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The Dare	By : Tassanaburrfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 82904 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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Author's Note: Ok. I was totally not expecting the response I have recieved. You are all amazing! I'm really glad you've enjoyed what I've written thus far and as such, I feel the urge to continue, at least for a bit longer. Given that I am continuing, I feel as though I should give this story a bit of a background (so we all know the general idea.)
So, this story takes place during their sixth year in Hogwarts. The way I have it set up (the direction my mind is taking it) is that Voldemort was defeated at the end of their fifth year. (How? I haven't decided yet.) Dumbledore's still alive as is Snape, Lupin, and all those other people Rowling decided to kill off. (Minus Sirius. I am keeping with the idea that Sirius did die during that battle in the Ministry. I think.) Again, this is all "spur of the moment" so, most of this I haven't figured out yet. I'm also still working on Forgiven and am trying not to mix the two up, so please bear with me. My mind wanders. Will post my responses to your reviews at the end of this chapter. Please enjoy!

Hermione could feel a strong arm draped over her body and moaned pleasantly. Her head was pounding, but the arm brought her a level of comfort she didn’t know she was missing. Her eyes shot open and then she hissed, squinting her eyes against a bit of light in the room. As much as her head hurt, the arm gave her a bit of alarm. It shouldn’t be there.
Very carefully, she blinked, forcing her eyes to slowly open so she could look down at the arm. It was a pale arm from what she could tell in the dim light and one of the fingers bore an insignia ring, though at the moment she couldn’t quite place where she recognized the ring from. She shifted and froze when she felt something hard jab her in the back. She ran her hand up the pale arm and grabbed onto the bicep which she used to help her to turn so she could see the face of the person holding her.
What she saw shocked her. White blond hair had swept into his eyes as he slept peacefully. She wanted to scream, but her head pounded so badly, she didn’t trust herself not to cause further damage to the headache she was sporting.
“Malfoy,” she growled, glaring at the boy.
He tightened his grip on her, pulling her even closer to him. “Go back to sleep,” he moaned not opening his eyes.
She opened her mouth in surprise and popped him on the arm. “Wake up!” she barked.
“Ow!” the wizard responded, opening his eyes to glare at her. “Merlin, Granger, let a bloke sleep.” He turned in place and pulled the covers up more firmly around his body.
That’s when she noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Sitting up, she glanced down and saw that she was wearing one. She shook his arm. “Please get up,” she begged.
She heard him release an angry growl as he turned back around. “What?” he demanded, his silver eyes flickering in the low light.
“What happened last night?” she asked. “Did we…? I mean, did you…? Where am I?”
“Slytherin House. Boys’ dormitories,” came the short reply. “And don’t worry so much, Granger. Your virtue and reputation are both still intact. Now, let me sleep.”
She shook her head and touched his arm again. He gave her a look so scathing she was sure he could boil water with it. “Where are my clothes?” she demanded.
“Give me five more minutes,” he said. “Five minutes and I’ll even walk you to your bloody tower, princess.”
She huffed, but allowed him his few extra minutes, keeping a mental clock in her head as each minute passed. Lucky for her, she didn’t have to shake him awake again. He turned away from her and she watched as he slipped out from under the covers and put his feet on the floor. He immediately picked them back up. “Shite!” he hissed under his breath.
Grabbing his wand off of his bedside table, he pointed it at his wardrobe. “Accio socks,” he whispered.
The wardrobe shook a bit causing one of the other boys in the room to groan. Malfoy rolled his eyes and sent another spell to open the wardrobe and deftly caught the pair of socks as they came hurling at him. He tossed the pair to Hermione as he summoned another pair.
“You’ll want to put those on,” he told her as he unrolled his socks and slipped them on his feet. “The floor is stone, so it’s cold.”
“You want me to wear your socks?” she asked carefully.
He glared at her. “Why not? You’re already wearing my shirt,” he said. “Just suck it up and do it.”
She stared at him for a moment before putting the socks on, careful to keep the shirt over her nether regions. It was barely long enough in her mind, but it did manage to cover the important things.
