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A mile in your shoes	By : NicolaeAnna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Two

                Hermione, like Draco, stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Except, unlike Malfoy, her eyes we kept firmly on the ceiling.

                “Just look, you cannot tell yourself that Draco didn’t look at you.” She said to herself. “Besides this might be the only chance you ever get.” She muttered.

                Slowly she glanced down at the mirror and was taken aback. It wasn’t as though she had never seen a naked man before, she had been to museums before and many of the male sculptures had been nude. She had just never seen one in the flesh before.

                She peered at her chest and stomach, which were both very nice, but she couldn’t help it as her gaze went lower.

                “Oh. My. God.” She whispered. Draco was a prime example of the male anatomy. Long and thick, his manhood was exceptional. She stared unabashed. She took one finger and slowly pressed her finger against it; she blushed and forced her gaze away from it before rushing into the shower.

***

                Twenty minutes later Hermione emerged out of the bathroom, fully dressed.

                “Not bad huh?” Draco said, smiling.

                “Eh, I’ve seen better.” Hermione’s lie was betrayed by the blush in her cheeks.

                “You liar! Oh this is priceless!” Draco said with glee.

                “Oh shut up!” Hermione snapped “It isn’t as though I have anything to compare it to anyways!” She shouted and then stopped in horror at what she just said.

                “Well, well, well, Miss Granger here is a virgin!”

                “No I’m not,” she said automatically.

                “Bull! It’s either you did it with your eyes closed or you are a virgin!”

                Hermione chose to not respond. Draco clapped his hands excitedly.

                “Oh this is priceless!” He repeated

                “Leave me alone, Malfoy. It isn’t as though I have a plethora of people to compare someone of the opposite sex to, unlike you!”

                “Yeah, well, what can I say.”

                “Nothing. Now listen.” She said, changing the subject. “I think we need to go to Dumbledore.”



***

                After wasting time arguing about visiting the headmaster or not (while Hermione salvaged a small amount of the potion from the bottom of the cauldron, and gathered the empty vial of twi-dust, and the instructions to the potion) they found themselves sitting in front of Professor Dumbledore.

                The headmaster looked between Draco and Hermione after being told what had happened. Hardly able to believe it, until he noted Draco’s characteristic sneer on Hermione’s face, and the way Hermione had been the one rush to answer the question “what do I owe the pleasure?”

                “Well, this is certainly unexpected.” Dumbledore said, with a cherry smile.

                “Unexpected? Of course it’s unexpected.” Draco said.

                “Draco, be nice.” Hermione snapped at him.

                Dumbledore simply smiled again.

                “Well, Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy, we are to be joined by Professor Snape here in a moment I may need his expertise, but while we wait, may I take a look at your potion?”

                Hermione immediately handed it over.

                “And what was it you were attempting the brew?” Dumbledore asked, he didn’t give any indication of wanting to know why they were unsuccessful, not that either of them would want to go into detail that they had been drunk. Hermione handed Dumbledore the potion’s instructions.

                “Sir, I believe we were trying to brew a convergence potion. Well at least, that is what the book was open to, and the ingredients that we had set out, matched the list, except for one.” Hermione rushed out.

                “May I?” Dumbledore asked holding his hand out.

                Hermione reached into her pocket and retrieved the small vial out. Dumbledore, noting that it was empty, gave the vial a quick sniff.

                “Ah, yes. Twi-dust. Extremely rare and valuable. Where on earth did you get this?”

                Hermione smiled, “Last year for their anniversary they went to Egypt. One night during the winter solstice they were strolling around and came across the meteor that fell. My mother called the officials, while my father gathered a scraping off of the meteor. He knows I love astrology and figured I would love having a scraping off of an actual meteor. Plus, he hoped I would think it was pretty, the way it shimmers.”

                “This is all rather touching,” Draco said, sneering once again “but don’t we have more pressing matters here?”

                Rather than get annoyed Dumbledore just peered over his half-moon spectacles at Draco.

                “As we are waiting for Professor Snape, he being our resident potions master he might have a better guess to what to do, I believe we have the time to discuss this. So, Miss Granger, he simply brought this back to you?”

                “Oh yes, he didn’t realize what magical properties it had of course, he’s a dentist you see, not until I told him. He was shocked at first, especially when I told him how expensive it was to have it that fresh.”

                “Oh yes, 50 galleons an ounce, quiet expensive.”

                “I offered to sell it, but he wouldn’t hear of it. So I held onto it.” Hermione finished. Draco rolled his eyes, but was spared the conversation going any longer when there was a knock at the door.

                The potions master walked into the room.

                “Ah, Professor, what a pleasure you are here. We have had a slight incident with our Head Boy and Girl. It seems they attempted to brew a potion and are currently-ah-stuck.” Dumbledore said.

                Snape threw a look down to who he believed to be Draco, “Stuck.” He repeated.

                “Well, dear Professor, the student you are currently staring at would be none other than Hermione Granger.”

                “How, may I ask, did this happen?” Professor Snape said silkily.

                “All rather innocent, really, there was an accident with the ingredients, a mix-up really.” Dumbledore said with a faint amused expression on his face.

                “I see” Snape said, knowing that with both of the best students in the seventh year (although it pained him to admit Hermione’s brilliance), that there was no way this was a simple mix up.

                “Yes. I have asked you here to pick your brain.” He handed Snape the vial of tri-dust, as well as the vial of the potion. He then sat back, a hand absently drumming on the tabletop, a smile on his face.

                “Twi-Dust?” Snape asked curiously after examining the empty vial.

