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You Change My Mind	By : AkashaTheKitty Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Just a quick note if there�s anyone here on affnet who actually fancy themselves readers of all I wrote
(odd notion): I released an AU, OOC PG13 fic on ffnet and a few other archives a while ago. I didn�t
release it here for obvious reasons (too low rating, in case it wasn�t obvious
enough). Go read it if you�re bored and can wrap your head around a fic with *gasp* NO SMUT! XD It�s silly, though. I named it sillyfic in my head and I never refer to it as anything
else.

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Again, days went
by without anyone visiting Hermione. This time she minded less. She had her book,
and she was doing her best to savor it. After 10 meals, however, she had read
it front to back, twice, and again her predicament was nagging at her. What was
it they really wanted from her? Why
did they leave her alone for so long at a time? And why wasn�t she being
questioned and tortured?

� Not that she
wanted to be, mind! She was very happy in her not-tortured state. It was just
so very unsettling to not know what was happening and why it was happening. The
not knowing was killing her. She kept waiting for her friends from the Order to
come rescue her, but no one came. She supposed she had to give it time.

Time was a
strange thing, though. It was getting increasingly hard to be sure that her
sense of time was not playing tricks on her. With no daylight and no regularity
whatsoever, she was already beginning to lose track. She had little else to do,
though, so she still tried to keep an estimate, going by meals and times she
slept. It did appear that she got about three meals a day and apparently the
food wasn�t poisoned, so she was very well off, indeed.

After 46 meals,
17 meals after his last visit, Draco reappeared bringing her a brush and some
fresh clothes, including nice warm socks. All of which she sorely needed, but
she kept quiet, only acknowledging the things with a glance.

After 53 meals,
he brought her another book and some shampoo that smelled like vanilla, of all
things.

After 70 meals,
and what she perceived to be about 26 days, she didn�t even jump when he
entered her room. He brought her three more books. She was really happy about
the books, but it annoyed her that he�d picked up on her need to occupy her
mind.

She knew what he
was doing, but she didn�t know why. He was making her associate his visits with
something pleasant. Funny thing was, by now she felt so isolated that she might
even welcome a visit from Voldemort himself. Draco
never stayed very long, though, and she wouldn�t dream of asking him to. She
might be starved for company, but she would as soon ask
a Death Eater to stay and chat as she�d ask him for the Avada Kedavra.

After 74 meals�
she didn�t expect him. It was hard to tell which meal was what time of day and
she�d taken to simply sleeping when she was tired and going about her business.
Thinking today too close to his last visit to be cautious, she was just getting
out of the bath when he arrived. She hadn�t heard him, so it wasn�t until she
looked up she noticed him standing in the bathroom door as if frozen. He was
staring at her � and not at her face. She hurriedly wrapped the towel around
herself and glared at him, trying hard to hide her fear. He blinked, shook his
head, and turned on his heel.

She closed her
eyes and leaned against the tiles of the wall, as her heart was hammering in
her chest. The bathroom door had been ajar, but it didn�t have a lock, so she
couldn�t really have done anything to keep him out if he truly wanted in. There
was no use in telling herself that she could have.

She was
embarrassed and more than a little frightened too. What was to keep him from
attacking her if he should want to? Absolutely nothing.
In fact, it was probably expected of him that he took his liberties. It did
seem like he wanted her trust, though, so she would have to rely on that fact
to keep her safe.

She couldn�t
allow something as small as this to cow her, she just couldn�t.

When she emerged
from the bathroom, fully clothed, a few minutes later, you would hardly have
known that anything had happened.

Draco sauntered
over to his armchair and sat down. That had been� interesting. Who knew what
that little prissy Mudblood had been hiding under her clothes? Well, ok, he had
had a pretty good idea. He wasn�t blind. But, seeing her in all her naked glory
had definitely been worth coming here early. He had wanted her, and, for one
moment, he had been aware that he could follow through on his want and it would
pretty much be his prerogative.

But it was not
the Malfoy way.