“How did I end up wearing your shirt?” she asked once he was standing.
She quickly followed him as he walked to the door. “I put it on you,” he answered. “I didn’t think you wanted your dress to get ruined, so I took it off of you and put one of my shirts on you instead.”
She wrapped her arms in front of her to cover her breasts. “You didn’t look at anything, did you?”
He was careful to keep his eyes on her face. “No,” he lied. “I was the perfect gentleman.”
He led her down the hallway and stopped in front of a door. “Girls’ lavatory is there,” he said, pointing to the door to the right, and continued, “I’ll bring you to your tower after I’ve taken a leak.”
She nodded and watched as he slipped into the boys’ bathroom. Sighing, she pushed into the girls’ bathroom and went to a stall. She relieved herself, washed her hands, and opened the door to find Malfoy leaning against the wall, his head bowed and eyes shut.
As she closed the door, he looked up. “Ready?” he asked.
She nodded and he led her across the Common Room. Hermione saw a few people spread out in chairs and on couches, but didn’t say anything. Memories about the previous night began surfacing and suddenly she realized what that strange taste in her mouth was.
“Oh God,” she whispered, stopping.
He stopped and turned to look at her. “What?” he asked.
“Oh God, what have I done?” she asked herself, putting a hand on either side of her head. “I… I…” She looked up at him and felt the blood drain from her face. “You… I sucked… Oh my God.”
She moved to sit right on the floor and he quickly bent down to pick her up. He led her to a chair and she fell down onto it. “Granger, you have to calm down,” he said, though he knew what had her upset. “It was just a dare. We…”
“Did you say you wanted to keep me?” she interrupted, looking at him.
He faltered for a moment. He didn’t recall ever saying those words. He had thought them, sure, but he didn’t think he had said them out loud. “I might have,” he answered honestly. “We were all pissed and I’m sure I said a lot of things. Why? Interested?” He raised an expectant eyebrow.
Her head really hurt. “Do you have anything for a hangover?” she asked him instead of answering his question.
He nodded and stood up. “Wait right here,” he told her as he jogged back to his room.
He returned moments later with a small vial in his hand. He showed it to her as he knelt down beside her. When she reached out to take it, he pulled back, keeping it just out of her reach.
“Malfoy!” she hissed.
He smirked. “Oh, it’s not that easy, princess,” he taunted. He cupped her jaw and kissed her on the lips, managing to slip his tongue inside her mouth in the process.
She pulled away, breaking the kiss and covering her mouth with her hand. “What are you playing at, Malfoy?” she demanded.
He lifted a brow. “There isn’t anything wrong with me kissing my girl, Granger,” he told her as he handed her the vial.
She gaped at him. “Your girl? Are you serious?”
He shrugged. “Why not? After what we did last night, we can hardly consider ourselves rivals or even friends,” he said. “You’re beautiful. Merlin knows you feel bloody fantastic. Not to mention, you have more brains in your little finger than Goyle has in his entire head. You have everything that I’ve always wanted in a girlfriend. So, what do you say, Granger?”
(II)(II)
“What did you say?” Ginny asked as they walked into the Great Hall.
The Muggle born shrugged as they sat down together. “I told him I would think about it,” she answered.
Ginny looked appalled. “What’s there to think about?” she asked. “Hermione, he’s cute, smart, funny, and obviously he fancies you. I’m surprised your mouth isn’t dry from all the snogging you two did last night.”
“We didn’t snog that much,” the brunette argued as she began filling up her plate. “If anything, he was…” she froze as the topic of their conversation entered the Great Hall.
His robes were immaculate, while his hair was slicked back. He carried his satchel slung over one shoulder and it gave him a sort of “devil may care” look. He met her eyes and gave her a roguish smile.
Hermione swallowed and glanced at Ginny. “Oh God,” she whispered.
Ginny glanced across the room and her smile widened. “Speaking of Mr. Lover boy,” she joked.
The Muggle born slapped her on the arm. “That’s not funny, Ginny,” she reprimanded.
