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Temptations	By : Nikkilicious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Fall
- 2-Gluttony
- 3-Sloth
- 4-Sloth Cont'd
- 5-Greed
- 6-Greed Cont'd
- 7-Envy
- 8-Envy Cont'd
- 9-Lust
- 10-Lust Cont'd
- 11-Pride
- 12-Pride Cont'd
- 13-Wrath
- 14-Home
- 15-Mystery
- 16-Attack
- 17-Rise
- 3
- 4
- 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any part of the franchise. This is a work of fanfiction, written solely for the enjoyment of myself and other fans. No profit is being made off of this work.

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�From exertion come wisdom and purity; from sloth ignorance and sensuality.�

-- Henry David Thoreau

If they had thought getting up the stairs was their biggest challenge�they couldn�t have been more wrong. Moving into the master bedroom, the very one Hermione had learned about Sirius, Lupin, and Pettigrew in, they saw the gunk-covered windows lining the far wall and realized that their work was far from over.
Both of them let out identical sighs and then got started.
The windows were waiting.
Spells flew from their wands, but it was all in vain. Figuring magic to be useless at the moment, they decided to try and draw on their strength. Again, no such luck. Even when they attempted to use things around the room to smash the glass or as leverage, nothing happened.
Their struggle went on for hours. Partly because nothing was working and partly because everything they tried just took so long. They were incredibly tired. And eventually Hermione, dropping the fireplace poker in her hand, gave up and went over to the large, dust covered, bed.
Draco soon followed.
�Lets rest. Just for a minute. Then we can think of something else.�
So that was what they did. The blankets covering the bed were moth eaten, stained, and raggedy, not to mention dirty, but neither of them cared. The condition of the room hardly even registered to them.
The only thing they were thinking about, was sleep.
The bed was so inviting as they sat on it, sinking in to find comfort. But it wasn�t enough. Looking at each other, they gave a nod, and both let themselves fall backward so that they were laying on the bed, their legs dangling over the edge.
They were so close together that their arms were touching, but if either noticed, it only added to the coziness. That was saying a lot considering a spring was jutting up and sticking into Hermione�s shoulder, and Draco had placed himself right on a lump.
But they didn�t move.
Not an inch.
Relaxation flooded them. Peaceful quiet threatened to take over their senses. And Hermione welcomed it with open arms, as her eyes started to flutter close.
Draco, on the other hand, was starting to realize something. Something in his cloudy mind, far off in the distance. But, whatever it was, he couldn�t quite reach it. He had to cut through all of the thick haze that was enclosing in around him to get to it. And, even as he moved through his own head, he felt incredibly slow. Like those dreams he had where, try as he might, he couldn�t seem to move. To run.
And just like in those dreams, he had that same strange sense of dread signaling that he needed to be running.
The mist surrounding him was getting thicker. So much so, that it was suffocating. It was difficult for him to stay aware of what he was actually doing in the first place. It almost seemed pointless. Hopeless.
And tiresome.
He�d felt like he�d never worked so hard in his life.
But there was a reason that he had to keep moving. He knew that at least. So he did it, slowly but surely.
He fought and fought, as relentlessly as he could, and eventually, with quite a bit of struggle, he managed to rip through the fog.
And come into the light.
He was utterly exhausted after only a few hours of moving around the Shrieking Shack, when normally, he could withstand far more intense physical exertion. He was a quidditch player, for one. And on top of that, he hardly slept anyway. Draco Malfoy was one of those people who only ever needed a few good hours of sleep a night, if that. He was even known to go whole days without it when he had to.
The only time he had ever felt this fatigued in his life was the long months that he spent fixing the stupid cabinet for his stupid mission.
And that was completely justifiable.
But this? This wasn�t right. It was another trap. Had to be. Their energy was being drained faster than if they had spent an entire week fucking.
Not that he was thinking about fucking Granger, mind you.
Still, even though he realized it was all another trick, a part of him really wanted to just fall into that easy slumber that was beckoning him. He felt beat.
Beat and angry.
�Granger.� He was only answered with a soft mumble which caused him to turn his head and look at her.
She was almost asleep. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow. The smallest amount of adrenaline went through him when he realized that falling asleep was almost certainly a very bad thing.
They�d probably never wake back up.
�Granger! We can�t go to sleep.�
This time, he didn�t get anything in response.
�Hermione!�

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She was so tired. Her eye lids felt as heavy as lead even as they were closed and all she wanted to do was take a nap. To escape into that warm stillness that awaited her. But she recognized her name as the sounds carried through the air.

