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Change of Mind	By : hermyoneminusone Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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It was a lazy day; Draco was lying on his bed, listening to Crabbe and Goyle argue over who would get the last of the pastries they had snuck into their room for breakfast, and Nott was engrossed in a book in the corner of the room.
“The last one should be mine!” Crabbe said defiantly.
“Give me a good reason!” Goyle retorted, sneering.
“You ate the first one, you oaf!”
“You ate one more than me, so I should get the last one!”
“You're such a fucking prat, Goyle!” Crabbe yelled angrily, pulling out his wand.
“Do you want to see what a 'fucking prat' looks like?” Goyle asked, whipping out his wand as well.
Draco knew that this was his queue to intervene. The last time, Goyle attempted to turn Crabbe into what he imagined to be a 'fucking git,' and Madame Pomfrey was not pleased at all.
“Boys, boys,” Draco said, getting off his bed and stepping in between them. “First off, you are both a couple of twats.”
Nott snickered from his corner of the room.
“Secondly, Crabbe, you did eat one more than Goyle. And Goyle, you're allergic to pumpkin, and the last pastry is a pumpkin pasty.”
Crabbe snorted. “So that means I do get the last one!” He reached for the lone pastry on the plate, when Nott swiftly Accio'd the dessert to himself.
Everyone looked up at Nott, who had already taken a bite out of the sweet.
“You lot don't need the extra fat in your diet.” He said simply through a mouthful of pumpkin, his eyes still on his book.
Draco chuckled as Crabbe and Goyle sulkily shuffled away to their beds.
“Oi! I think I still have a pack of chocolate frogs left in my dresser!” Goyle announced a few moments later, bouncing over to his dresser.
He began to rummage through his drawers in search of the treats.
“Aha!” He yelled triumphantly, tugging the box out of its confines. He pulled the box so forcefully that it brought out several more items with it. A few socks and dirty magazines spilled out of his drawer, along with the empty flask of Polyjuice Potion they used weeks ago.
Draco leaned over and picked up a magazine cautiously with two fingers. The half-nude witch on the cover winked at him, and rubbed her breasts together suggestively while she swayed on the spot.
Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Pissed Slags? What the fuck do you wank off to, Goyle?”
Nott had dropped his book at the mention of the magazine's title, and was cracking up in the corner of the room.
Goyle snatched his dirty magazine out of Draco's hands and held it protectively against his chest.
“I have needs!” He said defensively, stuffing the magazine back into his drawer.
Nott was now crying with laughter. Goyle looked over at him with narrowed eyes, and angrily chucked the empty flask of Polyjuice at him.
“Bloody hell!” Nott yelled, picking up the flask that had nearly missed his head. He looked at it. “Wasn't this the flask of Polyjuice? I remember we still had some left.” He was staring at the flask from different angles, as though potion would instantly reappear if held it at the right position.
“Yeah, I was hoping I could get my hands on some more, but I see Goyle used it all.” Crabbe sneered.
“Shut up,” Goyle retorted, putting the last of his things in his drawer. “And just so you know, I did not use the rest of the potion. I found it empty a few days ago.”
“Doesn't it bother you that we go through your things?” Nott asked, tossing the flask back to Goyle.
Goyle shrugged. “Doesn't really matter.” He stuffed the flask in his drawer once more. “My locking charm wouldn't hold out anyway.”
Draco smirked. Goyle was right, a Squib could probably break any locking charm he cast.
“True,” Nott agreed, returning to his book.
Draco lay comfortably in his bed once more, not knowing what to do. On weekends, he usually played Quidditch with Zabini, or he fooled around with a new girl. But he wasn't exactly on friendly terms with Zabini, and he was not in the mood to sleep with another girl.
He rolled over, and sighed. He might just sit near the lake to clear his mind a bit...
At that moment Blaise entered the room. He had just returned from an early game of Quidditch, and was already tossing his gear on the floor.
Draco got up. Outside seemed very welcoming to him at that point.