“Oh, I think it’s hysterical,” the ginger haired girl commented as she popped a grape in her mouth. “I still think you should do it.”
The older witch sighed. “So, what’s going on with you and Zabini?” she asked, changing the subject.
“Nothing really,” the girl replied as she began filling her own plate. “He’s cute and he’s an amazing kisser, but I don’t know that I could ever date him.”
“Why not?” the bushy haired girl asked.
Ginny sighed. “He’s a Slytherin,” she admitted. “While you wouldn’t have much to worry about with Malfoy, I have six brothers who all hate Slytherins with a passion.”
“Are we forgetting about Lucius Malfoy?” the Muggle born questioned as she bit into a link of sausage.
The ginger gave her a bored look. “Somehow I doubt Daddy’s gonna deny his only son anything. ‘Mione, the bloke’s got everyone wrapped around his fingers.”
Hermione shook her head as she glanced down the Gryffindor table and made eye contact with Harry. “So, any luck with Harry?” she asked the ginger haired witch.
Ginny sighed. “Not yet. I’m almost to the point of just asking him out rather than wait for him to say something,” she said, taking the last bite of her pancakes. “Ready for class?”
Hermione dabbed her mouth with her napkin and placed it on her plate. “Yeah,” she replied as she climbed off of the bench and bent down to pick up her book bag. “I just…”
“Nice view, Granger,” a familiar voice drawled.
The Muggle born looked up and saw Malfoy standing there with Crabbe and Goyle behind him. “What do you want, Malfoy?” she asked, though she kept her voice calm.
She could still taste his semen in her mouth, though she had thoroughly cleaned her mouth earlier that morning. She knew it was just her imagination, but looking at him brought the memory of that moment to the forefront of her mind. The blond held his hand out to her. “Thought you could use some company on your way to Potions,” he commented.
“She has company, Malfoy,” Harry said as he approached the small group.
“Yeah,” Ron agreed. “She doesn’t need the likes of you.”
Malfoy frowned as he looked at the two Gryffindors. “Have you told them yet, Granger?” he asked as he slipped his hand back into his pocket.
Hermione stifled a groan as Ron asked, “Told us what? What’s he talking about?”
“Malfoy and I…” she started, but was interrupted by the Slytherin. “We’re dating,” he said.
Everyone in the immediate area stared at the two while Hermione paled. Ron’s face became red. “What do you mean you’re dating? You can’t date her. She’s…” he stopped.
This brought colour back to Hermione’s face as her eyes narrowed at her friend. “I’m what?” she asked sharply. “Last I checked, I was free to date whomever I bloody hell pleased.”
Ron gaped at her. “You mean you want to date this tosser?” he asked in disbelief.
Hermione had been having her doubts, but something about Ron’s words agitated her. “Yes,” she said simply.
Malfoy’s smile widened as his eyes brightened. Ron immediately started to protest, his voice getting louder with each word, “Are you fucking mental?! This is Malfoy! He will use you and then toss you out like yesterday’s rubbish. He doesn’t deserve you! He’s foul and disgusting and…”
The ginger haired wizard stopped when Hermione’s wand was shoved in his face. “Ronald Weasley, you will stop right there,” she hissed. “He asked me out and I agreed. End of story. You have absolutely no right in telling me who I am or am not allowed to date. Especially when you have your tongue down Lavender Brown’s throat every night. You don’t talk to me anymore. You don’t even look at me anymore. You never want anything to do with me unless it’s for your convenience. This is my life. If I want to date Draco Malfoy, then by Merlin, I’m going to date him and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”
“Hermione…” Ron began to plea, but she thrust her wand even more forcibly at him.
“Don’t make me do it, Ronald,” she warned.
“Miss Granger!” McGonagall said sternly as she approached the group. “What is the meaning of this?”
Hermione lowered her wand and turned to the Transfiguration teacher. She shook her head. “Ron decided to react jealously when Draco informed him that he and I are together, Professor,” she explained.
