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Hermione Reparo	By : Kit_Stella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20416 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 3: Friends?
The next time they met, was on Hallow’s eve. The whole school was enjoying what seemed to be a very festive Halloween party, but yet again, Hermione wasn’t in the right mood for it. She hadn’t even tried to keep Ronald from going. He had very much pissed her off that evening. When she showed him her Morticia Adams costume, he had the least of desired reactions. A couple of days before, she had explained to him who her character was and how the muggle-borns at Hogwarts would recognise her straight away with her long black dress, heavy black make-up around the eyes and long black straightened hair. So when came that evening, whilst Hermione was adding the final touch to her costume – blood red lipstick – Ron entered the common room and called for her.
“Mione, check out the costume.”
She turned around to Ron in full nobleman costume, looking very elegant if it wasn’t for the thin red line around his throat. Seeing as she looked quite confused, he said:
“I’m nearly headless Nick”! Before she was able to answer anything, the real ghost popped up out of the nearby wall looking quite upset.
“Of all the nerve of you, Mr Wesley! One could only hope that if he was to be imitated by such-such an imbecile, said imbecile would have had the decency to look up the proper era for the clothing” and with that indeed, Hermione noticed that Ron was in fact off by a couple of centuries. Every Gryffindor knew (for Sir Nick was there to remind them) that he had in fact lived in the fifteenth century, whereas Ron’s costume resembled something more out of the late nineteenth century. She couldn’t help but giggle discreetly behind her hand, but unfortunately Ron had noticed and was feeling quite vehement after being mocked by a ghost.
“That’s funny, is it, Hermione?” his tone seething pure animosity, “And, what are you supposed to be dressed-up as? Mmh? A bloody death-eater?”
Harry, who was working on his dragon-tamer costume next to them overheard and his eyes shot from Ron to Hermione. Always being the one to fix any problems between his two friends he quickly stepped in:
“Ron, mate,” he said, turning Ronald by his shoulders to have his full attention “don’t go there, it’s a muggle thing, if-”
However, before he was able to finish, Ron was already headed towards the door to the common room. Harry started calling after him but Hermione held him back by the arm:
“Don’t, Harry. You know how he can be hot headed. He’ll calm down in a bit, just leave it…” she said, trying to be the adult whilst at the same time doing her best to hold back her tears. She knew how the man she loved could react, and whilst she wanted to love him for his passion – although she resented not being on the receiving end of said passion, say sexually – she could do without such harsh words being spoken to her.
“Hermione,” Harry said softly, “I’m sorry he’s like this…I feel like with Fred and…well, he’s a bit more sensitive.” He gave her a hug, then held her at arms length and said “Let’s go have fun at this party Mrs. Adams!”
She smiled kindly and replied:
“You know what, I just remembered I forgot something at the library this afternoon, why don’t you go on ahead and I’ll join you later?”
“Hermione” Harry replied in full best friend mode, “Please, don’t be upset, listen, if you would like I could stay and”
Before he could add anything Hermione, raised her hand and stopped him:
“No, really Harry, don’t worry, everything’s fine, I just want to make sure no one has borrowed the book I started reading.” Hermione said, doing her best to hide her emotions behind her little white lie.
Harry wasn’t convinced, but at that exact moment Ginny arrived in the common room, and with that his jaw fell. She had told him her costume had to do with dragons, but little did he know the vixen was going to opt for a sexy dragon body paint number, so he couldn’t take his eye’s off her.
“Uh, ok Hermione, if you’re sure…Hey Ginny, over here!” He said whilst he trotted over to the beautiful redhead.
Hermione watched him join Ginny and leave towards the party. She followed through the door to the common room, only, she wasn’t headed to the party but the opposite direction, to the library.
Once she arrived, knowing that the whole school would be at the party, she couldn’t hold it in anymore and sobbed loudly. Like a crazy person she kept walking through the aisles grabbing a book here and there until she finally dropped them all on a heap at her favourite desk overlooking the forbidden forest. Something about its darkness and the rain pelting against the window was comforting to her. In a way, it made sense; the weather was finally in tune with how she was feeling. She was in such a state that she didn’t notice the coat or bag hanging off the chair across the table from hers. It was only some time later that she heard footsteps approaching and braced herself for the arrival of Madam Pince. But as she heard the footsteps getting nearer she realized that it wasn’t the rapid clicking of Madam Pince’s old-fashioned heels, but rather a slightly heavier, firm step.

