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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: Sooo... pandemic, eh? That kinda threw a wrench in my writing plans! You'd think I'd have more time to write, but nope, I'm one of the lucky(??) people who's job actually got busier, more stressful, and hectic because of it. But, hey, at least I know I've got some job security! Even if I feel like some kind of permenantly exhausted pigeon, I know I m blessed to still be working.
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Chapter 14
Hermione couldn't stand it any more, she finally raised her hand and asked the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Warbletree, if she could use the restroom. Purely as a way to get away from Malfoy for five minutes! He had been trying all morning to get her to talk to him, alternating between being nice and snapping under his breath at her, and she just couldn't handle it any more. The fact that it was barely into the morning made it that much harder to bear. It was only the first period after breakfast for crying out loud!
As she marched down the corridor she silently fumed, unfairly blaming the professor for making them sit together. How was she supposed to know that just because they were head boy and girl they didn't get along? She was a new professor at school and didn't know their history of hatred. Because that was definitely the emotion Hermione was feeling right now. She hated Malfoy! Hated that he had made her tell again about the baby. Hated that he didn't seem to be getting it through his thick skull that the headmistress was the teacher she looked up to the most and she didn't want to look the fool in front of her.
Slamming the bathroom door behind her she ripped off her heavy school robe, leaving it discarded on the floor, and loosened her tie. She knew it wasn't her clothing that was making her feel suffocated, but she needed to be able to breath and that somehow seemed much easier to do in just her light blouse.
Turning on the cold water she splashed it over her face, pushing her hands up through her hair so it would get off her face. Gods, she looked a mess, her face pale with angry red splotches and her hair now sticking out at odd angles. For half a second she contemplated using her wand to cast a severing charm to chop it all off. She exhaled slowly and braced her hands on the sink. Her hair wasn't the problem. Cutting it off would solve nothing and she would probably just regret it.
A soft click sounded behind her as someone locked the door. Gripping her wand she whirled, ready to question whoever it was and demand they get out. Her angry eyes met Malfoy's determined grey ones and she hesitated for half a second. And that half a second was her undoing. He flicked his own wand and hers sailed through the air into his hands.
“Give it back, Malfoy!” she hissed.
“Not a chance,” he sneered, tucking it into his robe pocket, “If I do you'll hex me and I really don't feel like being hexed right now.”
She angrily stomped her foot, “Damn straight I would! And you would deserve it, you arrogant arsehole! Now give me my wand back!”
Malfoy merely crossed his arms and leaned back on the locked door, “No.”
“Ughhh!” she spun furiously, looking for anything readily available to throw at him, but there was nothing, the bathroom remained as barren of throw-able items as when she had entered it. Turning back to him, she took in his relaxed pose and felt her anger growing, especially because he didn't say anything, he just stood there regarding her with a bemused expression.
“Why do you have to be so impossible to deal with?!” she yelled, resorting to pacing, “This year would be so much better if you weren't here! You ruin everything!”
He still just stood there, eyes watching her every move.
Facing him she placed her hands on her hips, “Well, are you going to say anything?! Or are you that much of a jerk that the one time I want answers from you, you choose not to say a fucking thing!?”
“Language, Granger.”
“Oh, fuck off Malfoy! I'll say whatever I damned well please!”
Malfoy sighed, “As cute as this temper tantrum is, are you done?”
“CUTE?!” she couldn't believe the nerve of him. She stormed towards him, pleased when she saw a flash of uncertainty cross his eyes before they turned back into that damned steel grey judgemental stare, “You think it'll be cute when I murder you!?” She stopped short two feet from him when he suddenly smirked at her. Why was he smirking?
“You could try, Granger, but we both know you wouldn't be able to.”
She glowered at him, “Give me back my wand and we'll test that theory, you twit.”
He unfolded himself from the door with a chuckle and closed the distance between them, “You're too obsessed with me to kill me, you'd miss me too much.”
Hermione growled, “I am not obsessed with you.”
She turned and paced away from him. She was finding it hard to keep yelling at him when he wasn't insulting her or yelling back. Their arguments were feeling decidedly one sided these days and she wasn't sure she liked it. Especially because she always seemed to be the angry, irrational one and he just looked amused. Which made her angry as well, but in a childish, embarrassed kind of way. Why did he get to be the one who could keep his cool, this was Malfoy and past experiences indicated that he was the one that would blow his lid, not her. When had he learned to be so even tempered? It wasn't fair!
“Sure, you aren't.”