McGonagall lifted an eyebrow. “You and Mr. Malfoy?” At the young witch’s nod, the professor continued, “Be that as it may, this behaviour ends now. You all have classes to go to and seeing you are finished with your breakfast, I expect you to hurry along. Mr. Weasley, don’t let me see this happen again, understand?”
Ron nodded, though he still looked angry. “Professor, I think Malfoy has Hermione under a love potion because…”
Draco rolled his eyes and hefted Hermione’s bag. “Merlin, witch, what are you carrying in this thing?” he asked.
The Muggle born went to take her bag from him, but he slung it over his shoulder and took her hand. “We’re going to be late,” he told her.
Hermione hesitated and gave a last glance to Ron and McGonagall before allowing Malfoy to lead her out into the hall. “Oh, Miss Granger!” McGonagall called, causing the pair to turn and look at her. “Please be sure to come by my office at the end of your classes.”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, professor,” she said loud enough to be heard.
Once they were away from the Great Hall, Draco handed Hermione’s book bag to Goyle and rounded his shoulder. “What do you carry in that thing?” he asked her, still holding her hand.
The witch blinked and glanced nervously at Goyle who had threw her bag over his own shoulder as though it were nothing. “Just my books,” she muttered turning her attention back to Draco. “And whatever materials I need for the day.”
He seemed to accept her answer as he pulled her closer to him and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered as he kissed her on the lips. When she opened her mouth, he deepened the kiss.
“Malfoy,” Crabbe warned.
With a deep breath, Draco broke the kiss and let his hand fall back to her hand. “We’ll have to finish this later,” he said as they resumed their walk.
Hermione felt butterflies in her stomach. “So, are we really dating?” she asked watching his face.
He gave her a sidelong glance. “That is what you told Weaslebee, isn’t it?” he drawled. “Yes, we are dating.”
They ended up being right on time for Potions. Much to Snape’s surprise, Draco had made it a point to share a table with the witch. Crabbe and Goyle used the table behind them. Silently, they worked on the potion Snape had assigned for the day. At the end of the period, Snape said, “I want three rolls of parchment on the properties and uses of the Draught of the Living Death to be on my desk no later than Monday.”
As soon as they stepped into the hall, Draco took Hermione’s bag and handed it to Goyle so he could hold her hand. “We’ll start on that essay today,” he told the two boys. “Right after our last classes.”
Both of the boys groaned and Hermione shot them a curious look. “We won’t be back in Potions until Monday, Malfoy,” Crabbe said. “Which means we have a whole week.”
“If we get it done now, we won’t have to worry about it this weekend,” Draco reasoned. “We’re going to Hogsmeade this weekend and I would rather not have to look over your papers when I could be spending time with my girlfriend.”
He looked at Hermione at this and leaned in towards her. “You alright, princess?”
She nodded. “This is just… surreal,” she replied as she glanced at Goyle again. “We’re really dating. And you’re really escorting me to class. And Goyle’s really…”
Draco laughed as he pulled her to a stop and kissed her on the lips again. He didn’t linger this time and it wasn’t long at all that they were walking again. “Believe it or not, Granger, you and I have a lot of the same classes.”
“He’d be top of the class if it weren’t for you, too,” Goyle said gruffly.
Hermione blinked as they approached the next class: Arithmancy. Goyle handed her bag to Malfoy and said, “We’ll be here when class is done.”
Draco nodded and, carrying Hermione’s bag, they entered the room together. He led her to a desk near the back of the class and helped her to her seat before sitting down himself. Leaning towards her, he kissed her again, this time running his tongue along her bottom lip before breaking away. “I wonder what McGonagall wants with you,” he commented as he opened his satchel and pulled out a length of parchment, his quill, and a small bottle of ink.
Stunned, it was all Hermione could do to just shake her head. She silently wondered how many more times he would kiss her. Snapping herself out of it when Professor Vector entered the room, Hermione opened her own bag and pulled out a quill and some parchment as well as her ink bottle and the Arithmancy book.
“Please turn to page 1965,” Vector requested.