He did not have
to force himself on a Mudblood to get laid, and he was not like some of the Dark Lord�s servants �
little better than animals, only thinking about killing, feeding and mating. He
could control himself. Besides, her body wasn�t that good, he assured himself; it had merely been a while since
he�d last been with a woman. Being in the Dark Lord�s service didn�t really
offer many chances for dalliances when one didn�t
force oneself on Mudbloods or consort with animals.

Still, he had to
admit that the image of her naked form lingered. Maybe he should adjust his
plans a bit�

�I brought you
something,� he said, waving towards her bed where he had put today�s offerings.
More inconsequential stuff to make her feel comfortable.
He was well aware that it would take more than that to convince her, though.
Just what would be the key, however, still eluded him.

She barely
glanced at the stuff. �I�m not your pet to bring treats,� she said.

�But you are,�
he replied. �In fact, that�s a very
apt description of what you are.�

She crossed her
arms over her chest and his gaze automatically lowered. He immediately felt the
change in her as she slowly removed her arms and shrank back from him. She
wasn�t stupid. She knew that he had the power and she was afraid of the very
real threat he was posing. It would have been very na�ve of her not to be.

He raised his
eyes again and smirked mockingly at her. �That�s not why I�m here.� Not yet,
anyway.

She wanted to
ask why it was that he was there,
then, but she knew it might not be the smartest move. He might feel provoked
into some kind of action, and her newest plan was to stall and wait. Wait for
Harry to come and get her. He was bound to find her soon.

So, instead of
replying, she went to the bed and began putting things away, still shooting
wary glances at Draco. He had, among other things, brought her a sweater. His
gifts were always confusing her, because she knew he had an ulterior motive,
yet he somehow managed to pick up on even the smallest of signs. This room
really could get cold. Last time she had worn her one and only decently warm
blouse and she had still felt a bit chilled, but she had not wanted to huddle
under her blanket with him in the room. She had thought she didn�t show her
discomfort at all, yet today there was a sweater and she doubted it was a
coincidence.

She glanced at
Draco again and caught him watching her. When he saw her look, he smirked at
her. She knew he knew that she had pieced together why he�d brought her the
stupid sweater, and it annoyed her. With a disgusted grunt she threw it back on
the bed.

�You don�t like
it?� he softly asked behind her, a vague note of humor in his voice.

He had every
right to laugh at her, really. She was Voldemort�s
prisoner and any day now she would be tortured and killed unless Harry got off
his Chosen Arse to save her. She really couldn�t
afford to be nitpicky about sweaters and provoke her Death Eater warden.

�No, it�s fine,� she said, ignoring the offending garment for
now.

She turned to
find him slightly frowning at her. �You�re not being honest with me,� he
stated.

Well, no. Being
honest with someone who will just as soon kill you as look at you is not always
smart.

�I�m sorry that
you think so,� Hermione replied.

He leaned
forwards. �You can be honest, you know,� he quietly said. �I�m not a monster.�

�Aren�t you?�
she retorted and then immediately regretted it. Damn it. Her plan was to not provoke him.

He leaned back
again with a faint smirk on his lips. �No, I am not. I thought I proved that
just before.�

Hermione felt
her face heat a little. He had a point. The way he had looked at her only
moments ago had shown that he had noticed her naked body and he had liked what
he saw, but he hadn�t acted on it. Still, just because he hadn�t raped her
didn�t mean that he wasn�t up to something evil. He was keeping her here,
locked up, for a reason. Suddenly, something dawned on her and she gasped.

�This isn�t
about me, is it? You�re trying to lure Harry here!�

He looked
vaguely taken aback, but he had a mask of mild amusement in place before she
knew what to make of it.

�Changing the
subject, Granger?� he asked. �Well� I suppose it would be easier if Potter
would just get here so we could get on with it. Not a bad
idea, really.� He flashed her a grin.

So she was to
believe that that wasn�t the plan? No. And they needed her unharmed to have
something to bargain with, she supposed.

She had to get
out of there.

He looked at his
watch and got up. �I�ll leave you to it then. Only, Granger?�

�Yes?�

�What exactly is
it you don�t like about that sweater?�

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It just occurred to me how completely without content
this chapter is XD Don�t worry, I think the boredom
and oddness is getting established�
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