Hermione.

It took all she had in her relaxed condition, but slowly, she cracked open an eye, only to see Malfoy staring back, a very frightened look on his face.
It startled her. At least enough for her to open up both eyes.
�We have to get up.�
Again she only murmured unintelligibly. Cursing in his head, he took a deep breath and gathered his strength, forcing himself into a sitting position. From there he pushed himself to stand.
Lifting his body seemed the equivalent of lifting an elephant.
It took him a couple of tries but once he was standing, he realized he wasn�t in that tranquil state anymore and that small amount of clarity gave him enough energy to at least be able to move again.
Or perhaps it was the panic that was rising in his chest causing his body�s instincts to kick into survival mode.
That was probably the case.
He turned his attention to Granger then.
�Get up!� It was a demand�and one that she felt very comfortable to ignore.
He debated leaving her. Letting her fall into that deep sleep that she would never get out of, in this place that wasn�t really The Shrieking Shack. He could find his own way out and when he eventually got back home, which he was sure he would, he�d tell them that she had an accident or something. No one would be the wiser.
But he�d never killed anyone before, albeit, not for lack of trying. And killing Granger�it didn�t seem right. Not only that but, he didn�t want to.
It was just because she was so useful. Or that was what he told himself, at least.
He gripped under her arms and hoisted her into a standing position like he was lifting a child, though she felt much heavier than a child. She staggered for a moment, blinking a few times, before falling forward onto him and getting comfortable once more. Her head was on his shoulder, her face in the crook of his neck. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin and somewhere deep down inside of him, he liked it.
It was enough to make him sick. Or just more angry. Which was good. He used his anger. Grabbing her arms, he pushed her back a step and gave her a good shake.
�Granger! Wake the fuck up!�
She still looked out of it, even as she stared at him. His frustration shot through the roof and he did something that he�d never done to a female before.
He slapped her.
Right across the face. It was reminiscent of what she�d done to him in third year and as the smacking sound rang through his ears, he smiled. Payback was a bitch and she couldn�t say a thing about it because, damn it, he was saving her life.
Hermione�s head snapped to the side. It wasn�t a hard slap but it was something she hadn�t been expecting. Something she wasn�t even sure had actually happened until the burning spread through her cheek.
Staring at him, at his nutty smile, she finally started to wake up.
�There, then. That�s how I get you to listen to me. Good to know.� He seemed quite pleased with himself and her mouth formed into a scowl. She told herself that he wouldn�t get away with that for long.
�You slapped me! You are such a bastard.� She had meant to yell it but it took so much effort that it came out more like a very loud whisper.
He simply ignored her.
�We have to get out of here before we get any more tired. Do you understand me? We can�t fall asleep. This is another trap.�
She heard him alright. And it all started to make sense in her fuddled mind. She wasn�t tired from working. She was tired because the place was making her tired, just like the room before had been making her hungry.
�Oh no. We have to get out.�
�That�s what I just said!� He had to admit, he always had enough energy to fight with her.
But it wasn�t the time for fighting and they both knew it. Standing there, they tried to think of something�anything�to wake themselves up.

Long enough to escape.