Hermione opened her book and flipped through the pages, but froze when she felt Draco’s arm wrap around her waist and put his hand on her hip. She stared at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing?” she hissed.
He leaned back in his chair rather casually, but did not take his hand off of her. “Looks like we’ll have to share a book, Granger,” he said softly. “Seems I forgot mine back up in my House.”
“That doesn’t require putting a hand on my hip,” she whispered harshly as she glared at him.
He smirked as he moved closer to her. “No,” he agreed as he pressed his lips closer to her ear. She could feel his hot breath tickling her. “But being your boyfriend gives me this liberty. Don’t worry, princess, it’ll be fine.”
Annoyed, she turned her attention back to the professor. As the seconds ticked by and the class proceeded, she could feel his hand slowly begin to bunch her skirt up, pushing it out of the way. She glared at him, but either he didn’t see her look or he was ignoring her. She bumped him with her shoulder and he hissed, “I’m trying to concentrate here, Granger.”
She huffed and tried to pay attention to the class. When his fingers slipped to the lining of her knickers, she jumped. Startled, he stared at her. “Are you alright, love?” he asked.
“Stop that!” she hissed.
He leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, “Stop being so jittery. You’ll draw attention.”
Her eyes widened and his fingers ghosted over her covered sex. She could feel the heat in her cheeks and ducked her head down as he lifted his hand up and dipped his fingers under her knickers. She swallowed and stared at the teacher, though she didn’t hear a word that was being said.
A finger parted the folds of her vagina as his thumb pressed upon her clit. She glanced at him and could feel her face heat up even more so she looked down at her parchment. Somehow, she had managed to continue taking her notes, even as his finger continued to massage the folds. He rolled her clit between his forefinger and thumb, his middle finger continuing its assault on her lips.
He put his quill down so he could push her hair back and tuck some of it behind her ear. Continuing his ministrations on her pussy, he leaned close to her and said softly, “So wet for me, my princess.”
She frowned as she stared down at her paper. She could see the equations and she knew that some part of her brain was registering the things Vector said, but a much larger part of her mind was focused entirely on Draco’s hand.
He dipped his finger even further down and actually circled her entrance. She clenched her fist and stabbed at the parchment with her quill. She couldn’t believe he was actually doing this right now.
“I can’t wait to fill this hole with something far larger than my finger,” he whispered again in her ear.
His breath was hot and she stifled a moan as he pushed his finger into the hole. She closed her eyes, willing herself not to make a sound as he began thrusting his finger into her. Hermione wasn’t stupid. She had seen plenty of pictures and shows about sex and had even taken a sex education class in primary school.
She didn’t remember agreeing to have sex with him, but the feel of his finger foretold that very possibility. She should say something. She should put a stop to it, but along with the finger pushing in and out of her sex, his thumb and forefinger continued to play with her clit. And then he added a second finger and she bucked.
He just shook his head as Vector asked loudly, “Are you alright back there, Miss Granger?”
The Muggle born quickly nodded. “Yes,” she squeaked. Straightening her voice, she answered more strongly, “I’m fine, professor.”
The class continued and Draco smirked as he began moving his fingers faster. “Think I can make you come right here, princess?” he asked in a husky, soft voice.
Hermione’s eyes watered. “Please don’t,” she replied, keeping her own voice low so others couldn’t hear it.
“Don’t speak,” he breathed against her ear. “Don’t make a sound.”
As his fingers sped up, his thumb and forefinger began rubbing hard against her clit, teasing it. She clamped her mouth shut and gasped as she felt her whole body seize up.
“Good girl,” he praised in her ear as he slowed his pace and brought his fingers to a halt.
He released his hold on her entirely, even straightening her skirt before resting his hand in his lap. He was looking down at his parchment, as though curious about something he had written and brought his fisted hand up to his mouth to bite the knuckle of his forefinger before wrapping his lips around it and sucking on it. Then he opened his mouth and let his tongue drag along to the tip of his finger, his teeth holding it there before letting go.
