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Maybe	By : dragonhide Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3918 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Fucking hell” they breathed out in unison.

Chapter 4

“I…you were shaking and I thought maybe you were having a fit or something, so I turned you over and I was just getting you something for your head, it’s all I had, and I’m sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you” he sounded like a small child with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

She looked at him with such puzzlement. He started to laugh, and then his head pounded. Putting his fingers to his temples he began to rub.   .



“A bit hung-over, have any juice” he asked politely .this was going to be easier than he thought.

She jumped up and began rubbing her arms; when had it gotten chilly? “Sure it’s in the kitchen, come on I’ll get…” she stared at him, trying to sort out his intentions. Suddenly all the emotions and events of the summer struck her.

“Why the fuck are you here?” she was shouting before she could stop herself.

“I told you I was just trying to help…you were…”Draco stammered in confusion.

Before he could finish she was poking him in the chest “”YOU you’re the reason…..…HELP ME? Do I look like I require the “Great Malfoy’s” help?”” He quirked an eyebrow at her; bewilderment obvious in his magnum eyes, but she just kept going.

“”I didn’t think so, so why has the ferret come crawling back, no good to Voldemort anymore eh? Thought you’d waltz up and decide to play for the winning team?”” Why on earth was she saying those things? Hermione had no idea, hadn’t she spent the whole summer wanting this-a chance to talk to him? Here he was right in front of her face, with his stupidly perfect face, and the only thing she wanted to do was break his perfectly stuck up pureblooded nose. She took a deep breath, (hoping to stifle her anger) it wasn’t going away.

Draco drawled mockingly “Listen I don’t know what St Potter told you, but I didn’t kill….”

“”Don’t you dare say his name!” Instantly his wand was in her hand daring him to say something.

He took a deep breath, this was going to be harder than he thought, he just hoped he wouldn’t have to grovel at her feet; he was still a man after all. Before he could think on it too long she was lecturing him again.

””You don’t deserve that breath, you know that don’t you? You you GIANT, SELF PRESERVING, RACIST!! SNEAKY, SLIMEY, SLYTHERING, SLYTHERIN SNAKE!!” Her breast were heaving up and down from her tirade, he nearly grinned at her childlike words. But then he looked up, her eyes were alight with such fire, and massive amounts of electricity were radiating through her. Draco knew that if she said the killing curse (even if she mumbled it under her breath) he would be dead.

He looked down at nothing particular as he ran his hand through his hair. Trying to sound in control he fixed her with his most emotionless face. “”Granger look you must listen for a minute. Sev is counting on me and I’ve…well I’m not going to blow this too. So just shut your know-it-all mouth for a second!”” God this was going so much worse than he imagined.

She glared for a millisecond “”Fine!!” she snapped and walked back into her room. The doors slammed close behind her.

            He threw his hands in the air, great now what was he going to do, whatever spell she’d put on the doors would be pointless to try and break, as mad as she was. Not to mention oh that’s right she still had his damned wand. He leaned over the balcony, and pulled out his silver case, when he did the Daily Prophet fell to the ground. Picking it up he stared at the death notice and told himself it was faked; for the millionth time. He returned it to his back pocket.

Now he definitely needed a smoke.

Meanwhile Hermione was inside pacing while she fumed.

What was he thinking coming here, breaking into her rooms?

The scumbag, you couldn’t just kill—okay--- enable the murder of Dumbledore and show up all nonchalant. “Hey Hermione how goes it, fancy a cup of tea and a chat?” I think not. Damn it!

What was she going to do?

She wished Harry was here he would do what he thought was right and worry what others thought later, which meant never. Too bad that wasn’t her; nope she had to please everyone. Maybe she should owl the boys, no that would only deter them and who knew how long it would take a post owl to find them.

Starring out the double doors watching the smoke rise above his head (when had he picked up that habit, she nearly smiled) maybe she’d been too hard on him. Harry had felt sympathy for him too, and after all hadn’t she wanted this? Maybe she just wanted the chance to make him feel the pain he’d caused her and she was covering it with sympathy. Really could I be anymore fucked up? She thought and then she remembered her dream, No I take the cake for mentally fucked.