When he finally rounded the corner behind her, Draco couldn’t see her face at first. All he saw was long dark hair and a long gown to go with it and from his looming perspective a pretty decent décolleté to top it off. He cleared his throat and whilst he approached he said:
“Well, well, well, I didn’t realize I had company.” A grin was making it’s way to his face but it fell as soon as she looked up from her book.
“Granger?!?” Draco all but squeaked out “What in bloody hell are you doing here?” he said, his flirtatious tone changing immediately. He was feeling quite conflicted at this point. First of all, it was the second time that Hermione Granger had surprised him in a moment when he was sure he was alone. Also, he couldn’t get over how she looked. Gone was the scrawny puffy-haired teen, here was a beautiful woman with a gorgeous figure from which he just couldn’t rip his eyes. This look was doing a number on him that he wasn’t sure he was comfortable with. So he just stood there, and waited foolishly.
“I – I didn’t want to go to the party” she started in an almost apologetic tone and then, as if something clicked in her she wore her best scowl and retorted “What’s it to you anyway, just leave me alone.”
Ah, now there’s the Hermione Granger he knew. She had been crying, he noticed, best not let her know her makeup had made itself a fair way down her cheek – making her look like a sexy little panda – or he would probably earn himself another punch in the face. Personally, he was quite happy to make sure that never happened again. But that look she was giving him, stirred something in him. It triggered a memory of the previous years when he would thrive at baiting her and seeing how easily he could wind her up. Well, her and her friends pottyhead and weasel. But, honestly, mostly her. Things had changed since that time, indeed, but he felt a pull within compelling him to go for some light teasing.
“Well, actually, Granger” he started as he headed to his seat across from her “I was just about to make myself comfortable…I was here first, you see” he said raising his arms, exaggerating his movements, while seating himself oh so elegantly.
If possible, Hermione looked even more furious. She huffed and returning her eyes to her book. Meanwhile, Draco’s eyes hadn’t left her. Apparently she had dressed up as some sort of dark suggestive goddess for the party downstairs but her plans had changed. Good for Draco, he was quite enjoying getting such an eyeful. It wasn’t every day that Granger looked, well, so stunning. There was that time at the Yule Ball where she was the talk of the school but back then she was better described as pretty. With her pink dress and hair done up, the bookworm had turned into a pretty girl, but at this very moment, what Draco eye’s were feasting on could only be described as a downright sexy woman. Draco’s eye’s trailed from her feet up. She wore dark high heels and a long black dress with a slit that ended high on her thigh showing off her flawless pale legs. The dress was very tight and clearly showed that Granger had become a fit yet pleasantly curvy woman and a hot one at that. Finally, the dress had a v-shaped collar line that finished between her breasts.
Draco caught himself picturing that they were the right size to fit in his hand and surely even just perfect to motorboat the hell out of them! Wait, what? Where did that come from? Focus, man! He thought to himself.
Meanwhile, he clearly must have been gawking because Hermione suddenly cleared her throat taking him out of his trance-like state. He looked up to realize that her eyes were shooting daggers at him. She looked so mad and that just added to her incredible sexiness. She was about to start saying something so, acting quickly; he said the first thing that came to mind:
“Nice dress.” There, he thought, as a smirk made it’s way across his face.
Her eye’s squinted a bit, as if she was trying to assess him, not sure yet how to react.
“It suits you well”. He added. Unsure why. It could have had something to do with the firewhiskey he had been drinking on his way from his room.
She looked at him, more and more sceptical as to why he was saying such things.
“Are you taking the piss out on me?” she said now fuming “Because I’m not sure you want me to punch you again, ferre-”
“Wow, relax, Granger, for fuck’s sake, is that how you always take compliments?” Draco replied immediately.
She seemed to compose herself, with difficulty of course, but she was trying her best to keep a good front. Why, Draco was at a loss for any valid reasons. It’s not like she had to prove anything to him. She was the Gryffindor princess for crying out loud. A war hero. The general public worshipped the floor she walked upon.
“Sorry, I wasn’t sure if you were serious or not…” She let her phrase dim out, like she didn’t really know where she was going with her thoughts. Well, she was in fact apologizing to Draco Malfoy. She seemed so lost. Draco could relate. Oh, he could so relate.