“Your little Gryffindor is loitering in the dungeons.” Blaise said discreetly to Draco, smirking.
Draco remained calm, although his mind was flooding with thoughts. He walked out of his dorm swiftly, wondering why on earth Hermione would be wandering the Slytherin dungeons.
He quickly walked past Lexi, who was sitting on a couch, fixing her nails with her wand. She scoffed loudly as he walked past her.
Draco hated to admit it, but he was rather anxious to see Hermione. He practically tumbled out of the Common Room, and when he realized what a fool he looked like, he stopped. He took a deep breath, and mentally straightened himself out. He walked down the halls of the dungeons, expecting to see Hermione's wild hair every time he turned a corner. He became increasingly agitated; maybe Zabini was pulling his leg. If that was the case, it was pretty low of him to do. Climbing up the stairs to the main hall, Draco was very annoyed. What the hell was Zabini's problem?
He decided to go back to his original plan, and sit by the lake. He found a secluded spot under a tree, and he sat down, making sure not to dirt his trousers. He hadn't even been sitting for a couple of minutes until a figure approached him. He scowled. He wanted some alone time.
He looked up and his heart jumped when he saw that it was Hermione who was slowly approaching him. She cautiously sat next to him.
“I was looking for you,” She began. “I was in the dungeons, and I was a bit – lost. I bumped into Zabini, and he gave me this weird smile, and...” She faltered, realizing she was babbling.
Draco said nothing. He stared into the black waters of the lake, shining like obsidian in the sunlight.
Hermione huffed. “I know we didn't get off on the right foot the other day... but that is because we both had a huge misunderstanding. I think… I can explain most of what happened.”
He looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes.
“But before I begin, I need to ask you a question.” Her cheeks turned a slight shade of red, and she took a deep breath. “What kind of knickers do I wear?”
Draco was taken aback. That was the last thing he expected her to ask. “Why are you – ” he began.
“Just answer the question Malfoy.” Hermione said sternly.
Draco looked thoughtful for a second, but decided to answer her very unorthodox question.
“Your knickers? From what I remember, they were white, and cotton. With a silly little pink heart embroidered on the hem.” He answered, a slight smirk forming on his face.
Hermione flushed. She had her wand firmly gripped beneath her robes, and she discreetly put it away. She wanted to be prepared in case Draco was unable to answer her question.
“And why did you need to be reminded of this?” he inquired.
“I needed to ask something that only you would know.”
“Oh.” Draco furrowed his brow. “I still don't understand.”
“You'll understand soon enough.” Hermione sighed, dreading what she was potentially about to hear. “Where were you last Thursday, before dinner?”
Draco stared. “Granger, do I look like a calendar to you?”
“Please, just try to remember.” She pleaded.
“Fine.” Draco attempted to recall last Thursday. On Thursdays he had Charms, with the Hufflepuffs, and he also had Ancient Runes with the Ravenclaws. After class, Nott entreated him to follow that Brown girl and the Patil sister to the Great Hall...
“Nott and I bumped into the other girls in your year, Brown and the twin. Nott's had a hardon for Brown for ages so I told him I'd wait for him while he chatted her up. It was quite amusing, actually.”
Hermione shut her eyes in shame and humiliation. Lavender and Parvati were right. She had sex with a stranger who was disguised as Draco, and it was absolutely mortifying. Half of her didn't even care to find out the identity of the person. She just wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there for the rest of her life. She couldn't help the tears that poured out of her eyes as she struggled to come up with a way to tell Draco about her predicament.
Draco was baffled at her sudden display of waterworks. He surreptitiously looked around to ensure their privacy.
“I – I'm sorry that you have to see me like this,” Hermione said thickly, “It's just – there's been a horrible mistake.”
Draco didn't know what to say. He wasn't very useful when it came to comforting other people.
“The reason I'm asking you all this is because of what happened before we had that row.” Hermione sniffed. “Draco, I – I think someone used Polyjuice Potion to impersonate you.”
Draco narrowed his grey eyes. What this a joke? “Why would you say that?”