Hermione stared at him from the corner of her eye and did not miss the way he discreetly tasted her. She watched as he closed his eyes and visibly sighed. Her eyes turned back to the professor as her heartbeat quickened.
Vector had given them a list of equations to solve and sent them on their way. Once out of earshot, Hermione turned on the boy holding her hand. “Why did you do that? What were you thinking? You could have gotten caught. We could have been seen,” she said rapidly.
Draco glanced at her. “And yet we weren’t,” he pointed out casually. “I just wanted to taste you, to feel you. You brought me immense pleasure last night, Granger, and I wanted to return the favour.”
He looked around them before pulling her into an old classroom. “It’s lunch time,” he reasoned. “We’re not expected for another hour.”
“What do you…?” she never got to finish her question as his lips crashed upon hers.
Grabbing her hips, he pushed her backwards until the backs of her legs hit a desk. She grabbed his shoulders as he lifted her up and set her on top of the desk, never breaking their kiss. He forced himself between her legs and pressed his covered hard on against her core.
She gasped as she threw her head back. “Draco, please,” she begged as he began grinding against her, kissing her exposed neck. “Draco, I’m… I’ve never…”
He remained clothed as he continued to rub against her. At some point, she didn’t know when, he had stopped kissing her and was just grinding against her, his teeth clenched. Suddenly, he pushed away from her, unzipped his trousers, and pulled out his cock. He stroked it a couple more times before he ejaculated onto the floor.
Panting hard, he rested his hands on another desk and bowed his head. Closing his eyes, he licked his lips. “Merlin, Granger,” he breathed. He stared at her, his eyes a molten silver. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, still panting.
He cupped her cheek and kissed her again. “I want you so bad,” he whispered. “Tell me I can have you. Tell me that you’re mine.”
She stared at him, her eyes as large as saucers. “I’m yours,” she said softly and he kissed her again.
They stayed like that for a few more minutes until Goyle straightened his throat. Malfoy helps Hermione down from the desk and, taking her by the hand, escorted her into the Great Hall.
“I’ll meet you at the door,” he promised her as he kissed the back of her hand and released her.
She watched as he walked over to the Slytherin table with Crabbe and Goyle before turning to see Ginny standing there with her arms crossed. “Gin?”
The ginger haired girl scoffed as she grabbed Hermione’s hand and pulled her to the Gryffindor table. They sat so they could see the Slytherin table as Ginny said, “So spill.”
“Spill what?” the Muggle born asked as she grabbed a sandwich. She didn’t know why she was suddenly hungry.
“What happened after you left?” the younger girl asked.
Hermione could feel her face heat up again. “Oh, God, Gin, I don’t even know,” she admitted. Taking out her wand, she cast a quick Muffliato and told Ginny about Potions, Arithmancy, and what happened after. She tried not to go into too much detail, but the younger witch persisted.
When Hermione was finished, Ginny covered her mouth in surprise. “Sweet Merlin, he’s got it bad for you,” she said.
“What do I do?” the Muggle born asked. “I don’t even know what I’m doing and he comes on so strong…”
The Pureblood nodded. “Go to Pomphrey and get yourself on some birth control,” she suggested. “Trust me. You may think you’re not going to need it, but if everything you just told me is true, you will.”
“I can’t just ask the school healer for birth control!” Hermione hissed, looking scandalized.
The ginger girl shrugged. “Why not? It’s not against school policy. She won’t ask you why you need it and even if she does you can simply tell her you’re trying to regulate your period. Believe me, Hermione. You don’t want to deal with the consequences of unprotected sex,” she said. “Especially with everything you got going for you. You’re at the top of your class. Don’t let something like a teen pregnancy get in the way.”
The Muggle born nodded as she took a bite out of her sandwich. She knew her friend was right, she just had to figure out how to do it without Draco seeing her. “Can you distract him while I slip out?” she asked.
Ginny wiped her mouth with her napkin and nodded. “Yeah, of course. Just stay right here and wait for my signal,” she said as she stood up.
