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A Slow Seduction	By : MoonlightVision Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 56424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to update! I've just found out a few things that are rather big recently. First being my best friend is expecting a baby!!!! I just found out today and I'm beyond excited!!!! And second, I'm moving half way across the country in 6 weeks!! So I apologize in advance if I'm not updating as often as I/you woud like... I've got a lot of packing to do before then, but I will still be writing this, and won't abandon it, I promise! (Nor my other story, Redemption Recalled). Hearing from all you lovely readers helps too, it motivates me! On that note, THANK YOU to everyone who has reviewed so far! Your words have been most inspirational and I love the feedback.
To address some quesions DinaThe Cat brought up; yes, for the purpose of this story Draco and Hermione are the only ones from their year that returned and as to the 7th years having a pair of heads as well, I have a plan for that, it will come to light in later chapters, but as of right now in the story, yes, they are the only ones.
Now, enough rambling, on with the story! Enjoy!!
Chapter 3
Hermione was distracted the whole walk up to the third floor. Her mind was in turmoil and she couldn't decide which emotion to express. She was disappointed that she wouldn't get to stay in Gryffindor with her friends, livid that she had to room with Malfoy, excited to be walking through the familiar halls again, and a bit nervous because she could hear Malfoy following her, his foot steps a short distance behind her.
She found the portrait McGonagall had spoke of, gave the password to the couple in the boat and walked into the room. There she stopped, all other emotions set aside as she admired the common room. It was big, but not too big. There was a roaring fireplace, a large gold and green rug in front of it, surrounded by a pale cream sofa and large arm chair, each holding several fluffy, red and silver pillows. The wall opposite the portrait hole was entirely covered in large windows and pushed up to them was a large wooden table and chairs, perfect for studying. The last wall, held three doors. She assumed one lead to each of their rooms and one to the bathroom.
She was jostled out of her musings as someone ran into her from behind. She stumbled forward a step, whirling to glare at Malfoy.
“Do you mind?”
He shrugged, “Not really. If you'd left enough room for me to actually get into the room too I wouldn't have run into you. It's your own fault really.”
She glared at him as his eyes swept around the room, obviously impressed with what he saw. She was going to kill him, it was starting to feel like an unavoidable outcome. There was no way she was going to make it through this year with him around and remain sane.
His gaze returned to her, “Really, Granger, I know I'm fascinating and you clearly have an obsession with me, but do you have to stare so blatantly?”
“Oh, get over yourself, Malfoy. You only wish I was obsessed with you.”
Her breath stopped as he grinned wickedly, taking a step towards her as he wiggled his eyebrows, “Maybe I do, Granger... Maybe I do.”
Hermione blinked at him. He didn't really mean that. Did he? She didn't know how to react to this side of him. He couldn't really be flirting with her. He was only doing it to get a reaction out of her, she told herself. Her brain worked furiously, normally she would get angry at a comment like that. Which must be what he wanted. She wasn't going to give him what he wanted.
“That's a pity,” she said softly, trying to school her features into mock sorrow. “Because it's never going to happen. You're not worth my time.”
Anger flashed briefly behind his blue eyes. She gave him a smug smile, turned and walked to the nearest bedroom door and entered.
She closed the door and leaned back on it, eyes shut, exhaling slowly. Holy, that had been nerve wracking. She needed to come up with a way of dealing with Malfoy that didn't leave her nerves frazzled. Since avoiding him seemed highly unlikely, she'd just have to learn how to cope.
She turned her attention to the room she found herself in. It was decorated nicely in rich red's and gold's. She must have entered the room meant for her. Thank Merlin for that! She could only imagine her humiliation at having to exit and make her way to the other room if she'd entered the wrong one.
Hermione moved to her trunk and started unpacking.
---**---
Draco stared at the door she had just closed a little longer. Not worth her time? He couldn't believe how angry that one short sentence had made him. Angry enough that he'd let it show, a true emotion, not his normal haughty disdain. It infuriated him that she thought he wasn't worth it, as if she was somehow better than him. Not worth her time? Oh, he was going to make her fall so hard for him she'd be begging for his time. And once that happened he would drop her without a care in the world, leaving her broken and alone. Not worth her bloody time?
He stormed into the room he assumed was the second bedroom. He stopped short and watched in amazement, as the white walls, bedding and decor flooded with colour the second he stepped across the door frame. Everything turned luxurious shades of green and silver.
He had to admit he was impressed. He'd wondered, for all of a second, how she had known which room was meant to be hers, but this explained it. She hadn't. The rooms weren't assigned to one or the other of them until they'd actually walked into them.