“Because, before dinner on Thursday, I saw you on my floor. I don't know why you were there, but I went over to talk to you...”
“And one thing led to another, I mean I thought you came early to give me that book and – ” Hermione was unable to finish her sentence as she broke out in a fresh wave of tears.
“And you shagged?” Draco questioned, his eyebrows raised.
Hermione nodded tearfully, attempting to assuage her sobs.
Holy shit. No wonder the girl was a mess; she had sex with a stranger. He snapped his head up as everything clicked into place. It all made sense now. The empty Polyjuice flask. Blaise's uncanny knowledge of his sex life. Draco mentally kicked himself for not realizing it beforehand. He felt the rage creep through his body as he began mentally mapping out the journey ahead of him. Nobody crossed him like that, housemate or not. He stood up to leave and took a last look at Hermione, who was still sitting on the ground. He felt a twinge in his heart as he watched her struggle to pull herself together. He knew that what had just been discovered was much more traumatizing to her than it actually was to him. Oh, but it would be far more satisfying once he found the bastard...
Hermione stood up as well, unsure of what to do.
“Listen, Granger,” Draco said calmly, placing his hands on her shoulders. “I know what's going on. I can't explain everything to you right now, but I need to take care of something first.”
Hermione shut her eyes, trying to keep her breathing even.
Draco shut his eyes, cursing himself for what he was about to tell her. “You're just going to have to – trust me, okay? I promise I'm going to take care of whoever did this. I'll find you later.”
Hermione stared at his pale face. His eyes had turned a deep silver color. She silently nodded her head yes, and in a matter of moments, Draco was out of her sight.
~*~
Draco swiftly stormed through the halls of Hogwarts, his blood pumping violently through his veins. He could hear his heartbeat in his head, and it beat faster with every step he took. He practically flew down the stairs leading to the Dungeons, and in almost no time he was in his Common Room. He lessened his pace slightly at the sight of many fellow Slytherins. He did not want to look suspicious, or cause some kind of scene. Scenes were not his style.
Nonchalantly, he made his way to his dorm, gripping his wand tightly in his hand. He could feel the arteries in his forearm straining at his death grip.
He opened the door to his dorm. He quickly scanned his surroundings with narrowed eyes. Zabini was not there. He saw Nott sleeping, book lying on the floor forgotten, and he heard Crabbe and Goyle mumbling as they played a game of Exploding Snap.
He turned to Crabbe and Goyle.
“Where is Blaise?” He asked quietly.
“He went to the showers,” Crabbe answered, focusing on the unstable card pyramid they were attempting to build.
Draco stuck his wand into the pocket of his trousers, and made his way to the showers.
~*~
Hermione nervously went back to Gryffindor Tower, and paced her room restlessly. Thankfully, Lavender and Parvati were out on the grounds; she did not want them to be around in her time of anxiety.
She had no idea what Draco was doing or where he had stormed off to. Did he know who impersonated him? What was he going to do? As the seconds crept by she became increasingly agitated. She didn't know where to go, or who to confide in. How had she gotten herself into this mess? She felt remorse, shame, and so much more. She felt dirty, and she didn't know how to make it stop.
~*~
Draco silently left his room, and made his way down the hall. He passed several other boy's dorms, and finally stood in front of the giant double doors leading to the boy's bathrooms and showers. He was about to open the door, when a small first year came out from the bathrooms. The first year looked up at Draco's tall and menacing figure, slightly cringing at the look on the blonde's face.
“Is anybody else in there?” Draco asked the small Slytherin.
“Um... there are a few third and fourth years... oh, and that other guy from your year...” He said cautiously.
Draco smirked. He shoved the small boy out of his way, and entered the bathrooms.
He slowly took out his wand, and peered around the vast area. On his right was an open doorway, where all the urinals and toilet stalls stood. A third year was busy washing his hands. Draco pointed his wand at him, and nudged his head towards the exit. The boy's eyes widened, and he quickly made his way out of the bathrooms.
