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The Secret of the Dragon	By : GrangerDanger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione was settled into the sofa of the common room with a new book, Creatures of the Black Lake, of which she had read and re-read the same paragraph several times. Giving up, she closed the book with a heavy sigh. She absolutely loved reading, and had never stopped --not even after Ron, but she just couldn't focus on the words. Her mind kept playing and replaying the events of last night, and she couldn't believe how stupid she had been. She berated herself, knowing that she should have never let her guard down around the professor. From the very beginning she had sensed that something was off about him, but she pushed those feelings away, assuming that she was just being paranoid.

Suddenly the entrance to the room slammed open. It was Malfoy.

In a right foul mood as always, Hermione scoffed to herself, if anyone has the right to be angry it's me.

And she was. She was angry with the world, with herself -- she was angry with everyone who had ever taken advantage, and she was angry with Malfoy for playing his games. Did he think she was a bloody oaf?

"How do you feel?", he asked her.

"Why should you care? What are you playing at?"

Draco was slightly taken aback. Not because she was blunt or untrusting -- that was expected. What he wanted to know was how she had figured out that he was playing her.

Playing her...

He'd almost forgotten the reason he even started following the mudblood in the first place. With the events of last night, his mind had gone off the tracks. He had lost control of himself and wasn't sure why. Though his emotions were a flurry, his face remained impassive. A skill he had learned at a young age --it served him well. After taking a moment to regain his composure, he realized the young witch was waiting for a response.

"Why do you assume I'm playing? Did you want to play with me, mudblood?", he jeered.

The way she stared at him would have made a normal person back down, but not Draco. He'd been through far too much to be intimidated by a little mudblood, regardless of how powerful and...attractive...she may be.

Gods...that body...that tight little--

*SMACK*

Hermione's small hand connected with his cheek, leaving a searing hand-print in its place. Tears had begun to roll down her cheeks, as she stood there looking at him. She could see his jaw twitching as he stood there trying to calm himself.

"I want to play with no one. LEAST of all YOU.", she spat through gritted teeth.

His eyes flashed dangerously. Draco grabbed her wrists, throwing her onto the sofa that she had been sitting on before he'd prodded her. He mounted her, pinning her arms under his legs and quickly retrieved her wand from her robes, throwing it across the room.

"LEAST of all ME, mudblood?! Would you have preferred the Slytherin professor take your precious virginity last night while you lay naked on his desk? Is that what your bath time fantasies were about? Did they include being unconscious? You could be DEAD if not for ME."

Malfoy was fuming. His face had turned a bright shade of red and he looked as though he might kill her. She wasn't sure he wouldn't. She knew that he had killed before -- that he was capable of it. Then it occurred to her... the professor had gone missing.

"You're hurting me," she shrieked, "get off, Malfoy. Please."

He slowly loosened his grip on her. He was still furious, but he knew that he could not expect her to be grateful -- he had provoked her, and he had been playing games, just like she had guessed. He just sat looking at her, as time began to de-escalate the situation.

"What did you do?", she asked carefully.

"What?", he bit, "What do you mean?"

"You knew...how did you know?", she muttered, "You couldn't have known. No one knows. I haven't told anyone. The professor went missing. And you said if not for you. And--"

"Stop rambling, mudblood. What exactly did you think happened? No one else would have been able to get you into this common room."

"Is he dead?"

"What would you prefer the answer to be?"

"I -- I don't --"

"Then don't ask.", he spat, cutting her off.

"What happened?", she said, almost in a whisper.

Sighing, Malfoy began to explain why he had been spying on her in the first place. He decided that once he explained, she may be thankful that he'd been there, and, perhaps, that would serve him better than the blackmail he had originally planned. It was obvious that Granger was not far from exploding, and that would do him no good for getting things done. He described how he followed her and the professor, and how he had watched through the door. He told her of how the red smoke had enveloped her and she had gone unconscious. He even explained that he had been debating whether or not to intervene, but barged in at the right time, not including the more unpleasant details of last nights events.

"All you need to know after that, is that I got you here and you are fine.", he finished.

She stared at him suspiciously for a moment, before quietly requesting that he get off of her. He pushed off of her and quickly strode into his room.

Once he closed the door behind him, his eyes began to sting. The self-loathing hit him like the Hogwarts Express. It would never matter what he did. He would never be good enough for anyone, he thought. He'd expected a little gratitude, but, still, all she saw was a monster. And he couldn't blame her --he was. After everything he'd done and everyone he'd hurt, his parents were still never satisfied, and he would never be able to make up for his transgressions for anyone else. He would never be able to make them up for himself. Each day, it was increasingly difficult to live with with his past.

Draco sat gently on the foot of his bed, head in hands, and the tears began to fall as something inside him finally broke. A moment later, his door creaked open and Hermione's small frame appeared in the doorway. He looked up at her, not knowing what else to do. He could read her expressions like a book -- that bleeding Gryffindor heart.

"I didn't want to be alone", she whispered.

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