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Red Cockatiel Feathers	By : PhoenixAshSecrets Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Don't call me Hermione!"
"That's your name! What do you want from me?"
"Well," Hermione began, "I think for starters, I'd like for you to leave me alone." Draco rolled his eyes and lied back on the grass. They were having a picnic in the garden, as per the schedule. Hermione had concluded several hours ago that both their mothers were mentally ill. All day her frustration with Draco Malfoy had been rising, but the mothers insisted that they just spend more time together. Did they think she'd eventually become immune to his unflattering personality?
"I can't leave any easier than you can. I didn't ask to have lunch out here with you either. Can't we just agree to get along? We have six days until September 1, not including the rest of today." How was it so easy for him? She didn't want to deal with him at all. She felt as if being nice to him now would somehow be forgiving him for his four years of needless bullying that he had inflicted upon her.
A little part of her admitted he had a point. If they could just be decent to one another, the week would go by much faster. Their mothers wouldn't go as crazy on them, and altogether there would be fewer complications.
"Maybe, but only if you apologize."
"Alright. I'm sorry for calling you a- that name. And I'm sorry for making fun of your house elf group. And for teasing your friends."
She was surprised she had said he was sorry at all- but he had specified without prompting. If she was ever going to accept an apology from him, it would be now. She smiled victoriously.
"You're only saying it because you have to, but I appreciate the effort. We can agree to be decent for just this week." Both of them were secretly relieved that their last days of summer would not be ruined, as of this agreement.
As Hermione had suspected, the next few days went by much faster when they got along.
Hermione would write letters to her muggle parents, and Draco would send them off with his Eagle Owl when she finished. They would sit next to each other on Draco's bed reading (Hermione was shown the Manor library after dinner on that first day) and occasionally sketching. They even talked, when the situation permitted it. Hermione would complain about Draco's over-controlling parents, while Draco enjoyed explaining pureblood manners and traditions to her, which she only knew a little about.
As much as Hermione didn't want to admit it, their mothers' plot worked...sort of. They weren't interested in romance- at least, Hermione knew she wasn't- but they had become friends. Good friends, actually. A kind of friendship very different from her friendship with Harry, or even Ron. It was a friendship that formed from working towards a common goal and finding that they naturally meshed well together.
It was Saturday, August 30th. They had finished dinner an hour ago. Hermione had made herself comfortable in Draco's bed, under a pile of blankets.
"Hey babe, you got a letter."
Hermione poked her head out, frizzy hair wild as ever. She chuckled almost soundlessly.
"I swear, if Ron ever heard you call me that..." Hermione said playfully as she took the letter he was holding out for her. "He'd murder you." Draco had joked many times about only using pet names with her since she had exclaimed once 'Don't call me Hermione!'. She would always laugh a little and now it was a habit.
"You don't have to be babe. Dear, darling, milady, sweetheart... We have all sorts of options."
As Hermione examined the letter, she saw the address was from her muggle parents, and excitedly began to open it.
"And Ron would murder us both for any of them. He wouldn't get it even if we explained it a million times." She put the envelope on the endtable beside her and read as they continued talking.
"Well I'm not going to stop being myself around you because of Weasley." Draco finished, and didn't say anymore so as to not disrupt her reading.
The letter from Hermione's parents was very much like her own. They told her they missed her and loved her dearly, and would appreciate the visit she had offered. They also said they'd bring all her school things she had left to King's Cross station for her on the 1st of September. She smiled, glad to know she'd see her parents and Crookshanks soon. Her cockatiel was nice enough, but it was not her cat.
"Everything's alright with them." Hermione announced happily. "They're going to bring my things at the Station on Monday."
"That's good," Draco agreed. He sat beside her on the bed, and tried to calm her hair. He found that it was more stubborn than she was and quickly gave up. Hermione smiled a little and sat up.
"I'm glad we decided to get along. I suppose we're friends now."
"You suppose? I hated you, but I know we're friends. You're surprisingly nice." He then kissed her on the check, and Hermione felt her cheeks turn garnet.
"What'd you do that for?" She said, grabbing his face and kissing him square on the lips before he could answer. He pushed her away, much to her embarrassment.
"Do you like me?" he asked, trying to figure out what had just happened.
"Yes. No! No, I like Ron. Wait, don't- I didn't say that." She was very confused with herself now. She had no idea what had compelled her to kiss him.
"I'm not going to tease you for liking Weasley, if that's what you're worried about. He probably returns the feeling. Maybe it'll work out. They're considered blood-traitors, so it's not likely, but you never know."
"Yeah, maybe," she said, uncertain.
It was silent for a minute, and the pair refused to make eye contact. Finally, boldly, Draco reached his arms around her waist. They both leaned in and their lips met again. This time they weren't nearly as clean or careful or contained. When they separated, they felt the same warm, frantic rush.
"We're just friends. " Hermione assured, wiping off the excess saliva on her mouth with her hand. "We can't be more than friends. When you really think about it, this is all happening so quickly. We hardly know what we're doing. I mean, you're still you, and I'm still me. We can't- we just can't." She pulled away his arms from her and shook her head, as if to signify that was the end of it.
"Of course we're not going to end up together. But I think we can still admit that we like each other a little. You're gorgeous and smart and very caring. And I-" he bit his lip, thinking for a second. "I don't know what I am, but you just kissed me twice so I think that's worth something."
"Don't act like you don't think you're the best creature to walk this earth."
"I don't. I'm not that self absorbed. What I was saying is, we still can be friends without pushing away our feelings. We can still like each other without agreeing to get married. We'd never last if we did anyways."
Why did he always seem to have a good point? Maybe he didn't even have a point, she couldn't actually tell. She did know, however, that her feeling of warm adrenaline coursing through her veins was not going away. She wanted his words to be true so badly.
"Right... As long as it's clear we're nothing more than friends."
Hermione closed her eyes, trying to separate herself from the reality she had gotten herself into. When that still didn't work, she just let herself kiss him again. She just embraced it, she unbuttoned his dark shirt like she wanted to. She let him slide his hands up her own shirt and pull it off. She was sure she had never felt better when Draco told her how gorgeous she was while feeling up her thigh.
Somehow she managed to justify it. They had an unusual relationship brought on by an unusual circumstance; it wasn't really their fault. Falling asleep half-naked and cuddled with Draco Malfoy was not her fault.
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