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Dance with the One that Brought You	By : KatDiva Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 43176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 18: CONFOUNDED

Draco held Hermione tightly as their kiss deepened. All thoughts had emptied from his mind, and the only thing he knew at this moment in time was how she tasted, how she felt in his arms, and how warm it all felt . This was like no other kiss he had shared with Pansy, Melanie or any of the other girls with whom he recently had been experimenting. This felt so pure and free from any sort of ulterior motive. He hadn’t planned this; it had just happened. One minute they were dancing and the next he found himself sitting on the floor, holding her, needing her.

Neither one of them had heard the footsteps that pounded the cold stone floor. Draco should have been aware of the other presence, and would have been at any other time, had he not been totally wrapped up in the mind-blowing, blissful kiss.

“Confundus!” yelled the dark Slytherin.

Hermione shook momentarily in Draco’s arms, her mouth gasping softly at the impact of the charm as it hit her. She was completely dazed. She stopped kissing immediately, her mouth going slack, and her eyes were glazed over. Draco instantly realized the difference in her, and held her instinctively to his chest as he reached for his own wand.

He froze when he saw his best friend standing there before him, panting with apparent effort. Blaise lowered his wand, and leaned both hands onto his knees while he bent down to catch his breath.

“Blaise, you plonker! What have you done? What in Merlin’s name have you done?”

The tall, dark Italian sought control over his breathing, and inhaled deeply before he explained. “I’m too late, aren’t I?” he questioned. “I can see I’m too late.”

Hermione began to slightly struggle in Draco’s arms, pushing herself away from his embrace. She shook her head, as if to try and clear the muddled fog. She couldn’t yet speak, trying to grasp her surroundings. She looked up at Draco, questioningly, as if she didn’t recognize him. He immediately felt a wave of anger sweep over him, because her eyes no longer reflected the intensity that they had held only moments before. She was no longer a willing, contributing recepient of the best kiss he had ever shared. She looked lost. It appeared as if she couldn’t yet hear, because she hadn’t acknowledged the other Slytherin.

“Zabini, you wank biscuit!” Draco seethed. “You have exactly one minute to tell me what the hell you’ve done, before I blast you into another dimension.”

“It’s the potion, Draco. It’s a side effect. We didn’t test it enough. I’m sorry. But you should really have been more careful before giving it to her.”

“What? What piffle are you muttering about? What side effect?”

The dark Slytherin stood and placed his wand in his back pocket. He ran his free hand through his black hair.

“We should have tested it more, this is your fault!” he repeated.

“Explain!” bellowed Draco.

“I thought it would be entertaining to see Millicent get a bit friendlier with Goyle, if you get my drift. Well, how did I know that the damnable potion has a side effect! Next thing I know, Goyle and Bulstrode are snogging in the common room for the entire house to see!”

Draco felt Hermione try to stand as she extricated herself from his arms. He quickly extended a hand out to her to help her to her feet. He held her hand as she looked bewilderedly around the room.

“What are you saying, Blaise?” Draco whispered.

“Think about it, mate! When in this lifetime would Gregory ever touch Bulstrode willingly? The potion temporarily enamoured him!”

Draco felt Hermione pull her hand from his grasp, and he didn’t stop her.

She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes.

He strode quickly next to his Potion’s partner and put his arm around his shoulders. “Are you telling me that I’m experiencing a side effect as well?”

“Gods man, do you even have to ask? Or have pigs started to fly over Hogwarts? Because I am pretty sure that my best mate would never willingly snog a Gryffindor! And especially not that one! She a mud...”

He was instantly interrupted when Draco clamped his hand over his mouth tightly, fingers digging into the taller boy’s cheeks.

“Don’t,” threatened Draco. “Don’t call her that!”

Blaise’s eyes widened and he shook his head in protest. He grasped Draco’s wrist and pulled the offending hand away.

“There! Don’t you see! There’s the proof right there!”

“Malfoy?” Hermione looked at him completely confounded. “What’s happened?”

The blond boy glared at Blaise, and held up a threatening index finger. Their conversation would have to be temporarily delayed.

“Nothing’s happened, Granger. We were just about to start dance practice.”

“Start? I don’t understand. Why is Zabini here?”

The intruding Slytherin lifted his chin in his only response, and placed his hands into his pockets. He would let Draco handle this. This was his idea from the start!

Draco had to think quickly, a talent that had become an artform for him. He had no difficulty whatsoever when it came to concocting stories or twisting truths.

“Granger, you’re looking more peaked than usual. Are you ill?”

“I... I don’t know,” she responded truthfully.

He watched her struggle with her attempts at trying to remember, her eyebrows furrowing, her mouth opening and then closing again without speaking.

“You must be ill, Granger. Zabini got here five minutes ago.”

“How long have we been here?” she asked, still confused.