He chuckled. How funny would it have been though, if she'd marched into the wrong room. He would have loved to see the look on her face. Draco let out a sigh, as his anger dissipated with the image of her embarrassment in his mind. If he was going to make this work he couldn't lose his temper. He needed to work on staying calm around her, that was the first step.
Draco looked at his trunk that had appeared shortly after the room had suffused with colour. Then he looked at the bed. It looked too inviting. He'd unpack tomorrow. He quickly stripped off everything but his boxers and climbed between the sheets, pulled a pillow under his head and was asleep within minutes.
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Hermione sat up suddenly in bed. Something had woken her, a noise, but it couldn't be what she'd thought she'd heard. She peered around the dawn lit room, straining her ears, trying to make out any noise she could. She heard a door close somewhere outside her bedroom. Malfoy must be up. Maybe that's what she'd heard, just some random noise he'd been making.
No, there it was again! There was no mistaking it now that she was fully awake. She heard a baby crying. She leapt out of bed and ran to her door, wrenching it open. The sound stopped.
She took a few slow steps into the common room, listening carefully. Nothing but silence greeted her ears.
“Lose something, Granger?”
Hermione spun around to find Malfoy watching her curiously. She barely registered the fact that he must have just been in the shower, his skin wet and a towel wrapped around his hips.
“Didn't you hear that?” she asked.
He arched a brow at her, “Hear what? You running out of your room like a heard of elephants? Yeah, I heard that.”
“No, the baby?”
“Baby? Granger, what baby?” he said, confusion clouding his features.
Hermione frowned, “You didn't hear a baby crying?”
He was looking at her like she was crazy, “No, Granger... I didn't hear a baby. Probably because there's no baby here for me to hear.”
“I could have sworn I heard-”
“Look, Granger, there's no baby. It was probably just a dream you had about having one of the Weasel's brats.”
“Then how do you explain the fact that I heard it again after I'd woken up?” she said, starting to get testy.
He shrugged, “Wishful thinking? Isn't that your deepest wish? To be surrounded by crying red haired rug rats?”
“Is that all you think I'm good for, Malfoy, popping out kids?” she retorted, putting her hands on her hips. It was too early for this.
“Well, I'd like to think you're good at what happens before the kids pop out too. Care to find out?” he drawled, letting his voice drop.
“What?” her eyes widened in shock. It was definitely too early for this. “No! That's just-... Gross!”
She suddenly became fully aware of his attire, or lack thereof. Before she could stop herself, she found her eyes giving him a once over.
His brow rose as she met his gaze again, “You don't look that grossed out. Like what you see, Granger?”
A blush stained her cheeks. She did, but she would never in a million years admit it. Especially to him. Besides, this was Malfoy! He hated her. She hated him. So what if his skin was perfectly smooth and his abs were well defined? His personality was enough to turn anyone away. Even the desperate, she thought dryly.
“You do, don't you? See, I knew you were obsessed with me.”
Shit, she hadn't given him an answer. She'd just stood there blushing like a love struck moon calf.
“As if. You're scarring my retina's, Malfoy, go put some clothes on.”
His eyes narrowed and she felt better. More in control again. She moved to walk past him, only to have him step suddenly into her path. She had to step back a half step to stop herself from running into his bare chest.
“I'd be careful what you say, Granger,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “That almost sounded like an order... and I don't take orders from anyone.”
“Well, you'd better learn how to,” she said, raising her hand to poke him in the chest.
He caught her wrist, “Are you gonna make me?”
Hermione shivered, his voice had been barely more than a whisper. It had sounded deadly, yet sinful. She didn't want to think about what he was implying. She focused on her wrist instead, the one he was currently holding in a vice grip.
“Let go,” she said, her own voice steely.
“Is that another order, Granger?”
“Yes!” she hissed, using all her force to pull her hand from his grasp. “Now, if you don't mind, I am going to go shower.”
As she stepped around him, he leaned in close. “I warmed it up for you,” he whispered near her ear.
Hermione felt her face flame. She walked to the bathroom as quickly as she could without seeming panicked. What was he playing at? His emotional roller coaster was giving her whiplash and she still didn't know how to react when he started flirting. Was he flirting? Or was he just trying to get a rise out of her? She tried to think back to anytime she'd seen him interact with his friends. Realizing she didn't know how he acted around his friends gave her pause. She knew how he acted around Harry, Ron and herself. They'd all been bitter rivals for so long the angry interactions seemed normal. What if what she was experiencing was his attempt at burying the animosity between them?
She scoffed. That was laughable. Malfoy, trying to be friendly? She couldn't imagine what that would look like, and even if he was trying, he was doing a poor job of it. She rubbed her wrist where he'd grabbed it, it was still sore and she wouldn't be surprised if a bruise formed.