With that, he reached for his coat pocket and took out his flask of firewhiskey. He extended his arm and put it in front of her on the desk in between them. She looked up and saw him gesture that she could help herself. A lot was going on that wasn’t being said and it seemed that he understood exactly what she needed right then and there. It was not only a peace offering, but also the only form of comfort he thought he could give her at that moment. He didn’t understand why but he felt like a pulling inside him, compelling him to find a way to ease her obvious pain. She clearly wasn’t in a good place and was suffering. Something Draco could relate to, that was probably it. Here he was, the first seventeen years of his life he had been brought up to believe one thing and now, all that was a lie and something that he was to reject and follow a complete different path. On most days, feeling lost and without a place in the world was what could best describe his situation. Draco was pleased to see her accept his offering as she reached for the flask. With just the slightest hesitation she unscrewed the top and took a large swig at it. Draco eyebrows shot up at that. A smile started playing with his features as he watched her lips press together in reaction to the burning sensation. Wait, why was he staring at her lips?
“I’m not really used to compliments, sorry about that.” She said after a while ripping him away from his train of thought.
“You have got to be kidding me” Draco replied with a huff. “You can’t dress like that and not get any compliments.” He added as Hermione’s eyes shot up to his in disbelief. Hell, his comment shocked even him. Where oh where had his firewhiskey decided to take him this evening? And just what was that on her cheeks? She was blushing! Draco Malfoy had gotten Hermione Granger to blush. He would have liked another swig from his flask but Granger seemed to have become quite fond of it and had it comfortably nestled on her lap as she fiddled with the lid, waiting for her blush to dissipate.
“Assuredly even Weasley can’t disagree with that.” Draco huffed. He knew the both of them had been an item since after the battle. He read the news, although he never really cared about it before.
He must have hit a sensitive spot because she took two big gulps from the flask and set it back on the table. Draco immediately reached to grab it back selfishly and with a slight shake he realized it was more than half empty. He looked up at her as he sneered. She was playing now with her hands in her lap, her eyes lowered.
“Well, he actually said I looked like a death eater.” She replied, her voice laced with hurt and sadness.
“What? He said that? He’s absolutely mad, that one is! I mean, one look at you and – phew” he exclaimed. Then, he raised an eyebrow and partly in an effort to shock her into a change of mood because he wasn’t comfortable seeing her this glum, he added “Granger, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were fishing for compliments.” He said, much more boldly than he felt. He had cowered away too often as a child, now, at eighteen, he would not let that happen anymore. Especially not when a gorgeous, vulnerable woman was in front of him, whomever said woman might be.
“I wasn’t…I….thanks.” she said softly. Her blush slowly disappeared, as she looked him straight in the eyes. They locked eyes for the most intense stare down. Even if it only lasted a couple of seconds they both felt their hearts beat faster. After what seemed like an eternity, Hermione’s eyes went to one of her books on the table, which she opened and started pouring herself into. With a lack of anything better to do at that moment but enjoying just being in the company of someone else (beat being alone even if it did mean to hang with a Gryffindor) Draco also picked one of the books she had brought along and started reading. They remained like that until late and it was Hermione who was the first to get up to leave.
Before doing so she remained by the desk and seemed to hesitate for a bit.
“Thank you for the compliment” she said softly and, fuelled by the firewhiskey they previously shared, she bent down to give him a quick peck on the cheek.
Without warning, Draco grasped her wrist, keeping her from standing back upright. Her breath picked up and he could feel her reach for her wand. Her face stayed by his whilst he leaned closer to her ear and whispered:
“I was only telling you the truth. I am not that kind of friend, Granger” he replied as he slowly moved from near her ear to face her, his mouth mere centimetres from hers. He wanted to make her squirm but he didn’t expect the sound of her soft whimper to have such an effect on him, so he immediately let go of her arm. She maintained his stare for another couple of seconds and then turned and left.
Draco remained another couple of minutes, his thoughts fighting their way through quidditch, Filch, Dumbledore in a bathing costume and his aunt Bellatrix’s cackle. When he was finally able to get up, he left for the Slytherin dungeons however, something had changed. It was the beginning of a very different path for Draco Malfoy. He was starting to realize that 1. Granger was a fine woman and his body seemed to react quite positively to her and 2. With his last remark he basically stated that he found her hot, something he had never suspected would happen.

When she had gotten back to the common room Ronald had been waiting for her, having come back from the party completely sloshed and feeling very stupid for pushing her away. He apologized for acting like such a git and was adorable for the next couple of days. By the way Harry was keeping an eye on them, Hermione couldn’t help but think that he had probably had a chat with Ron and set things straight.
Meanwhile, Hermione noticed that a certain Slytherin wasn’t very present most of the time. He arrived just as the bell rang to class and never stayed around to chat even with the other people in his house. Speaking of which, it was rare to see him during meals. Hermione caught herself wondering what he was up to, more than once.
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