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Dont Panic	By : pepperdoc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3560 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione stumbled slightly when the room finally steadied. "I hate doing that in heels," She said as she reached out to steady herself on something with her eyes closed.

"I can only imagine," Draco drawled.

She frowned; she could feel his voice in her hand. Her eyes popped open and she looked at her hand. Hermione took her hand off his chest, while muttering, "Sorry, Draco."

He smiled slightly, "Quite alright, Granger. What would you like to eat? I can have anything made. Have a seat."

Hermione consulted her stomach as she sat in luxurious armchair, "I think I would like... Mmmm... I can't decide, Pizza? Hamburgers? Sheppard’s pie?" She laughed at herself.

"Well, now. That's a mighty list. Stamen!" He clapped his hands and an elf appeared.

"Yes, Master?" He asked bowing to Draco.

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes, "I am not Lucius, Stamen, and you do not have to bow to me or call me master."

"Yes, Master." Stamen said, rising slightly.

"We would like to eat. Have the other elves start on supper for us. Make sure that in addition to the normal feast there is also pizza, hamburgers, and Sheppard's pie, for my guest."

The elf snuck a glance at Hermione, "Yes Master. Will Master and Mistress be changing or would you like the feast immediately?"

"Have the feast ready in thirty minutes."

"Yes Master," The elf bowed, and then disappeared.

Hermione was thinking of how she could change her suit to be an evening dress, when Draco looked at her, "Let me give you the grand tour, Granger."

"Are we changing?"

"There is a clever spell set in the dining room which instantly changes your clothing into formal wear. I hate it, but it serves its purposes nicely - especially when you want the elves to have a calmer mindset while making dinner. They're aging a bit, and the stress makes them a little clumsy," He stood. "They are still so trained from my parents they expect to be beaten if anything is wrong," He rolled his eyes and offered his hand to help her up.

She found that she did need help up from the soft chair which he seemed to have sunk into, "That's exactly the attitude I tried so hard to change. Do you remember?" She asked while grasping his strong and slightly callused hand. She absently thought that she had never touched him so much and it was doing crazy things to her body.

"Yes, I remember... Though, it’s not what changed my mind on the whole thing," He admitted.

She paused next to him and looked up, "No? Then what did?"

Gray eyes studied her upturned face, "My father. After they were... gone, the elves cringed at every noise, covered themselves whenever they came into a room. They were terrified that he would come back and beat all of them for having kept me alive while I was in the dungeon. Some still do. I've explained to all of them that he was never coming back, and yet they still continue, it's very sad."

She was too close to him. She felt as though she would die if she didn't step back or kiss him. She stepped back. "That is very sad Draco," She looked around her. "You must have a lot, to keep this place clean." That seemed safe enough of a comment.

He stepped around her, "Yes I do. Let's have a look around," He invited, holding out his arm to her.

She hesitated for a millisecond, then took his arm thinking to herself 'Don't be silly girl! It's just his arm! If you ever did see him naked or even without a shirt on your chicken self would probably pass out from excitement! Courage! It IS a quality you possess!'

The tour took a little longer than half an hour, but he showed her many of the rooms and his study. Things she had never seen at any of the parties she had been invited to for the several charities that he supported. He always invited her, even when they weren't particularly close acquaintances. She thought about it while he was showing her around. She was also wondering what he meant by saying she was a 'sometimes friend.' She would ask him at dinner she decided in his study. The walls of his study were covered in books.

As she looked at some of the titles, her stomach growled again. She glanced at him, sheepishly.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, and then said, "Supper should be ready, if you are."

As soon as they crossed the threshold of the most beautiful dining room she had ever seen, both of their clothes glowed a fiery red. Hermione looked at Draco to see him dressed in a suit the same color as the clothes he’d been wearing. His tie was the same green with silver threads as his house colors. She followed his gaze to her own body and say she was wearing a ball gown of the same midnight blue color as the suit she had been wearing at work. It scooped low on her back and framed her breasts perfectly. The puffy sleeves which hung off her shoulders had gold colored threads through the nearly see-through material. Even her hair was pulled up differently than the messy bun she had it in before stepping into the room.

She grinned and looked back at him, “That is an amazing spell!”

His eyes seemed a little darker, his voice was a little husky when he looked back at her and said, “Indeed it is.” He cleared his throat and looked at the table- which was empty. “Hmm... Stamen!” He clapped his hands again.

The elf appeared at his feet and started kissing Draco’s shoes, “I am so sorry Master,” He said over and over again.

Draco leaned down and pulled the elf to his feet. He brushed off the dirt on the front of the elf’s clothing, and asked, “What’s the problem, Stamen? Is there something wrong in the kitchen?”

“Yes Master, we do not know what hamburgers are. We’ve looked everywhere in our books for a picture or a recipe and cannot find what it is…”

Draco laughed, “Oh Stamen, don’t worry about it, is everything else ready?”

“Yes, Master,” Stamen said, looking up at Draco worshipfully with tears in his large eyes.

“I will show you hamburgers tomorrow, Stamen, bring out the food, we are very hungry,” Draco said, then kneeled down again to look at the still worried elf in the face. “Stamen, do not worry any more, I will show you all hamburgers and you will all enjoy at least one. Then the next time Miss Hermione comes, you can show her what a great cook you are!”