Turning on the water, Hermione pulled off her pyjamas and stepped into the hot spray. It hadn't taken long for the water to get warm, which had her trying to force Draco's last words from her mind.
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“Hermione!” Ginny waved at her, motioning her over.
“Hey Gin,” she said as she plopped onto the seat beside the red head.
Her eyes quickly looked to the Slytherin table. Malfoy hadn't been in the dorm when she had finished in the bathroom, she assumed he'd gone to breakfast already. Sure enough, there he was, sitting with Maya again. The little girl was talking animatedly about something and Malfoy kept smiling at her.
Just as Hermione was about to look away and get her food, Malfoy looked up, straight at her. He stared at her for a second, then gave her a subtle wink. She felt her face start to heat up, as he turned his attention back to Maya, a smirk on his face. Oh, the nerve of him!
“So, I take it your first night rooming with Malfoy didn't go so well?”
Hermione turned her attention to Ginny, trying to tamp down her rising anger, “I'm sorry, what?”
“You were looking at him like you wanted to murder him-”
“I do.”
Ginny chuckled, “That bad, eh?”
“Merlin, Ginny, you have no idea!” Hermione said. “He's the most self-absorbed arse I've ever met. I honestly don't know how I'm going to get through this year if I have to live with him. I mean, working with him is going to be bad enough, but I feel like I can't get away from him!”
“I wish you'd been put in my dorm too,” Ginny said, “but you can still come visit and study in Gryffindor. It's not like you've been banned from the house all together.”
Hermione smiled, reaching for the eggs. Ginny always seemed to know what to say to make Hermione see reason. It was true. She wasn't trapped with Malfoy. There were other places she could go to get away from him. Gryffindor tower, the library, here at her house table. Maybe things would work out better than she had started to fear.
“Thanks, Gin. That's just what I needed to hear.”
“No problem!” Ginny smiled. “Now, tell me everything about your dorm! Is it big? What's your room like? Do you share a bathroom? You're so lucky- other than the Malfoy part- you're the first person to stay in the brand new Heads dormitory.”
Hermione chuckled, shaking her head, “It's really wonderful actually. We can go see it on break. It's big, but cozy at the same time. And the windows look out towards the lake, it's a gorgeous view.”
“Oh, I'd love to see it!” Ginny chirped. “Can we sneak into Malfoy's room? We can-”
Hermione was about to tell her that she didn't think that was a good idea, but someone beat her to it.
“You'll do no such thing, Red,” said a cold voice from behind them.
Hermione and Ginny spun on their seats, coming face to face with a leering Malfoy.
“Granger, if you let this red haired witch anywhere near my room, you will not like the consequences.”
“Are you threatening me, Malfoy?” Hermione countered.
“Not really, just informing you that I will be setting up wards and should any of your friends cross those wards, the outcome will affect you. I'm thinking you would look rather intriguing with green and red hair.”
“You wouldn't dare!” she said, even though she was pretty sure he would.
“Are you willing to risk it?” he asked, raising a brow as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Hermione grit her teeth, “What do you want, Malfoy? You can't have come over here just to eavesdrop on our conversation.”
He scoffed, “As much as I'd love to hear about how much you loved seeing my naked chest this morning, you're right. I didn't come over to eavesdrop. McGonagall has our time tables, she wants to meet with us after breakfast to discuss the new class.”
She could have killed him, right then and there. She saw Ginny's eyes get as big as saucers when Malfoy mentioned the state of dress he'd been in when she stumbled upon him earlier. She felt her face going scarlet. She wasn't going to focus on that. She needed to give him an answer, not wanting another repeat of this morning when he'd pointed out her inability to respond. She took a deep breath, forcing all the malice she was feeling into her next words.
“Fine, Malfoy. I'll be there.”
She then turned and went back to her eggs, hoping he would take the hint and leave. He must have because Ginny whirled back around and gaped at Hermione.
“What was that?” she demanded.
Hermione sighed, “What was what, Gin? It was just Malfoy being Malfoy.”
“No. No, it wasn't. I've watched you guys interact with him for years, 'Mione. Never, in all those years, has he ever said anything that could be construed as sexual or intimate in any way regarding you. So, I'll ask again... What was that? And why was he naked this morning?”
“Honestly, Ginny. He wasn't naked! He had a towel on. He'd just come out of the shower. I heard a baby crying so I had run out of my room, I barely noticed what he was wearing. As to why he would bring it up? I have no idea. He's been saying similar things since we got off the train. The only thing I can come up with is that he's trying to not be such a jerk this year. Since we have to work- and live- together maybe he thought it'd be worth the effort to try being civil. Though clearly he is out of practice because he isn't doing a very good job.”
