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The Secret of the Dragon	By : GrangerDanger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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*FLASHBACK*

Does this little mudblood think a locking charm can keep me out? Pathetic.

“Alohomora”.

Hermione didn’t hear him stride confidently into her room over the roaring of the running bath water. He took in the appearance of the room. He would’ve pegged her for a neat freak, yet open books and clothes lay strewn about the room. Malfoy normally wouldn’t give Hermione a second thought, but if he was going to get any of the Heads’ work done his way, he needed dirt to keep her in her place. He took a brief moment to consider where one might hide things and decided to search through her dresser.

In the first drawer, he found stacks of homework from years past.

Of course he thought.

The second drawer proved to be much more interesting, with its display of lingerie ranging from tiny lacy thongs to thought-provoking, sheer teddies. Malfoy shook the thought from his mind just as he heard a noise come from the bathroom.

Damnit.

She had shut the water of and he hadn’t even noticed.

He gently crept over to the bathroom door to make sure she hadn’t sensed his presence. As he peaked through the gap of the door, he saw her sunk deep into a thick layer of bubbles, but it was what he heard that peaked his curiosity. Malfoy was no fool when it came to sex. He recognized her choppy breathing and the look on her face. He knew exactly what she was doing. He also knew that it wasn’t just the monotonous way one achieved climax to relax…

She’s enjoying it. She’s fantasizing about someone.

Even while he stood there watching her, he knew he shouldn’t be aroused, yet he felt a familiar tingling in his manhood as it pressed against his robes.

You can’t even see anything, you bloody git. It’s been too long since I’ve had a woman. Ohh, I may just find the dirt I need.

With that, Malfoy left her room quietly, locking the door behind him. He was determined to find out who Hermione fancied so that he could use the information to get his way. As Malfoy lay in bed that night, he hatched a plan. First, he would go to her area just before dinner tomorrow so that they could walk together and have a little chat. Then, he’d go from there.

*RETURN TO PRESENT*

As Malfoy sat there watching Hermione leave the Great Hall, he couldn’t help but let a sinister smile spread across his face. He knew who that fantasy was about. He’d seen the older professor touch her, and he’d seen how she responded.

Perhaps Granger isn’t as dull as I thought…wonder how far she’ll let him go.

Draco shoved away from the table to head up to his room. He had no doubt that Mudblood and Weaselette would be conversing in the common room.

No one would let anyone in that disgrace of a bedroom.

He found himself rather excited at the prospect of telling Granger’s naughty little secret to the red-head.

No. I have more…important things to do with this…information.

As he strode into their shared living quarters, he discovered that he was right about their presence in the common room.

Hermione looked up as Malfoy entered. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something was off about him…more than usual. She noticed the way he lazily let his eyes glide over her body. Feeling self-conscious, she folded her arms awkwardly across her chest and turned her attention back to Ginny as he continued to his room.

“What’s he getting at?” asked Ginny.

“Who knows? Where were we?”

“You were just mentioning a new professor. Leefisk?”

“Leefick,” corrected Hermione. “Since McGonagall took on the position of Headmistress, a new Transfigurations professor was needed. He has also been assigned to help me with my portion of castle repairs.”

“Well is he at least handsome?” asked Ginny.

Hermione playfully slapped the girl on the arm.

“It’s just too soon,” she said more seriously.

“Mione, I know it’s hard, but you need to move on. We all do…for the sake of our sanity.”

“I…I guess you’re right,” Hermione agreed.

“So???”

“So what?”

“Is he handsome?”

“Yes,” admitted Hermione, “I feel like I might just be imagining this, but he seems interested in me. I’m not sure I’m interested back though. He’s so much older than I am, and…I don’t know. He makes me feel…odd,” she finished lamely.

Ginny laid a comforting hand on her friends shoulder and nodded.

“Just do what you feel is right for you,” said Ginny.

“Gin?”

“Yea?”

“He touched my waist and made a joke that I’m almost positive was sexual. Was he coming on to me?”

“Probably. Who wouldn’t? You’re beautiful.”

“Well…Ron never…tried to…”

“Really?!,” Ginny said unbelievingly.

“No, never”.

“Wow,” Ginny breathed out, “so you’ve never?”

“No!”

“Okay, okay…well…Harry was, of course, my first”

“Please…spare me” sighed Hermione.

“Fine. I’ll spare you the details, but it feels amazing and really does take you to another place in your mind.”

Ginny let herself out after that remark, leaving Hermione with her thoughts.

Another place in my mind…another place…in…my…mind. That doesn’t sound all that bad…Quite pleasant actually…but I’ve always wanted it to be special. Maybe I’ll just flirt back and see how it goes. What could be the harm in that?

Hermione retreated to her room for bed that night, hoping that she would be able to get at least a few peaceful hours of sleep before her nightmares assaulted her.
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