Glaring at him as he crossed his arms again, she asked, “Why are you here, Malfoy?”
He opened his mouth to answer but another question popped into her brain, “And how did you even get out of class?” Professor Warbletree never let students leave her class in pairs. If you needed to leave you had to wait until the previous person returned before she would even consider letting another student go.
Malfoy shrugged, “I disillusioned myself and snuck out. I knew you were ignoring me and figured the bathroom was the perfect place to make you hear me out.”
The tiniest part of her brain was impressed that he'd managed a disillusionment charm strong enough to sneak out of class, right under the noses of all their classmates and the teacher. The other, larger, part of her brain was exasperated that he had succeeded in cornering her and seemed determined to not let her go until he had his answers.
He stalked towards her, “Now, are you going to tell me why you are mad at me this time? Or do I have to drag it out of you?”
She studied him for a few seconds, her mind racing. She didn't want to tell him, it was nothing new anyway, if he were as smart as he claimed to be he should be able to figure it out. Her eyes glanced at the locked door some ways behind him. Maybe she could pretend to think about telling him in order to try to get out of here. It was worth a shot.
She huffed, “I am not telling you in the middle of a locked bathroom, Malfoy. You have my wand and are between me and the exit. Do you really think I'll tell you anything while I'm feeling this trapped?”
In answer he slowly turned, walked to the door, unlocked it and casually strolled back to her, “There. Now talk.”
Hermione bolted. She registered the shocked expression that crossed his face as she flew past him and was halfway to the door before she was wrenched backwards and slammed into the wall. The back of her head hit the wall with a thump and she closed her eyes for a few seconds, groaning. Had she really thought that was going to work?
“Nice try, Granger.”
She opened her eyes to find him mere inches in front of her, his hands on the wall either side of her head, his body leaning towards her. Well, if she hadn't felt trapped before, she sure did now. He was much too close. He wasn't touching her, at all, but she was acutely aware of his body and how it would only take a minute movement from either of them to bring their bodies into full contact.
“So,” he said, his voice low, “care to enlighten my as to why you are mad this time?”
“I thought you'd be smart enough to figure that bit out on your own,” she bit out haughtily.
She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much his proximity was rattling her right now. How she could feel his breath against her skin. How he smelled like maple syrup. He must have had the pancakes at breakfast.
“You're really this mad because I made you tell again?” he asked, his tone saying he didn't believe it.
“Yes, Malfoy, I am.”
She tried to shift sideways, hoping to be able to duck under his arm and make another break for the door, but he caught on immediately and dropped his elbow to the wall, bringing him even closer to her. She didn't know how that was possible. How could he be closer and still not be touching her? How could he be holding himself just far enough from her that her heaving chest didn't make contact with him every breath she took?
He cocked his head and smirked at her, “You're not getting out of here until we figure this out.”
“There's nothing to figure out,” she whispered, trying not to sound breathless, “I'm mad because you made me tell. End of story.”
“Hmm,” he hummed shifting so the arm that was flat against the wall bumped into her shoulder, “I don't think that's the only reason.”
“What other reason could there possibly be, Malfoy?”
Hermione felt herself getting frustrated again, she'd come here to get away from him. To be angry in peace. Why did he follow her? Just to torment her further? To trap her and make her answer him? He couldn't have followed her because he actually cared that she was upset and ignoring him. He'd said before that she was just something to play with, but he'd been nicer the last few days, so she thought maybe he'd moved past that – finally. But here she was, up against a wall again, flustered and emotional with him standing in front of her cool as a cucumber. It wasn't fair.
His hand moved, gently tucking some strands of her hair behind her ear, thoroughly startling her. His fingers lingered along her neck and she swallowed thickly. How was she supposed to get out of this? And what was he doing? This wasn't right! She brought her hands up to push him away but he finally leaned in and brought his body flush with hers, trapping her hands against his stomach.
“I think,” he murmured, “that you are really mad because you think McGonagall was implying that you couldn't handle this.”
His breath tickled her ear, sending a shiver through her. He shouldn't be allowed to let his voice drop to that soothing level. Especially when the words he spoke were the truth. But she wasn't going to let him think he was right, even if he was.
She scoffed mockingly, “And since when are you so good at reading me, Malfoy?”
“Since I started paying attention,” he whispered, his eyes boring into hers, his thumb ever so slightly grazing across her cheek.
Hermione felt her mouth fall open slightly in shock and couldn't drag her gaze away from him as his eyes dropped to her lips and stayed there for what felt like entirely too long before they returned to her own eyes. She needed to get out of this. Now! But her mind was blanking and she didn't know how!