“You heard a baby crying?” Ginny said, a confused look on her face.
“What? Oh. Yes. It woke me up this morning. Malfoy didn't hear anything though, so I have no explanation for that.”
Ginny shook her head slowly, “My brain already hurts. I don't envy you the year you're going to have. Living with Malfoy? Hearing babies? When you start seeing dancing purple ponies, let me know? So I can check you into St. Mungo's.”
“That's not even funny, Gin!” Hermione exclaimed, laughing despite herself. “It's been less than 24 hours since we got here and I already feel crazy, it might actually happen.”
“Or Malfoy will end up dead,” Ginny teased.
Hermione exhaled as she gave a small chuckle, “The thought's already crossed my mind, Ginny, more than once.”
Ginny reached over and gave her an encouraging hug, “Don't worry, if it comes to that, I'll help you hide the body.”
Hermione laughed again, “Thanks, Ginny.”
“Anytime, now let's eat! You wouldn't want to be late for classes on your first day would you?”
No, she wouldn't. Hermione turned to her eggs, now in a much better mood and hastily finished her meal before she had to go up to the head table to meet McGonagall.
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Draco was back at the Slytherin table, contemplating Granger's reaction. She'd blushed such a brilliant shade of red when he'd mentioned what happened earlier. Maybe it wouldn't be as hard as he'd thought, making her want him. Not physically at least. There were still some major road bumps he had to get over though, but he was feeling more confident. Having her be physically attracted to him was a good starting point. He grinned, the image of her blushing to her roots imprinted in his brain and Weasley's face had been priceless.
“Do you like her?”
Draco had forgotten all about Maya, who was still sitting beside him. He looked down at her, “Like who?”
“That girl, the one who was on the platform with Hagrid last night?”
“I-... Why would you ask if I like her?”
“You've been staring at her for the last five minutes.”
“Oh.” Shit. He hadn't meant to. Silently cursing himself, he hoped no one else had noticed. “I don't-” Draco paused, maybe he could use this opportunity too. His brain worked furiously. Could he somehow get Maya to talk to Granger, convince her that he was 'different', that he'd 'changed'. Maybe. It was worth shot. “I don't want anyone to know. Okay, Maya?”
“Why?”
“Because we haven't always gotten along, her and I, and a lot of people wouldn't approve. Her friends would try to stop it, if they knew. She doesn't even know, that I like her... yet. But you'd be willing to help me out, right?”
Maya's eyes lit up, “Oh, yes! What do you want me to do?”
Draco grinned. This little urchin certainly had taken a liking to him. Which was perfect. That way whatever she told Granger would be the truth. “Nothing really. Nothing major anyway. I'll just ask you one small favour.”
Maya nodded eagerly, waiting on tenterhooks to find out what he wanted from her.
“She's Head Girl, so you're going to have to deal with her at one point or another, talk to her about things. I only ask that you tell her nice things about me. But don't tell her I like her, okay? But if you put in a good word with her, it may start to bring her around. She may start to realize I'm not a bad guy, like she remembers.”
“You're not a bad guy, Draco,” Maya said frowning. “You've been nothing but nice to me since I got off the train. I only have good things to say about you, so I can help! I'll help you get her to like you back! Promise!”
Draco smiled, “Thanks, Maya.”
He felt the smallest pang of quilt. Up until that moment, he hadn't told Maya a single lie. He pushed the feeling away. It wasn't completely untrue. He did want Granger to like him and he did want Maya to have only nice things to say about him. He found he was enjoying the fact that Maya looked up to him so wholeheartedly. She didn't doubt a single thing that he said. She even genuinely seemed to like him and enjoy his company. A feeling Draco was not that familiar with, but found he liked. Maybe that's why he felt a little bad about lying to her. Everything else had been true, he just didn't actually like Granger.
He looked back over at the Gryffindor table. She was laughing at something Ginny had said. She looked nice when she laughed. She looked happy. He suddenly decided that would be one of his goals. He needed to make her laugh. If he could make her laugh, she'd start to associate laughter and happiness with him, which would only make his job easier.
What made Granger laugh? Realizing he had no idea, Draco scowled. In order to make her laugh, he needed to know what she liked, what she found funny. Bloody hell! He was actually going to have to get to know her, at least a little, if he wanted that part of his plan to succeed. Was it worth it?
He heard her clear laughter ring out from across the hall. He sighed. She valued being happy enough that this would never work if he didn't try to make her happy when she was around him. So yes, it would be worth it.
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