                “Why, yes Severus it is.” Dumbledore beamed. The professor swapped bottles and did a quick sniff before looking back towards Dumbledore.

                “A convergence potion?” Dumbledore nodded. “The potion seems to be in order” Said Snape, “ aside from the obvious adding of Twi-dust. Although, it will be a lengthy wait.”

                “What?” Draco said

                “The usual hold for a convergence potion is a mere twelve hours. I am assuming with this amount and strength of the twi-dust it holds, that the effects should wear off in about four months.”

                “Four months!” Hermione shrieked. “You can’t be serious!”

                “I’m quite serious. Although there is a counter potion that is easy enough.” Snape continued. “Although it is quite complex. And you would have to wait for this coming winter solstice to collect more Twi-Dust.”

                “But that’s nearly two months away!” Draco exclaimed.

                “I’m aware of that Draco, but certainly two months is far less of a problem than four months.” Draco sat back defeated.

                “I cannot be stuck as him for two months!” Hermione said, jutting her thumb at Draco. Snape went to open his mouth to respond, but Dumbledore spoke first.

                “Unfortunately, Miss Granger, but I am sure that is the best answer Professor Snape can give you. Now about your classes, I am unable to ask you to miss your classes, not your concluding year, but I can arrange with your professors so that it appears to the rest of your fellow students, that you are simply in those respected classes. Miss Granger, for example will continue taking her Ancient Runes, though the rest of the class will assume it is Mister Malfoy.”

                Hermione and Draco stared at both professors in shock. Dumbledore looking oddly pleased while Snape was looking at Dumbledore with confusion.

                “Ah, look at the time. It would be best if you both ran to your Dormitory got some well-rounded sleep. Tomorrow morning you can begin the battle of figuring out this counter potion.” Dumbledore said cheerfully. “I will have all of your professors notified of the arrangements for your classes in time for Monday, expect an owl from me sometime tomorrow.”

                Realizing there was nothing more to say Draco and Hermione both stood, thanked both Professors and left the room.

                Once the door was closed, Snape looked down at Dumbledore.

                “Headmaster, why didn’t you simply tell them how to brew the counter potion? Surely you know it.”

                “Oh my dear Severus. Of course I know it, as I am sure you do as well, but simply telling them the counter potion would rob us of this opportunity. ”

                “Opportunity?”

                “Yes. Perhaps in this time they can learn to work together. And perhaps they can take this opportunity to teach each other about love.” Dumbledore said, smiling again.

                “Love?” Snape snorted.

                “Yes. The most powerful magic a person can hold.”

                “But sir, do you really think it possible for a Gryffindor and a Slytherin to acknowledge each other? Let alone love?”

                “Ah, that is the question, Severus. But I do believe that you showed that possibility, many years ago.”

***

                Hermione stormed into their living quarters and flopped down on the couch.

                “I can’t be stuck like this for two months!” She moaned.

                “Hey, don’t think I’m all too pleased about this either, Granger.”

                “Yes, but what am I going to do?”

                “Grin and bear it, what other choice to we have?” Hermione was silent. They sat on the couch for a moment, until her noticed that Hermione was squirming in her seat.

                “Will you sit still.” Draco snapped.

                “I can’t help it.” She continued to squirm, pressing her knees together.

                “What is wrong with you?”

                “Nothing.”

                “Liar.”

                “If you must know, I have to use the restroom.” She snapped at him. Draco’s eyes widened before he burst out laughing.

                “Shut up.” Hermione snapped.

                “You’ve been holding it all this time?”

                “Yeah so! I know how you men use the bathroom, and I have no urge to go groping around your man business to do so!”

                “My man business? Honestly, Granger, I don’t mind.”

                “Why can’t you just be serious for one moment!”

                “Because this is hilarious!” Hermione stood, glaring to Draco, determined to prove that she wasn’t embarrassed, but rather disgusted.

                “You know what!? Fine! I’ll just go!” She stormed into the bathroom and as she went to slam the door she heard Draco call after her.

                “Hey, Granger? Need a hand!?” He chuckled madly to himself.

                “Go to hell.” She muttered.

                Hermione stared at the toilet as though it was a horrible foe. She had no idea what to do, she was sure the logistics of it were the same, but aside from that she couldn’t be sure. Not to mention she was intimidated of Draco’s manhood, she had poked it earlier before her shower, but she had no urge to go and hold it in her hand. After several seconds of hesitation, she realized her bladder wasn’t going to hold out on her anymore.

                She carefully unzipped her fly and reached in and wrapped her fingers around herself, after a moment of pointing she went ahead and relieved herself. She felt triumphant at herself, before feeling completely ridiculous and embarrassed to be proud of herself. After she was finished she flushed the toilet and washed her hands, she couldn’t wait until something embarrassing happened to Draco and all she did was laugh in his face. Suddenly, a thought came to her mind.

                After drying her hands, Hermione went back to the common area, Draco was staring at her.

                “Did you put down the toilet seat?” He asked mocking her.

                “Oh screw you Malfoy.”

                “You made a mess, didn’t you? See I offered to help!” He cackled again at her. Hermione simply walked away, before she slammed her bedroom door she glanced down at Draco.

                “Don’t worry Draco, when you have your monthly moment, I’ll be there to offer help just as sarcastically as you did!” She shut the door on Draco’s horrified look.

                “What do you mean, Granger? What monthly moment?! You can’t mean-Oh hell no!” Hermione smiled as she heard his shock shouts through the door. With a wave of her wand she turned out her lights and changed into the pajama’s she borrowed from Draco, glad for the dark as she had no urge to see Draco’s body for a long long time.
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