Twirling his wand in her hands she still didn’t know why he was here and she wanted to know; but she wanted something else more: to know if he had changed, if he had regrets. That, she desperately needed to know, sighing she spotted the daily prophet sticking out of his back pocket. Suddenly last nights events came back to her.

She threw his wand on the bed thoroughly irritated and began scolding herself.

What was wrong with her? He had just lost his mother and his father (who probably wanted him dead) was free, she was such a wench.

Was she really risking anything listening to him? He was wandless and he’d mentioned that Sev (unfathomable that someone would have a pet name for that man) was counting on him. Recalling what had been said at the last Order meeting; Dumbledore’s picture, while it still hadn’t spoke, kept writing the same five words on a piece of paper—Find Severus, Find My Will----

Hermione decided she needed a shower. She was sweaty from all the pacing and yelling, (not to mention she felt emotionally exhausted) and then she’d hear him out. After all maybe it would help Harry and the Order if he trusted her enough to tell them where Severus was. She took one last look at his hair glowing in the sun that was now overhead and headed for the bath.

            After what seemed like an hour Malfoy heard the click of the handles, he grinned to himself, as he turned to her. She caught the amused look in his eyes.

“What?” She asked haughtily, putting her elbows on the railing surveying those bustling below them.

“Nothing just thought I’d have to wait a lot longer than that and you didn’t bring the potion.   Still I think you’re going soft without Potty and the Weasel to control you.” He looked out the corner of his eye to see if she would take the bait. “Where’s my wand?” he added as an after thought.

“If anyone knows anything about being controlled it’d be you” then he saw her own mischievous smile on her lips. “Actually” she continued “I went down to the post and owled them, they should be here in about twenty minutes with a Decree of Death from the Minister himself. So, if you’d like to say something better get started, you know what a good listener Ron is.” She eyed him evenly. “Obviously you won’t need your wand.”

He stared at her, he couldn’t surmise if she was lying or not, and for Granger that was odd.

Damn her, as if this wasn’t complicated enough now he could very well be on a time frame, may as well go balls out.

“All right Granger you win. I need to get Severus in touch with the Order and access to Hogwarts, it was (how would he say this) the Headmaster’s plan. Severus is the only one who can explain, but he doesn’t seem to think he’d stand a chance.”” Then in his most lofty voice he continued “I personally think he’s wrong” he paused to make sure she was paying attention. “After all look how many times your lot’s let Lucius Malfoy go” he looked pointedly at her, as if she’d pleaded for Lucius’ release with her own breath. “You goody-goodies are so predictable, it’s a wonder you’ve all managed to stay alive for this long.” That he thought to himself is for the tattling, if you’ve really done it. He looked back to the street below and decided he couldn’t help himself. “I don’t blame you for sending you parents on holiday. I wouldn’t trust the ministry with my mum’s life” He saw Hermione’s eyes nearly pop out of her head and he actually had to hold back his laugh, she was still so easy. Even if she had learned to lie, and he thought she had, he waited.

Holy hell, how did he know about her parent’s?

Dumbledore’s plan was to die? Was that what he was saying?

Hadn’t he read the prophet? She assumed that’s why he looked like hell and reeked of tequila.

Obviously he’d seen his father with her yesterday or he wouldn’t be baiting her with it.

Well she wasn’t taking that bait.

“For your information ferret, YOUR father is Head Governor so obviously Snape is going to have access to the school. I don’t know how you know about my parents but as for your mum, you really have no heart you sick bastard! I would think she meant more to you than that.” Raising her eyebrows she looked at his backside. “If I’m not mistaken that’s mine.”

“Oh this, yeah it is” he said lazily as he pulled it from his pocket “You believe this load of rubbish? There’s no way she would do that. She’s faked it to going into hiding. I’d say she must have found out about-never call him my father again- Lucius’ release which obviously the Ministry stands something to gain from.” She eyed him with questions and pity.

