink spot that was spreading across her page, “No, Malfoy it doesn't. London is full of people, full of wizards and witches. They have other people in their Auror. classes. Harry has always had reporters trying to take his picture, why would that have changed after the war ended. She's probably just a classmate, or a new friend, they are allowed to have those, but I'm not worried that she is replacing me. We've been through too much for that to happen.”
“Good, wouldn't want you to have another freak out. I wouldn't mind, but you might, if I had to escort you out of here to take off your shoes and push you onto the couch. What would your friends say?” he mocked.
Swallowing, Hermione tried to ignore him and continue with her notes. Why? Why did he go from almost nice, to almost mean in the blink of an eye? She caught his eye for a moment before snapping her attention back to the professor. No, she amended, he wasn't currently being mean. Judging by the glint in his eye, he was trying to flirt with her again. And she wasn't sure how she felt about that. Granted it was Malfoy, and she most definitely was not interested, but having him attempt to flirt with her was better than him being mean. Wasn't it?
Shooting him another sidelong glance she noticed him smirking contentedly as he started writing his own notes. Her mind full of unanswered questions and mixed emotions, she focused on the lesson, hoping she would be able to ignore him for the remainder of the day. At least until patrol tonight.
---**---
“You're late.”
Draco regarded her calmly as he approached, her arms crossed, foot tapping lightly, “No, I'm not, Granger.”
“You are,” she stated, turning and heading down the corridor, “Patrol starts at nine o'clock.”
Narrowing his eyes at the clock in the entrance hall he hurried to catch up to her, “Granger, it's exactly nine o'clock... therefore, I'm not late.”
“Patrol starts at nine, Malfoy, you should have been here a few minutes before so we could be ready to start at nine.”
“Bloody hell, Granger, it's nine on the dot. We've started. We're fine,” he said pinching the bridge of his nose. What had her knickers in a knot?
She opened her mouth to say something, shook her head and continued on her way. Sweeping out the doors into the cool night air she was about to head out into the grounds when he caught her elbow.
“Granger...” he warned, making her stop, “if you've got something to say, just say it.”
“I don't,” she said, trying to shake off his hand, “Now, can we please continue.”
“I don't believe you.”
Draco watched in disbelief as she rolled her eyes. He found he was equally pleased and offended at the gesture. Pleased because it meant she was starting to feel comfortable around him, which meant all of his work was paying off, and offended because he couldn't believe she had the nerve to actually roll her eyes at him! Who did she think she was? Deciding he needed to unnerve her just a bit, he tightened his hold on her arm and stepped closer.
She took a small step backwards, “Malfoy, can we please just keep going.”
“We've got all evening, Granger, what's your hurry?”
She shifted away from him as he moved to tower over her, “We have a lot of ground to cover...”
He noticed she was looking anywhere but at his face, he smirked, wondering why that was, “Like I said, we've got all night.”
“We don't. We actually only have until midnight.”
This time it was Draco who rolled his eyes, “Do you have to be so technical all the time?”
Granger's eyes had become fixed on his hand on her elbow, probably because he had loosened his grip and was softly rubbing his thumb against her skin. He was barely holding on at all anymore, yet she hadn't moved away. He smirked when she didn't answer him.
“Granger?”
Her eyes snapped up to his face as colour crept into her cheeks. Jerking her arm out of his hold, she whirled and practically ran down the steps to the grass. Sauntering after her, Draco could barely contain his smile. Oh, this evening was going to be so much fun.
---**---
Two and a half hours later, Hermione was beyond frazzled. Malfoy was being insufferable! Not only did he keep grabbing her elbow whenever he thought she was walking too fast, but he was being purposefully argumentative. Every time she'd suggest they go one way, he'd come up with a reason why they should go the other way, which usually resulted in him taking a hold of her arm and steering her in that direction, forcing her to accept his decision. She was trying not to let it bother her, but she couldn't help it. Every time he touched her she twitched, and she could tell from his smirks that he noticed. Which made her cheeks flush with anger, at herself for being so jumpy, which only made him smirk more.
Finally she couldn't handle it anymore, “Malfoy, would you stop grabbing me!” she spat, jerking her arm away from him as he reached for her again. She could have murdered him when he smirked in response.