Hermione watched as the younger girl boldly walked over to the Slytherin table. She had no idea what was being said, but she could see Draco had his full attention on the redheaded girl. She watched as Ginny put her hands behind her back and pointed to the door.
Knowing that was her cue, Hermione dropped her napkin on her plate and casually, but quickly, walked out into the hallway. She went straight to the infirmary. Asking for the birth control was a lot easier than Hermione had expected. As Ginny had stated, the mediwitch did not ask any questions, just gave her a vial that she promised would last the entire month.
“Make sure you return next month on this day so you can take another,” the mediwitch instructed. “Otherwise, it will all be for naught.”
Hermione promised to return and left the infirmary. She stepped back into the Great Hall right as Draco and his gang got up from the table. The blond Pureblood frowned at her as he approached her.
“Where were you?” he asked. “Ginger kept asking us these asinine questions and when I looked up, you were gone.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said as she walked over to the Gryffindor table and picked up her bag. “I meant to wait for you, but I really had to use the loo.”
He sighed as he grabbed her bag and handed it absentmindedly to Goyle. He then took her by the hand to lead her out of the Great Hall. “Just next time, let me know,” he said.
She nodded. “I will, I promise. I’m sorry if I worried you.”
To Hermione’s surprise, Draco was also in her Herbology class. Like Potions and Arithmancy, the blond Pureblood opted to stand next to her and they shared a table along with Hermione’s book.
“Do you ever bring your books to class?” she asked a bit peeved.
He smirked, but shrugged. “Not really,” came his answer as he slipped on his pair of dragonhide gloves and turned his attention to Professor Sprout.
Being sixth years, they had progressed to the far more deadly plants and were currently pruning Venomous Tentacula. By the end of class, Hermione and Draco were the only ones to fully succeed in their task aside from Neville. Professor Sprout told them all to write an essay on the various uses for the plant. As they walked outside, Draco loosened his tie and slipped an arm around Hermione’s waist. “Finally free,” he sighed as he began nuzzling her neck.
She struggled to pull away from him as he was determined to actually kiss her on the neck. “Malfoy,” she managed to gasp, “I still have to see McGonagall.”
Groaning, Draco pulled away from her just enough so she could stand up correctly. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “Fine, fine. We’ll go see McGonagall and then you and I will do some studying in the library. I wasn’t joking about trying to get these assignments done today.”
“What do you have planned for this weekend?” she asked curiously.
He smirked at her. “It’s the weekend,” he said as if that explained everything. “And it’s Hogsmeade. Thought we’d have lunch in the Three Broomstick and do a bit of shopping. Unless you’d rather go to Madam Puddifoot’s?”
She made a face of disgust and he laughed. “You don’t know how relieved I am to see that look on your face,” he told her as he chuckled. “Three Broomsticks it is, then. I do need to stop at that robe shop, though. One of my robes has a tear in it and I need to get it mended.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “Isn’t that something to do when you’re with your parents? Perhaps during Christmas break.”
“Speaking of Christmas break,” he said, quickly changing the subject. “I’m sure your family already has plans for the holiday, but my mum usually has this huge party and I’d like it if you could come. Maybe even stay at the Manor that night so you wouldn’t have to travel back and forth. You’ll have to dress formally, of course, but the party is usually pretty amazing. Father will play Christmas music on the piano and Mother will join him on the harp. She’ll even sing sometimes and she has the most beautiful voice.”
Hermione gave him a small smile. “I really wish I can say I’ll go,” she told him. “But, would your parents even want me there? They aren’t exactly… welcoming to Muggle borns.”
He rolled his eyes. “Who cares? They’ll learn to accept you,” he replied as they walked up to McGonagall’s office.
Hermione knocked on the door and when she heard the word, “Enter,” she opened it. She turned to look at Malfoy, but McGonagall called out, “Ah, Miss Granger. Is Mr. Malfoy with you? Please tell him to come in as well.”
The Muggle born’s eyes widened and she looked at Draco. He shrugged and waved a hand to indicate that she should go first. As they entered the room, Hermione froze, causing the wizard to bump into her. He glanced up to see what had stopped her and lifted an eyebrow at seeing Snape sitting at the desk as well. In fact, both adults sat behind the desk.
“Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, please, have a seat,” Professor McGonagall ordered.
As the young couple did as requested, McGonagall waved her wand and a plate of biscuits appeared on the desk. “Have a biscuit,” she offered.
Draco immediately reached forward and grabbed two of the biscuits and offered one of them to Hermione. The young witch shook her head. “No, thank you,” she whispered.
The Pureblood shrugged again and bite into one of the biscuits before turning to McGonagall. Hermione was the first to break the silence. “You wished to see me, Professor?”
The older witch looked at her for a moment. “Yes, I’ve spoken to Mr. Weasley and he seems to think that you may have been coerced into dating Mr. Malfoy. I will only ask you this one time. Is there any basis for his concerns?”
The couple shook their heads in unison. “He’s just jealous,” Hermione insisted. “He’s never cared for Mal… Draco, and last I spoke with Ginny, he was still seeing Lavender. He never wants to ask me out, but is always quick to criticise anyone I date.”
“Mr. Malfoy?” the older witch prodded.
He scowled. “I’m not sure what it is you want me to say, Professor. I didn’t coerce Granger into dating me. I simply told her she was beautiful and asked her out.”
“Is that all that happened?” Snape asked slowly.
Draco frowned. “Yes, that’s all,” he confirmed.
They stared at one another for what Hermione thought was forever before McGonagall finally said, “We’ve spoken to the Headmaster and have learned that the two of you are well on your way to being Head Boy and Girl next year.” She looked at Hermione. “There isn’t anything wrong with the two of you continuing with your relationship, if that is what you wish. However, I would advise discretion. Hand holding, small kisses, these are acceptable when you are roaming the halls or lounging in one of your Common Rooms. However, anything more we must ask you keep out of the public eye. As future Head Boy and Girl you are expected to act responsibly and respectfully.”
Hermione nodded and looked down at her hands. Draco’s eyes narrowed. “And if we want to do more than a few small kisses and hand holding?” he asked.
McGonagall sighed and glanced at Snape. “If you wish to do more,” the Potion’s professor said, “then Miss Granger will be put on a mandatory birth control regiment. In fact, even if you didn’t wish it, it will still be required.”
“We’ll turn a blind eye on any indiscretions, Mr. Malfoy,” McGonagall told him. “But we do ask that you keep it between the two of you.”
The Slytherin boy nodded, but the older woman continued, “However, if your grades begin to slip, either of you, we will deny this privilege. Also, I won’t have Miss Granger running around the castle in just your t-shirt, Mr. Malfoy. If you wish her to sleep there, you need to provide her with proper clothes.”
Draco tilted his head. “We could always just have her move into the room with me,” he suggested. “It would safe us all any problems.”
“Discretion,” Snape hissed. “As far as we are concerned, Miss Granger is sleeping in her room, not yours. If it gets reported, we will deny knowledge that she slips into the Slytherin Common Room, however, you will not be admonished.”
“You’ll still be expected to maintain an appearance in Gryffindor, Miss Granger,” McGonagall told her. “Also, if you wouldn’t mind, the both of you will begin tutoring sessions for those students who need it. You are both the brightest students in your class, so it shouldn’t be too difficult.”
“You’ll also still be expected to perform Prefect duties,” Snape added.
“I already tutor Crabbe and Goyle,” Draco pointed out.
McGonagall nodded. “And you’ll tutor others, regardless of their House. I will be sending notices to each of the Houses and you will be given a scheduled on when these tutoring sessions will be.”
Hermione glanced up and noticed how tired McGonagall looked. She was just about to say something when the Transfiguration professor continued, “We will leave it up to the both of you to decide if and when you’ll tell your parents of your relationship. There will be backlash from your peers. I have faith you will both react with maturity and respect. The only reason we are allowing this to continue is because Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore, and myself believe you are both old enough and mature enough to handle it.”
“Don’t disappoint us,” Snape finalized.

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