The bathroom door opened and both their heads snapped in that direction. Two giggling Hufflepuff fifth years traipsed in, freezing in shock when they noticed them against the wall. Hermione felt her face flame as she realized just what this must look like.
“OUT!” bellowed Malfoy, making all three girls jump.
The next few moments blurred together as the girls did an about face and hightailed it out of the loo and Hermione did the only thing she could think of. In the commotion of the door slamming behind them, she wrenched her hand from between their bodies and stuck it in Malfoy's pocket, hoping he didn't put two and two together.
She could tell the exact second he knew what she had done. His whole body stiffened as she pushed the tip of her wand against his hip. Slowly he turned back to her, his eyes dangerously calm.
“Move,” she muttered, her face still bright red from mortification. She knew what those girls would assume they had been doing. What it looked like they had been doing. If that got back to Ginny and Luna or – oh god – if it got to Ron and Harry. She felt like she had betrayed them! Even though it was Malfoy who had trapped her here, Malfoy who had pressed himself against her. She should have tried harder to stop him.
“Granger -” he began, his voice unnervingly calm.
“Back off, Malfoy.”
Something in her voice must have made him realize she was serious, because he finally took a step away from her.
Without a backward glance Hermione fled the bathroom and made her way back to class. She didn't feel like going back to class, but the thought of skipping for the rest of the period was unimaginable to her. Only a few people looked up when she entered, but none of them seemed to notice anything out of place – thank god. Taking her seat she looked around the room, everyone was busy copying notes from the board, so she pulled some parchment from her bag and started doing the same.
She felt more than saw Malfoy when he returned several minutes later. A shimmery form moved into position next to her and he swam into focus as he pulled his chair in quietly. If she hadn't been waiting for him, wondering if he was coming back to class, she might have never noticed his arrival.
Hermione almost jumped up when she felt something drag across her knees and bit her tongue to prevent herself from yelling at him again. Hastily she looked down and his arm retracted, leaving dark material draped across her lap.
He leaned towards her slightly as he started writing his own notes and whispered, “You forgot your robe.”
She swallowed the scream she wanted to unleash. She would have to end the streak Ginny thought she was on, because – dear Merlin – did she want to murder him right now.
---***---
“You go on ahead, Ginny. I'll catch up.”
“Why? What're you doing?”
“There's just a couple of fifth years I need to find. You know, Head Girl stuff.”
Granger and Weasley were a few paces in front of Draco, so he hadn't had trouble over hearing parts of their conversation as they walked, but this was the first part that had made him actually pay attention. Surely, Granger didn't mean the girls who had walked in on them in the bathroom. He'd already taken care of that.
The red head shrugged and waved at her friend, “Sure, I'll save you a seat at our bench in the greenhouse.”
“Thanks, Gin. See you soon.”
The two girls parted ways at the next corridor. Draco paused for only a second before following Granger. She didn't know that he'd already found those two specific Hufflepuffs, and if that was who she meant to find she would just make the situation worse again.
Keeping a few paces back from her, Draco marvelled at how focused Granger was on the people in the corridor ahead of them. She had no idea he was following her at all. Clearly, she really wanted to find those girls. Scanning the hallway ahead of her he spotted a small doorway that he knew led to a tiny secluded passage between this corridor and the next.
The few students left in the hallway started trickling into classrooms and Draco knew he had to time this perfectly. He took one last glance behind him before he pounced.
Granger let out an undignified squeak as he grabbed her arm and yanked her through the door.
Furious brown eyes met his as he closed the door with one hand, a soft click echoing down the stone passage way. His other hand was still holding onto Granger's arm tightly, which was a good thing, since she shoved him as hard as she could and he stumbled backwards into the wall, unintentionally pulling her with him so that she collided with his chest.
“Malfoy,” she hissed through clenched teeth, “what are you-”
“Shhh,” his palm quickly covered her mouth cutting off the rest of her words as footsteps passed on the other side of the door.
He knew she heard them too, because she stayed silent and her eyes flicked to the door handle before returning to glare at him.
As the footsteps faded Draco took a few seconds to evaluate their position. The cool stone pressed into his back, a stark contrast to the warmth of Granger's body pushed up against his. He could feel her breasts against his chest, rubbing gently with every heaving breath she took. Her pulse, oddly enough, he could feel racing under his thumb on the hand that was still wrapped tightly around her arm. Her own fingers were splayed on his shoulders where she'd pushed him and her warm breath tickled his palm.