Draco continued walking forward, and the faint sound of running water met his ears. He walked through the foggy glass door that led to the showers, and immediately felt the hot steam and humidity hit his face. Two fourth years were chatting with each other, hair wet, and towels around their waists.
Draco pointed his wand at them.
“Out.” He said quietly.
One of the boys frowned, and he was about to protest when the other one nudged him in the arm and motioned to the foggy glass door. The boy looked upset, but the listened to his friend nonetheless.
“Prick,” the boy said as he passed Draco on his way out.
Draco gripped his wand painfully, trying very hard to not lash out at him. Once they had left, he muttered a locking charm on the door.
He slowly walked through the steam, being careful not to slip on the shallow puddles of moisture that permeated the tiled floor.
He spotted Blaise's nude form in front of him, his back turned. Draco knew this was his chance.
“Imperio!” He shouted. Blaise stood still at the sound of the Unforgivable curse.
Surprised, Blaise? Draco thought. Well before we begin this, I think it would be best for both of us if you covered up. Wrap a towel around yourself, then turn around to face me.
Blaise's body acquiesced, almost effortlessly.
Good, Draco thought. Now to make sure this is working properly, I want you to give me your wand, and then... do a little dance. Draco smirked.
Blaise slowly made his way over, and handed his wand to Draco. He then took a step back, and began to do an awkward sort of jig.
Draco let out a loud laugh. Blaise looked like he could murder with his eyes; his cheeks were red with humiliation.
Draco felt no penance for what he was doing; Blaise knew not to get muddled in his personal affairs, but he did anyway.
That's enough. Do you know why I'm doing this Blaise? Answer me, honestly.
“It's about Granger,” Blaise answered, his voice a bit off.
Ah, so I was right. What the fuck did you think gave you the right to stick your nose into my bloody business? Hmm? Answer me.
“I – I really didn't intend on doing so. It was really all just a coincidence...” Blaise said, his face straining.
Draco shut his eyes and let out a deep sigh.
Stupid, silly Blaise. I really did think we were mates. But then again, we're both in Slytherin, so I really shouldn't be disappointed, should I? Why did you take the rest of Goyle's Polyjuice? Answer me.
“I wanted to turn into you, so I could get to Amelia Curvhart... She – she liked you, and – ”
Shut up. Draco thought, cutting him off. I knew you never dealt with rejection well, Blaise. You are so sensitive. He chuckled. Now, since this is making ever so much sense, tell me: What did you do to Granger?
“We shagged, then I told her you didn't want to see her anymore.”
And why would you do that? Answer me.
"Because the girl was getting sweet with you, Draco! There is no way you could have feelings for her so I figured I would do you a favor by ending it then."
Draco's mind was in a swirl of thoughts. Did Granger actually have feelings for him? He pictured Hermione's tearful face when she found out what she unknowingly done, and his stomach tightened up with guilt. Why did he feel that way? He couldn't possibly have feelings for her… could he? Draco was becoming increasingly aware of how hot he suddenly was, and he momentarily faltered, breaking the curse on Blaise.
As soon as the connection broke, Blaise leapt at Draco.
“MALFOY YOU FUCKING PRICK!” Blaise roared. He shoved Draco to the wet floor, trying to snatch back his wand.
Alarmed, Draco acted quickly.
“Petrificus Totalus!”
Draco pushed the frozen figure off him.
“I hate to do this to you Blaise, but you really asked for it.” Draco breathed out, running a hand through his damp hair. “If you weren't so bloody desperate, this wouldn't be happening right now.”
He turned his back on the still figure lying on the wet floor.
“I'm not comfortable with you knowing all of this. But don't worry, I will only make you forget a little. ”
Draco spun around, and pointed his wand at Blaise. “Obliviate!” He yelled.
Blaise's eyed widened in shock, but once he was hit with the spell, they drooped slowly, and he fell into unconsciousness.
Draco broke the petrifying spell on him. He tossed Blaise's wand next to his body, and he exited the showers.
~*~
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