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�Hermione!� He�d been told not to yell for her, in case she had been taken hostage or something, but Ron just couldn�t seem to help himself.
The search parties were formed and right after breakfast they had all headed out. Ron and Harry had been grouped together, of course, with four others: Luna Lovegood, Hannah, Abbott, Theodore Nott, and Pansy Parkinson.
�Mr. Weasley, please, do be quiet! We�ll never find them with the way you�re carrying on.� Ron stared sheepishly at Slughorn, growing a bit red. Harry was sure it was a mix of embarrassment and anger.
Slughorn had been assigned as the leader of their group, guiding them through the Forbidden Forest. Even though it was daylight and things could be seen clearly, the forest still had that dangerous sort of aura about it.
Something that never seemed to change.
Pansy, Harry observed, was scowling at Ron for making such a ruckus. He�d noticed that none of the Slytherins or Gryffindors had said a word to each other all morning. And it was because they were all feeling the exact same emotion.
Worry.
Worry because their friends were missing. And because those particular friends happened to be enemies.
And, cause for even more anxiety, Voldemort and the Death Eaters were still lurking around, preparing for the war. Bidding their time.
His eyes searched through the expanse of trees, but he didn�t see a thing. Not even an animal, although many strange sounds signifying life forms could be heard. But none of those sounds were human.
None of them Hermione.
They had been searching for over an hour so far and everyone had come up empty handed. They knew this because if someone did find something they were supposed to send up red sparks into the air, just like in the Tri-wizard Tournament.
No red sparks. No Hermione.
Her name kept flashing in his mind, each time causing more and more bile to rise up his esophagus. He felt like he was going to be sick. And he knew he would be if they didn�t find her.
Or worse; if they found her�dead.
But he couldn�t think of that. He had to have hope that everything was going to be okay. She was a smart girl, he knew that much. She�d saved him many times over the years. If anyone could take care of themselves, it was her.
But even though those words held complete truth, he still felt tense.
Cold.
Probably because it wasn�t her that he was worried about. It was Malfoy.
�What do we do if we don�t find them?� Hannah questioned.
When she�d come back to school, many were surprised, since her mother had been killed by Death Eaters the year before. But, then again, Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape had come back too and they were Death Eaters. It baffled Harry.
�Shut your trap, Abbott! We will find them.� Pansy practically screamed the words and Hannah froze for a second, feeling like she�d been hit with an invisible bat. But no one could blame Pansy. She was just as scared as Harry and Ron�except she wasn�t able to hide it even a little.
Luna and Nott were the only ones who�d stayed silent since the start.
Harry didn�t know much about Nott, except that his father was also a Death Eater. And to Harry, that was all he needed to know. He�d started to learn that it was a family business and he had no doubt that the younger Nott, who was walking only three feet away from him, was going to be joining his father very soon.
If he hadn�t already.
Prejudging people had always been a problem for Harry.
�The Zeeliwabs are being quiet. That�s a good sign you know.� Luna�s soft voice reached his ears and he turned to see her by his side. He had no idea what a Zeeliwab was but he gave the smallest of smiles anyway.
It didn�t reach his eyes but it was all he could muster.
Luna noticed Harry�s reservations and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
�Don�t worry Harry. The things we lose always turn up in the end.�
He remembered her saying something similar to him when she lost all of her things in their fifth year. At the time, those words had lightened him a little. Now�they only seemed to darken his mood.
He met her eyes, then turned to scan the empty forest once more.