He wasn't even mad that she had pushed him. He couldn't have planned this interaction better if he'd tried. Draco couldn't help the smirk that crossed his features, at which her eyes glinted dangerously and she pulled back. Letting her go only as far as she needed to be able to talk, he let his hand fall to her other elbow, keeping her locked against him.
“What on earth are you playing at, Malfoy?”
“I'm stopping you from making a situation worse.”
“What?” she shot back, furrowing her brow, “What does that even mean?”
“It means, Granger,” he said, shifting slightly against the wall to get a bit comfier, noting how her throat bobbed as she swallowed, “that I over heard you saying you were going to find some fifth years. I assume you mean the ones that walked into the bathroom while we were there? Because I know, for a fact, there is no Head's business you need to find any fifth year for.”
“Oh, so now you're eavesdropping on me too? It's none of your damned business why I was going to find them. Besides even if I was, that doesn't give you the right to manhandle me like this!”
Draco chuckled, “I'm manhandling you? You're the one who pushed me against the wall this time.”
He watched her eyes widen and shoot down to the distinct lack of space between their bodies, as they rose back to his face there was a hint of panic in them and he knew what was coming.
As he predicted she tried to push off him again and this time he let her, but followed her off the wall, only leaving a hairs breadth between them. A small gasp escaped her as she hit the opposite wall softly and he leaned into her, trapping her there. Draco caught movement out of the corner of his eye and grabbed her hand just as it was about to enter her pocket for her wand. Pinning her wrists to the wall either side of her shoulders, he grinned down at her.
“We have got to stop meeting like this, Granger.”
“Ughhh, you are impossible!” she spit, struggling to get free. “Let me go, Malfoy!”
“Not a chance.”
“Malfoy -” she started warningly.
“Not happening, Granger,” he retorted, “Not when I know the two things you are going to do.”
Granger closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly before she looked at him again, “And what, pray tell, do you think I am going to do?”
“Well, for starters, I'm pretty sure you want to hex me right now.”
She scoffed, “You got that right.”
“And secondly, you would still be bound and determined to find those girls, despite the fact that it would make things worse.”
“How could it possibly make things worse?” she said, trying to tug her wrists out of his grip. “You know as well as I do what they will think we were doing.”
He shrugged, “Maybe I don't care what they think.”
Her voice rose to a panicked level, “Well, I do Malfoy! I'm with Ron, I love him, and I would never do something like that to him! If those girls tell anyone what they thought they saw!”
“Okay, okay, fine,” he sighed, “I know you care, which is why I can't let you go talk to them.”
“That makes no sense at all. Why can't I?” she said, still tugging at her wrists.
Draco shifted uneasily, “Because you'll make it worse.”
“You've already said that, Malfoy,” she said through grit teeth, clearly loosing patience again, “How will it make it worse?”
Groaning he closed his eyes for a second, “Because they don't remember what happened.”
Granger sucked in a breath sharply, “Why don't they remember, Malfoy?”
“Because -” Draco hesitated, feeling a little intimidated by the fierce look in her eyes. He knew she would care, which is why he'd done what he did, but he also knew she wouldn't be happy about it. But she wouldn't stop looking for them unless he told her why she shouldn't, so taking a breath bracingly he continued, “because, I found them before coming back to class and oblivated them.”
Silence stretched between them and she stopped trying to tug her hands free. Her whole body stilled and Draco braced himself for the onslaught he knew was coming.
“You. Did. What?”
“Don't give me that look,” he hissed, suddenly annoyed at the 'holier-than-thou” look of disbelief she was shooting him. He had done it for her! “What was I supposed to do, Granger? You were clearly devastated by what you assumed they would assume. I was trying to help! I was trying to fix it!”
“And you thought obliviating them was the answer?” she said angrily, “Malfoy, you are head boy! You can't just obliviate students! Even if you weren't head boy, that is not okay!”
Draco shrugged, “No one is going to find out.”
She jerked her hands furiously, “How do you know that?”
Tightening his grip on her wrists he caught her wince of pain, but ignored it as he spoke coolly, “Because the only people there were the four of us. They can't remember anything and I'm not going to tell anyone. Are you?”
“I -” she paused, worrying her lip between her teeth, “I should.”