“If you’re so sure she’s alive why the outburst downstairs last night” –she leaned towards him and sniffed- “and why the sweet sweet sent of tequila…. if you’re so sure?” she asked in her famous condescending tone. She hoped it sent him over the edge, and he’d be honest, instead of so put together and secure. It was getting annoying how easily he acted as if all was right with his world, and one look at him said otherwise.

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She had a point he looked at her and debated and then looked at his invisibility cloak that was still lying crumpled on the concrete.

Catching his gaze she pressed on “Don’t worry it works, I couldn’t see you. But I’ve heard of things happing like that before and that much raw magical force is usually brought about by adrenaline; which the body puts out when the brain signals intense stress, emotional or otherwise.” Not to mention I’d been smelling you all bloody day.

Her eyes were almost begging him to be honest, begging to be let in his head; telling him with a look that no one could get around her logic. And for a moment he wanted to be honest, wanted her to need that from him. That scared the shit out of him, and now wasn’t the time to go all mushy to fuck up something by expecting her to care, so he opted to be a prick.

“What did you do swallow a dictionary Granger, as for my mum I’m not sure I will find out later today. I’m fairly certain I know where she went, so no need to start feeling all sad for poor little me, just yet.”

Of course avoid at all cost, she should have known that’s what he’d do.

“As for the ‘Head Governor’ comment miss know it all, Sev is in hiding, with no intentions of talking to anyone but the Order. He’s on Voldemort’s hit list too, duh!

And I saw your parent, that’s how I know their on holiday” seeing worry flash in her eyes he added “I’ve been moving around a lot, and I ran across them in a market they looked happy and tan.” He wasn’t lying, well except for the moving around part. But he wasn’t about to tell her where he’d been, because he figured his mother was there now, and if the ministry was coming for him well, he wasn’t going to add ruining her clean get away and handing her back to her abusive bastard of a husband; to the list of fuck ups.

Hermione didn’t know what to say, she wasn’t sure if she believed him about Severus, her parents or his, about any of it.   But it did make sense that Voldemort would want both of them and the Order needed Severus, which sounded like they needed Malfoy.

He could tell she was having a mental debate. “As for my actions, I don’t expect you to understand, but it’s been a long fucked up summer and when I heard you say that…out loud …I didn’t have a chance to think before I felt it, after seeing Lucius free, it was just one thing to many for my cauldron and it boiled over. Sometimes you just need a break from it all….sometimes Granger you need to forget even for the briefest of moments.”

She thought she saw his eyes shining, but he wasn’t looking at her anymore. Well she could keep tabs on him this way, she reasoned, keep him safe and maybe she could find out what lay beneath that perfect façade. Starring at him she knew it would be a challenge to get in his head, but that made her want it even more. Besides she needed something to focus on this coming school year, and Ginny didn’t look like she was going to be much help in that department. Damn her logical side.

“I hope your right, about your mom, about all of it really, for your sake.” She answered without looking at him, she was afraid he would see all the questions in her eyes, and see right through her, to the part that needed him to be right.

“Don’t worry I usually am” he quipped almost teasingly.

When she looked at him he was pulling out his smokes and she was about to ask for one but he beat her to it.

“How did you know?” she asked.

“Perhaps I was simply using my manors.”

“Perhaps, but your manors don’t apply to mudbloods”

“You sound like Lucius and if this was last year you’d be right. But what people would say if they knew the Head Girl, brightest witch of our age Hermione Jane Granger has been smoking like a chimney.” He whistled

“Maybe they’d say, sometimes you just need a break from it all….sometimes you need to forget even for the briefest of moments and the poor dear deserves a break so sod off.” She said meeting his eyes with intensity. “First your father then you how does everyone but me know about the damned Head Girl position?” she was about to put the cigarette to her lips when he grabbed her hand.

His eyes were dark and his whole body tense “I said never EVER call him my father again, I wasn’t kidding Granger.” Suddenly he saw a bit of fear in her eyes and he released her hand.

He turned back toward the railing and whispered in a harsh breath, “I’m not him, I wouldn’t hurt you, I’m not him.”

“That’s funny, he said the same thing to me yesterday.” She waited for his reaction. She hadn’t believe he’d hurt her, but she’d wanted to her him say it and if that didn’t qualify her as fucking basket case she didn’t know what would.