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They were rushing around, or, rather, stumbling around, trying to figure out some way to stay awake. For now they had decided that as long as they didn�t sit down or stop moving, then it would be fine.
That was, until one of them got so exhausted that they passed out. If that happened�well neither wanted to contemplate it at the moment.
The staircase was in their sights but just even thinking about trying to walk down it, let alone back up if they had to, was making them absurdly worn out. It was definitely out of the question.
Draco had moved around the top level, inspecting the ceiling for any sign of an attic or roof entrance. He found none so far. Hermione, who got the job of exploring all of the rooms in search of a solution, was having similar luck.
�I�m telling you, after going through all this, I better have a damn good funeral.�
They were in the hallway, Draco looking up at the ceiling, taking slow steps forward as he did so, and Hermione checking each of the doors that lined the wall, straining to keep her concentration.
The word �funeral� had definitely caught her attention though, and she froze, her hand on one of the many random door knobs in the hallway.
It was his tired mind that was making him say such things she knew, but the truth was, they were in trouble, and the idea of actual death hadn�t struck her until that moment. Her throat constricted when she thought of Hogwarts. Of Harry and Ron, and her parents. If she didn�t make it back, they�d eventually have to assume her to be dead. But knowing her friends, it would be a long while before they ever let go. And that tortured her. She didn�t want them to feel any pain. She didn�t want them worrying about her.
Not when there were so many other more important things to worry about.
But more than all of that, she didn�t want to lose them. The thought of never seen any of them again sent tremors throughout her body.
�Malfoy�� It was quiet. A warning almost, as she opened the door she was at, only to find an empty storage closet. She moved on to the next.
�Seriously,� He continued, not moving anymore but standing still in the middle of the hall, using all his remaining energy to speak, and completely ignoring her protests, �I�m talking a party. No, not just one. Many. With enough fire whiskey to fill the Black Lake. And presents too. Just because I�ll be dead, won�t mean they shouldn�t dote on me. And of course, all the girls should cry. Hell, I would if I were a girl. I�d miss me so much-�
He continued to ramble on about his ideal funeral but Hermione blocked him out. It was too much for her. Dying had always been a reality, she supposed, but for some reason it was always much farther off in the distance. Not now. Now it was right in her face.
Laughing.
She opened the next door.
A bathroom.
With a heavy sigh she stepped away again and headed for the next door.
�-and of course they will make an official holiday dedicated to me. To celebrate my greatness.�
Hermione came to a halt, Draco�s words going straight into one ear and out the other. She�d just seen a bathroom. A bathroom that had a sink and a shower. With water!
As quickly as her tired body would let her, she went back to the lavatory and flung open the door.
�Malfoy! Here. We can wake ourselves up with water.�
Draco was torn from his fantasy as Hermione�s shrieked his name. He saw her standing in the doorway of what looked like something similar to a bathroom. He assumed it was once quite nice, but now; the fixtures were rusted, the tub was almost black because of the thick slime coating it, and the mirror above the sink had so many cracks that he could see a hundred reflections of himself.
He looked almost as disgusting as the bathroom.
Not that it mattered, but Draco Malfoy noticed these sorts of things.
The place was filthy, and that was an understatement. But she�d said something about water. It was perfect. They would just spray themselves with water and it would work!
Hermione briefly debated on what to do before deciding that the shower would be their best bet. Being as tired as they were, drenching themselves would be far more effective than just splashing water on their faces.
She went over and stood in the tub, right under the shower head. Draco grudgingly followed her, standing in the tub also.
They both looked down at the tap. It was covered it in a peculiar looking goo and mold was growing in mounds around it. Hermione had to swallow the vomit that was creeping up her throat, threatening to reappear.
�You do it.� Draco insisted.
�Me? Why me?�
�Because you�re already filthy, inside and out.� Hermione snarled and rolled her eyes. She had come up with the brilliant idea that was going to save their lives and all he could do was insult her.
It hurt too. She�d never admit it, but he was always pretty good at that. Making her hurt.
�You�re an idiot if you truly think that I have dirty blood. Its just as red as yours, whether you want to believe it or not.�
It was his turn to roll his eyes.
�Granger, I know its red, you twit. I didn�t mean actual dirt. Its dirty because its impure. But I�m not going to argue with you over this right now. Besides, you should turn the handle anyway. You�re closer.�
That was true, she was directly in front of him which put her closest to the lever. But she didn�t want to touch the handle. She didn�t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking that he was right about her blood. She had realized what he meant about �dirty� but he obviously hadn�t realized what she�d meant about �red�. But it wasn�t the time for petty fighting. She was so sleepy and it took all she had not to sit right down and just slip away.
They had to get out now.
�Don�t you even think this conversation is over, Malfoy.� She gave a scowl and focused on the lever once more. Decisively, she lifted a foot and wedged it underneath the metal knob, nudging it up to turn on the shower.
There was a loud creak as the pipes filled and, after a second or so, a substance squirted out of the shower head. It was absolutely repulsive. Brown and slimy, globs of it rained down on the two, falling onto their heads and coating their clothes. But the worst part was the smell. It was like rotten eggs after a year of festering in a sewer.
The plumbing was old and hadn�t been used in a while, that much was certain. Hermione gagged.
After a few seconds of that, the disgusting matter finally thinned out into a slightly less revolting liquid.
An ice cold less revolting liquid.
Draco gasped slightly at the sudden drop in temperature and his body stiffened at the shock.
He definitely felt awake, as did Hermione, that was for sure.
And then the spinning started again.

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AN: So thank you to all my wonderful reviewers! And I took some things into consideration that people said. I�m pleased to report that I�m much happier with this chapter. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! YOU GUYS KEEP ME GOING! ^______^

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Next time: So they finally got out of The Shrieking Shack�but where to now? Back home maybe? Nah�the next sin! Greed.
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