Draco's heart rate picked up slightly, he hadn't thought she would ever consider telling on him. His brain worked furiously, the calm mask he'd schooled his features into not giving away the edge of panic he was feeling. He couldn't have her telling, that would ruin the completion of his schooling, something his father was adamant he needed to do. And if he were expelled he would loose all his chances at ruining her life, all his chances of finally having her succumb to him and being able to flaunt that in Potter and Weasley's faces.
He carefully chose his next words and spoke as calmly as he could, “That would be a very bad idea for you, Granger.”
Her eyes darted around his face nervously, but she didn't say anything.
Draco smirked, clearly the ice in his voice was giving her pause. “Think about it. If you told anyone what I did, you would need to explain why I did it. Which would mean admitting to the rather compromised position you were in – rather like this one right now -”, he shifted his hips ever so slightly against her and almost let his guard drop completely when she gasped softly, her pert lips parting slightly. Doggedly he ignored the way his heart rate jumped – for an entirely different reason than before – and ploughed on. “And you wouldn't want that getting around school, would you? What if the Weaslette told her brother? Or Potter? What would they think of you then?”
Colour started to stain her cheeks and her gaze darted briefly towards the door. “You're such a bastard, Malfoy,” she said breathlessly, not sounding very angry anymore.
She sounded so defeated, and he loved it. He smirked cruelly at her, “I know. But I did it for you. Don't forget that.”
Granger offered no reply, she just closed her eyes and exhaled, leaning her head back on the wall. Draco would have paid good money to know what was going on in her head right now. It wasn't like her to just give up like this.
He leaned in close to her ear and felt her twitch as he whispered,, “So, are you going to tell on me?”
“No,” she shook her head dejectedly, eyes still closed.
“Good. See you in class, Granger.”
**--**
Hermione waited until she heard the click of the door closing before she opened her eyes again. He was really gone. She drew in a ragged breath and sank down the wall, eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to keep it together. What the hell had that been?
She was upset with him still. Still in disbelief that he had actually obliviated another student. Upset that he was right, if she told on him she would need to explain more than she was willing to. But that wasn't what she was the most upset about. No, her brain was struggling with a more pressing problem.
Her mind flashed back to the very specific moment he had ground his hips into her. It was the slightest of movements, but it had been very intentional on his part, and it had caused a jolt of tingling lightening to shoot straight to her core. She hadn't been able to stop the gasp from passing her lips and she knew he'd heard it. Knew he'd enjoyed her reaction. There had been the smallest flicker of triumph in his eyes, but it was enough to tell her he knew he had rattled her. Knew he had won this round.
And the sensation she'd felt had cemented another fact into her brain. One that after a reaction like that she couldn't argue her way out of. She was attracted to him. And she hated that fact. It couldn't be true. It shouldn't be true. She loved and was attracted to Ron. One fierce spark that travelled from Malfoy's hips to hers meant nothing. Even if there had never been a reaction like that with Ron. It was because he wasn't as forward as Malfoy. Because he was awkward and lovable and not good at flirting. That was part of what was so endearing about him. Their love didn't need fires like that, it had grown gradually into something beautiful.
Tears prickled her eyes and she pressed the palms of her hands into her tummy, willing the memory to leave her. Why was her brain replaying that moment? She couldn't be attracted to Malfoy. It just wasn't right. He was an ass hole. Sure he had a nice body and was handsome and fit, but that meant nothing to her. She valued kindness and cleverness far more.
That was it! Her body was just reacting to his. It had to be that. It was just an involuntary, physical reaction because he was good looking. Just because she thought someone was good looking didn't mean she wanted to be with them, or was interested in anything to do with them what so ever. And she could ignore something that was a purely physical response. She valued an intellectual connection far more than a physical one.
Her mind somewhat settled from her mental free fall, she looked at her watch. Hermione inhaled sharply. That couldn't be the time! How long had she sat here wallowing? She double checked that it was still ticking. It was. She was so late for herbology she may as well not even show up. The class would be cleaning up whatever they were working on and about to head to their next lesson.
Pushing herself off the floor she hurried from the corridor, making her way to the bathroom to clean herself up before Potions.
**--**
Draco barely made it to class on time. Professor Sprout was gesturing the class to a corner of the green house where a table of small tree seedlings was set up. He caught Ginny Weasley's gaze and smirked as she looked past him to the door. No doubt wondering where Granger was. Professor Sprout had started talking though, so he tuned out the glare he was now getting from the red head and focused on the saplings the Professor was indicating.