“But it's fun. You're so twitchy tonight.”
She ground her teeth, trying to keep a pace or two ahead of him so he couldn't reach her, “I am not something for you to play with, Malfoy...”
She felt his hand close on her arm again, but didn't have time to react. Before she could even think, he spun her to face him and slammed her back into the wall, knocking the wind from her.
“That is where you are very wrong, Granger,” he whispered, his lips against her ear.
Hermione's heart was racing as she tried to catch her breath. What? She could feel his body pressed against hers, making her very aware that she'd never realized just how well muscled he was. Every inch of him that was pressing into her was solid as a rock. And his breath tickled. A lot! Before she realized what she was doing she squirmed, trying to shift so his breath wasn't travelling right down her neck.
He chuckled, and she froze, “See, you like the way this feels, don't you? You can't even come up with a come back.”
Her anger flared, “You are an absolute git!”
“That's it,” he leaned back to look her in the eyes, “That's all you can come up with?”
“No,” she snapped, trying to bring her hands up to push him away, “You are an idiot! A very, very dumb idiot, if you think I'll let myself be toyed with like this. This is not a game, Malfoy, you can't just do to people what you want.”
Her efforts to free herself did nothing, except make him smirk again, “But I can...”
She stomped her foot, “No! You can't! I'm a person, Malfoy, not a toy! I'm tired of you being nice one minute then mean the next. It' giving me whiplash and I can't handle it!”
His brows shot up, “Is that so? Have I been mean to you recently? Here I was trying so hard to be nice to you.”
“Ughhh,” she growled in frustration, “What do you call this? Right now! You want an example of you being mean? This is it.”
His eyes suddenly darkened, “This?”
Hermione inhaled sharply as he lifted one hand from her elbow and slide it under her hair, his fingers curling around the back of her neck, while his thumb rested gently on her cheek.
“Granger, this is not me being mean,” he whispered, “This is the very opposite of being mean.”
“Why?” was akk she managed to get out, her eyes fixed on his.
He gave a little half smile, “Because, like I said, I'm trying to be nice to you... plus it's kind of fun, watching you squirm.”
She swallowed angrily, counting to five in her head. It was fun? He thought it was fun to make her uncomfortable? Because that is what he was doing! Which just proved what he'd said. He just thought she was something he could play with. Well, he was going to have to learn there were consequences of thinking that.
Her voice steely, she stared him down, “Malfoy, I would appreciate it if you would remove your hands from me.”
“Why?”
“Because, I want you...” she stopped, the sound of a baby crying suddenly infiltrating her ears, louder than ever.
Malfoy grinned, “Wow, Granger, I never thought I'd actually hear you say that. I mean, I know you want me, but I never thought you'd admit it.”
The crying stopped as abruptly as it started. She tried to shake it off and focus on what he'd just said. Wait, what? “What? I don't want you, Malfoy. I would never -”
He interrupted, “You just said you did.”
“That's because I didn't finish what I was saying,” she said, her frustration coming back, “I was trying to say -”
His hand suddenly slid across her cheek and clamped down on her mouth, cutting off the rest of her words. Words that would let him know she didn't want him, that she'd only been trying to say 'because, I want you to'. Loosing patience with him she was just starting to think about biting his hand when she glanced up and saw his face.
Malfoy's eyes were huge, his face pale, and he was staring down the corridor as if searching for something. Realizing she could hear the baby crying again, it was her turn for her eyes to widen in shock. He could hear it! He must! Why else would he look like that? Relief washed over her. She wasn't going crazy! Just the fact that he could hear it too, meant it wasn't in her head. She could have cried!
He swallowed slowly, his eyes turning back to her. His hand slid from her mouth, as he uttered one soft word, “Granger?”
“You can hear it,” she murmured, tears filling her eyes, “You can hear the baby, can't you?”
Again he looked down the corridor, “Yeah.”
“I'm not crazy,” a few stray tears slid down her cheek, “If you can hear it, it's real.”
He looked at her, confusion clear on his face, “If it's real, we have another problem.”
“What?” Hermione was too relieved that she wasn't going crazy to have thought of any problems.
“Why is there a baby at Hogwarts and why has no one found it yet?”
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