The elf grinned broadly, “I will greatly enjoy showing the beautiful Miss Hermione hamburgers as soon as I know how to make them!” The elf took Hermione’s hand and kissed the air just above it. “The food will be out in just a moment Mistress and Master!” And with that he disappeared.

Draco looked up at her from where he was still kneeling, “He always has been my favorite.”

“I can certainly see why, Draco,” She said softly, thinking how wonderful of a person he had been since Voldemort’s demise.

There was a soft Fooft to their right, and they both looked to see that the food was covering the table.

“Let’s eat!” Draco said smiling and standing up.

They sat down at the table in front of them, both of them grabbing for a slice of gooey pizza directly in front of them, and laughing at each other. They ate greedily, not talking much. Hermione considered that the silence was comfortable and how much she liked his new persona. Her mind flitted to the picture which had started this whole obsession of hers and felt her stomach clench slightly. She snuck a glance at him and remembered the muscles she had seen in the picture, now covered by an elegantly tailored suit. She bit her lip to stop a low moan from escaping her throat.

Draco glanced up at her and raised an eyebrow at her, “What, Hermione? Do I have something on my face?” He smirked.

She blushed a little and looked away, “No, I was just wondering something…”

He put down the fork in his hand and turned to face a little more towards her, with a concerned look on his face, “Do tell Granger,” he said unenthusiastically.

She thought briefly that his body language was so different from his voice, then asked, “Why did you say earlier that I was a sometimes friend?”

“Well now, that worked better than I’d expected. Let’s retire to the sitting room, and I will explain over a drink,” He stood, and offered her a hand.

Hermione stared at him for a full second, irritation written all over her face then took his hand and stood. He led the way to the same room where they’d arrived, as soon as they left the dining room, their clothes glowed silver and changed back to their normal appearance. He waved his wand at a bookcase in the corner of the room as she chose a chair to sit in. “Do you have a preference, Granger? Or shall I choose for you?” He asked.

“Choose for me,” she said with a wave of her hand, “I’m so full I don’t know if I could make a coherent thought.”

He chuckled and dropped ice into a glass, “You were doing fantastic, I thought, in the dining room.”

She looked at him sharply, and then said, “What, my two sentences?”

He looked up at her, and told her, “They were most certainly coherent sentences.”

She laughed, “They were at that. However I did not have any answer to my question.”

He sauntered over with a drink in either hand and told her, “I said you were a sometimes friend to see how you would respond, how long you would think about it, to point out to you that lately you have been staring at me but no longer talking much to me.” He handed her one of the drinks which looked like a mixed drink of some kind. He sat across from her and continued, “You even missed a party last week, which you have never done since my parents have been incarcerated. I know I have not offended you in any way lately, because you were happy to come have dinner, and not very hesitant to tour the manor. So this brings us to my question to you, why have you been avoiding me for the past few weeks?”

She stared at him. Gods, he was so smart! I hate being cornered! Bloody hell, I have no choices but to continue the lie or tell him the truth! She wrestled with the decision and found there was a way to hesitate for a second, “Why has it bothered you so much? You have a billion people waiting to spend even a moment with you, why should one sometimes friend bother you so much?”

He smirked, “Hesitation is ever a fault, Hermione. However I will answer if only to give you a moment to collect your thoughts. It bothers me because I very much enjoy spending time with you. Those billions of people are not interesting to me. I allow them to think I am their friend or that they are remotely important to me so that they continue to give to the charities that I throw parties for. Perhaps it is not the most honorable way to have money given to things I care about, but it is my way. Now. Answer me.” He leaned forward, his eyes studying her intently.

Shit, she thought. “Alright, I will tell you. As long as you understand that I completely understand if you do not feel the same way…” She broke eye contact and looked down, “I kind of... Maybe… Have a little bit of feelings for you…” She said quietly, not looking at him. She heard him put his drink down. She put her hand on her forehead, still looking down. She quickly continued, “That’s why I keep staring at you and avoiding you because I know that you would never like me in the same way and I was trying to stop the feelings by any means but they just wouldn’t go away, and when Harry told me… you would have to take me home, I just-”

He was kneeling in front of her, he stopped her babbling by taking her hand away from her face and whispering, “Hermione stop.”

She looked at him, her expression showing how lost she was and alone. She was close to tears. “Take a sip of your drink,” he ordered. She did so. “Now listen to me. I don’t know how you ever got the impression that you and I could never happen, I have been trying to maneuver us towards that very goal. Harry has been helping me just a little. When three weeks had passed and you were still acting so very strange, he and I worked out how to get you to be forced into talking to me.” He moved a little closer to her. His silver eyes seemed to be glowing up at her.

She was astonished, “Harry… arranged to be… That sneaky little git!” Her brain seemed to have blown a fuse, and she missed what he was trying to tell her.

He smiled slightly and raised himself enough to kiss her softly on the lips. “Harry is the one you are worried about right now?”

“Draco… I…” Her heart seemed to have stopped beating, “I think I’m hallucinating.”

“You are not, love,” He whispered, leaning forward again to capture her lips for little longer.

Her whole body seemed to clench in desire, and she moaned softly into his mouth. Draco squeezed slightly on the hand he was still holding at the sound. He pulled back a second later and looked into her eyes, “Will you be mine, Hermione? Only mine?”

She smiled, “Yes Draco.”

He kissed her softly again, “Would you like to go to bed?”

“You have no idea how badly.”

He stood and held out a hand to her. “Let’s go then.” She took his hand and stood.
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