Draco looked at her. He noticed her lips first, how full they appeared, freshly kissed. He noticed how her hair had fallen loose. She began twisting it together and wrapped it around in a makeshift bun. If he were any kind of decent being, he would tell her the truth. He would walk up to her and attempt to hold her while she struggled with her memory. He would try and reassure and comfort her. If he was any sort of decent being.

“We should call it a day, Granger. You’re obviously not well, and I would hate for you to sick up on me.”

She tilted her head when she looked at him. Hermione saw a flashback of Draco holding her, leaning forward to kiss her.

“No,” she mumbled. She resisted the strange thought that forced itself upon her. Where did that come from?

“No? Come, Granger, I know I’m irresistable, but truly, you do look unwell. I think we had better stop now.”

He felt a surge of self-loathing rise up in his throat like bile. Could that kiss, that dance, that embrace, could it all have been a result from a silly potion? Was it as Blaise had said, an ironic side effect that had him charmed? How else could he explain or rationalize the events that had unfolded?

Then again, he knew he had wanted to snog her. He had wanted it since the night he had damned himself by kissing her as Krum. Maybe even before then! He couldn’t get her out of his system. That’s what this was, it must be a mixture of the potion as well as his own healthy lust for her. But he had felt lust before, and it never felt like this!

“We didn’t dance yet? We didn’t do... anything?” She paused and began to nibble on her own lower lip.

“Do you want Zabini to walk you to hospital wing?” he asked. She noticed how he had almost seemed to be concerned. This was even more confusing. Since when was Draco Malfoy nice to her?

She shook her head and took a few nervous steps toward the door. Draco nodded at Blaise, silently instructing him.

“Follow her. Make sure she gets to Gryffindor tower safely and doesn’t wander into the lake,” Draco whispered.

Hermione looked over her shoulder, a last attempt to try and reconcile her thoughts with her feelings. She felt so baffled. Why did she almost remember dancing in his arms? Why could she almost feel him holding her, smiling down at her? It wasn’t possible. She must be ill. Perhaps she had eaten something at breakfast this morning that had made her sick. What on earth had gotten into her?

The last thing she could clearly recall was Harry and Viktor fighting. She remembered kissing Viktor. Yet it disturbed her, because just as clearly she thought she had kissed Draco Malfoy as well. She was definitely in need of a good lay down.

“You ok then, Granger?” Blaise inquired. Poor mudblood, this wasn’t her fault. He almost felt guilty. Almost. It wasn’t his half-cocked plan, after all.

They headed out together and Draco lowered himself on to the floor, feeling weak in the knees. He sprawled flat out, putting his arm over his eyes, trying to force out the memory that assailed him.

It wasn’t unpleasant. It wasn’t disgusting. It didn’t even repulse him the way it should. The thoughts of what they had just shared should have upset him, but instead he felt a deeply intense gnawing of guilt. Damnable potion! What wretched irony! Worse still was the realization that Hermione had been under it’s influence when she kissed him. She must have been, otherwise she would have never have willingly opened up to him the way she had. The look on her face was so trusting, so inviting.

“Bloody hell!” he groaned. Everything had backfired.

The music must have stopped ages ago, but he couldn’t recall when. There were only a few things he knew for certain. He had screwed up. He somehow had inadvertantly entangled himself in a web of deceit, and instead of feeling victorious, he felt like a bastard.

He also knew that Hermione Granger would never forgive him if she discovered what he had done. Even if she was an overly caring bint at times, he reckoned that if she wanted to, she could hex him into obilivion. There wasn’t a student in Hogwarts that knew more charms, spells and hexes than her.

Oddly enough, he really didn’t care about that. What concerned Draco Malfoy was the fact that he had deceived her her twice now. He had tricked her into kissing him. Under false pretenses he had seduced her.

“BUGGER!” he yelled at no one in particular. Removing his arm from his eyes, he stared up into the magicked ceiling. It appeared as if it was snowing indoors.

He hadn’t been hit by the Confundus charm, but he was positively bewildered at what he should do now.

The curious thing is that he liked dancing with her. He especially enjoyed kissing her. There was a part of him that knew he couldn’t conjure up those intense feelings from a potion. No side effect would make him feel the way he still felt, long after he was out of the potion’s reach.

This was only supposed to be a prank. It was intended as a lark.

So why did he feel as if he had just screwed himself?

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Hermione was sitting on the large deep red sofa in the Gryffindor common room when Harry found her.

“Shall we finish up the Potions report now that we have the salve done then?” Harry asked her.

Hermione shrugged, and stared into the warm flames of the fire. She felt frustrated and somehow detached as Harry spoke. She still couldn’t get the image of a smiling Draco Malfoy out of her mind. No matter how hard she tried, she kept thinking about him.

“Hermione, you’ve been off since dance practice. I’ve already apologized. Are you still upset with me?”

She looked at him for the first time since he sat next to her and frowned.

“I do feel off, Harry. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“I’ll finish up the report by myself. You go up and get some rest.”

She shook her head emphatically. She had never shirked her homework assignments. She would work together with him and finish what they had started.