“These are just baby Mordaci Distrinxi Ligno's so they don't have their teeth yet. Worst they'll be able to do right now is try to gum you. These saplings are the seeds you planted last year during our lessons on flesh eating trees.” She waved her hand at a particularly eager seedling that was leaning towards her, leaves fluttering as it gnashed several toothless mouths at her fingers.
“Mooncalf dung can be found over against the far wall, new pots and soil are stacked on each workbench. Today we will be re-potting and fertilizing them. I'll demonstrate the best way to do it, you want to be careful not to disrupt their roots too much.”
As Professor Sprout started showing them how to re-pot the trees Draco glanced around. Granger still hadn't come in. It wasn't like her to be this late for class. Turning to look in Weasley's direction he noticed that she had not stopped glaring at him.
“Alright everyone, feel free to work in pairs, off you go.”
The red head turned quickly and started whispering angrily to the Lovegood girl, who glanced in his direction. Draco rolled his eyes and marched over to a bench near the wall with the mooncalf dung. He grabbed a tub of it and set it near the edge of his table.
He was just reaching for a pot when someone rather forcefully set a tray of Mordaci seedlings down on his bench. Red hair swung into view and he was met with an icy pair of blue eyes.
“Where is she, Malfoy?”
“This is my workbench, Red, in case you hadn't noticed,” he stated testily.
“We're partnering today,” she replied simply, reaching for her own pot.
Draco's eyebrows shot up, “Oh, are we?”
Weasley was aggressively tossing dirt into the red clay pot. “Drop the act,” she hissed, “where's Hermione?”
Draco's mind worked furiously. Maybe he could use this to his advantage. He moved the tub of dung he'd brought to the middle of the table so she could reach it too. “Haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.”
“Don't play dumb with me, Malfoy. I know you two had head stuff to do right before class.”
And there it was! The perfect way to sow a seed of doubt into the red head's mind. A way to wedge the smallest of gaps in their friendship.
He smiled coolly, as she continued to fill her pot with soil, “You really are adding too much dirt. It's supposed to be half dirt and half manure.”
She threw him a death glare, “Don't tell me what to do.” But she had finally paused her work.
Then to Draco's great amusement she dumped half her pot back into the dirt pile and started adding mooncalf dung.
“As to the head stuff,” he started calmly, carefully pulling the first seedling out of it's tiny tray, avoiding the open mouths, “we didn't have anything we needed to do before class.”
“Maybe you just forgot,” she said.
“No,” he shook his head, “the next thing we have as heads is helping with our Magical Construction and Protection class after Potions, and we've already prepared for that. We did that the night we had our seventh year class.”
Weasley was starting to look less mad and more concerned, “But she said she had to find some fifth years...”
“Well, I don't know what to tell you, Red,” he said, moving on to the next sapling. “Whatever she had to go do, it wasn't head stuff. The class with the fifth years isn't until tomorrow, today's is the sixth years. Patrol planning involved the fifth year prefects, but we finished that weeks ago.”
Narrowing her eyes at him, her hands stilled and she asked, “Why were you late then?”
“Just now?”
She nodded.
He shrugged, “Bathroom. And I wasn't really late, I got here just before the lesson started.”
Weasley didn't say anything for a while after that, she kept re-potting trees in a rather aggressive manner though, so Draco guessed she was still upset.
After half the class had passed Draco found himself checking the door every few minutes for Granger. Where was she? It really wasn't like her to miss class. He began to worry that maybe she had decided to tell on him after all.
Another 20 minutes crept by before he turned to his silently fuming bench partner, “Not like her to miss class, is it?”
Blue eyes narrowed at him, “No, it's not.”
“Well, you're her best friend, aren't you?” he said haughtily, “If anyone knows where she is shouldn't it be you?”
The red head slammed her half full pot down on the table, drawing a few eyes from the surrounding students. “If I knew where she was, do you really think I would come over here and ask you?” she hissed under her breath.
Draco opened his mouth to reply but Weasley angrily shoved the last sapling into his chest, forcing him to grab it so it didn't fall to the floor. One of its toothless mouths latched onto his knuckles and begin gumming him gently.
“I'll give you a hint, I wouldn't! I don't know where she is, or why she missed class, but if I find out it had anything to do with you... I swear to Merlin, I will hex you! She has been through so much this year – we all have – so she doesn't need you causing her any trouble. If she complains that you so much as gave her a headache, Malfoy, I will hunt you down!”
And with that she spun on her heels and marched away, leaving him standing there, staring after her, with drool running down his fingers as the Mordaci continued to suck hungrily on his knuckles.
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