“Yes what exactly was that little exchange” he said in more of a jealous tone than he meant to.

She figured he wasn’t going to let this go (and knowing how boys could be) she told him the details of their conversation and then excused herself to send an owl to tell the boys not to come. However when she came back out and tossed pig into the air (Ron had left him with Hermione while he was gone) He was staring at her. The look in her eyes told him she’d been lying. He figured she was most likely disclosing that he’d contacted her. Nothing to do but wait and see what St. Potter had to say about it.

“What I can’t believe is that you got in his personal space like that, for a second I thought, well I thought maybe you were shagging him.” Draco waited for the fall out. He wasn’t sure why he’d said it, of course he’d been thinking it ever since he’d seen them together. He knew it wasn’t true. He knew she’d mostly likely turn him into something puss colored and seeping for it, but he couldn’t help it. His sick head had a need to know it revolted her as much as him. And she didn’t disappoint.

“What?!!? I had a temporary lack of judgment not a complete memory charm geesh!”

“But it was so weird how he knew exactly what I was thinking.” He looked suspiciously at her “I mean about you, just when I’d realized it wasn’t the same as you taunting me, that you two were completely different, he said just that. Don’t you think it’s odd?” she glanced nervously at him.

He handed her a smoke. “Not really, he’s a very skilled Legilimens, my mother had Sev teach me Occlumency at a very young age, just to keep him out, but I guess it didn’t make much difference, he found other ways in. If you’re going to see him at the feast I should teach you some basics” she looked at him in disbelief.

“I’m not going to let you in my head, I don’t care how ‘endearing’ you find my wit” she snorted.

“Ha Ha, Look I’ve been all of those things you said earlier, with the exception of a Slithering Slytherin Snake, I believe _Prince of_ was the term.” He grinned at her, and she thought how it suited him just as normally as his sneer, and that was odd because she’d never seen it before today.   He lit her smoke and continued.

“I listened to Lucius far too long (look where it got me) and now I’m trying to find something else to listen to. Maybe myself even, although that’s proving to just give me head aches. But my mother always told me this “”you can tell a lot about a man by the way he treats his mother, what he does when he loses, and how he reacts in a tragedy.”’ I never put much thought into it really, but it just came to me, and I think I’ve got at least one of those going for me. My mum always has been the only woman worthy of my devotion.” He took his eyes off her and lit his cigarette.

Hermione was astonished at his honesty and about to tell him she agreed with his mother when he was suddenly all business again.

“So my fate, and well lets face it, if Sev’s right about Dumbledore” he wondered if he’d get away with it “then really the whole muggle loving world is depending on you.”

“uhhh, you are so frustrating” why was he grinning again, oh shit she’d said that out loud. “I ‘d already come to that, and I think it’s best I wait and see if Harry wants to tell the Order or not, if your right about the Ministry and Lucius, well the whole Order knowing would just be plain foolish.” She sighed.

They both finished their fags in a comfortable silence.

“Well now that you’ve decided I’m worthy of air, what about water, I could use a bath.” In their silence Draco had become very aware of his disheveled state and though he’d spelled his pants clean it suddenly felt as though Hermione would know at any moment what had happened.

“I haven’t decided your worthy of anything” she retorted as she walked into her rooms. “Coming?” she called over her shoulder.

Draco grabbed his cloak and continued after her watching her bum until she turned around abruptly.

“Eyes Malfoy their up here”

“One step at a time Granger, I can’t stare at all of you at once.” He smirked threw his invisibility cloak on the bed next to his wand and began undressing as he made his way to the shower room. He didn’t look back, he didn’t have to, he could feel her staring at him.

Draco Malfoy was about to be naked one room over, she had to find something to occupy her thoughts. She grabbed Malattia Genetica off her nightstand and plopped face down on her bed to read. Occasionally pausing to look at the bathroom door, to assure her this wasn’t really a dream. Draco Malfoy was in her bathroom and she was going to be useful and she was going to get all her questioned answered. She smiled to herself, this was going to be a better year than she thought.
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