“We’ve done the most difficult part, Harry. Let’s just finish the conclusion and ingredients section.”

Harry nodded at her and opened his book bag and began pulling out his feather quill, ink and composition scroll.

“Speaking of ingredients,” Harry added, “Snape nearly accosted me in his potions cupboard today. He accused me of stealing Wolfbane to make more Polyjuice Potion. He’s gone paranoid now! He even threatened me with Veritaserum. Completely bonkers.”

“I hope you didn’t do anything irrational, Harry!”

“Me? I’d say he’s off his chump for randomly accusing me of every strange mishap he encounters!”

“Still, we don’t want to set him off right before our assignment is due,” she warned.

“This is Snape we’re talking about. The man’s more of a nutjob than Moody!”

They worked for two hours before Hermione was satisfied with the results of the report. Harry scurried off to bed at the mention of his egg. He knew Hermione would go on for at least another hour of lecturing him to solve the mystery clue if he let her.

The next morning they both felt very proud to hand in their report and the salve that they had worked on together. They had actually used Harry’s accidental wounds from the Sphinx as part of the lab experience.

When Professor Snape perused Draco and Blaise’s report he cocked an eyebrow.

“Perhaps the two of you can stay after class a few minutes,” he suggested.

The willowy professor went from table to table collecting potions and salves, giving cursory comments as his eyes scanned each report.

“Disappointing.”

“Desperate attempt.”

“Marginal at best.”

“Hopeless.”

When he stood in front of Harry and Hermione his lip curled. “I tremble with anticipation of what a Triwizard Champion has concocted. Hopefully something more creative than I’ve seen thus far.”

After glancing over the ingredients written on composition scroll, he cleared his throat.

“You two will stay after class as well,” he instructed.

As the other students began filing out of the classroom, Harry and Hermione gathered their things together. Professor Snape waited until the last student left before folding his arms, looking down on the golden duo.

“Do you mind telling me where you obtained Nirvae for your salve?”

Hermione looked at Harry, unsure at what she should say. It hadn’t occurred to her that they had gone into the Forbidden Forest unaccompanied and without permission. They had even written about Harry’s accidental wounds, and couldn’t lie about it now.

Harry did not hesitate. “We got it from the colony, Professor.”

“Do I even have to tell you how many rules you must have broken in order to get to the colony, Mr. Potter? Your blatant disregard for authority never ceases to disgust me. Fifty points from Gryffindor! I will be speaking to your head of house this afternoon!”

Hermione looked as if she were going to say something in retort, but Professor Snape cocked an eyebrow to her as a challenge. She knew from three years experience that it would do no good to argue with the Potions Master.

Harry turned aburptly, picked up his belongings and stormed from the room. Hermione was attempting to place her books neatly in an organized manner in her messenger bag when the professor turned to his next victims.

“Shall I tell you once again what the assignment was, Mr. Zabini and Mr. Malfoy?”

Draco shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged.

“We made a healing potion, just as you asked.”

He began to fidget nervously since Hermione was still in the room. He didn’t want her overhearing this conversation.

”Mr. Malfoy, with the list of ingredients, do you mind telling me exactly what type of healing potion this is supposed to be?”

Blaise cleared his throat and pointed his head at Hermione, then nudged Draco with his elbow. He couldn’t have been any more obvious and any less Slytherin.

Hermione began her walk up towards the door when she heard Draco lower his voice.

“It’s sort of a massage potion.”

She rolled her eyes as she continued her trek out the door, without hearing the remainder of the conversation.

She got to the fourth step of dungeon before she decided to turn around and wait for Draco and Blaise outside of the Potions classroom. She wanted to ask them once again about the previous day’s events.

When she got closer to the door she heard Professor Snape’s voice rise.

“Erotic Massage Potions are not used for healing! These ingredients you used conjour the most base of all instincts: Lust. You lads will do well to remember that unlike your fathers, I am not proud of this boneheaded, immature, hormonal-driven attempt at a healing potion! You will keep this in mind for future assignments.”

She heard muffled responses from both Slytherin boys but Hermione was too startled to move.

The Potions Master voice rose clearly from the room. “Do I even want to read your lab work on how this was experimented?”

She heard the boys chuckling when she clamped her own hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. The rest of the conversation was drowned out by the buzzing sound in her ears. She felt nauseous. The sound of her footsteps racing up the stone stairs was all that Draco heard as they left the classroom.

A/N: Consider this your New Year's gift! I've been down with the flu for over a week, and still trying to shake the tail end of it. However, the fun for Hermione is right around the corner! I want to thank all those that take the time to review. Your insight helps me tweak things in future chapters, so keep it coming!

To those that go the extra step of hunting me down on LJ and Myspace, loads of hugs to you! I appreciate your input tremendously. Special thanks for Lisa, Renee and Karen for their beta help on the 'clean' chapters! HAUOLI MAKAHIKI HOU!
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