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What You Want	By : dracoyoflam Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco and Hermione walked back to Hermione's office. Hermione walked toward her desk and Draco was about to leave when he said, "I'm going to give you dance lessons."

Hermione was about to sit when she heard this and ended up missing the chair completely. She landed hard on the floor and ended up wishing that Draco didn't see it. Of course, her wish went unnoticed as Draco hurried over to help her up. Draco had a smirk on his lips as he grabbed her hand to let her up.

"Hermione, you are so clumsy. I can't believe you helped defeat Voldemort." He laughed. She just rolled her eyes and sat down making sure she didn't miss again.

"At least I helped defeat him instead of being on his side," she said and regretted it as soon as she did because when she looked at him she could see the hurt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just don't know what's wrong with me today."

"It's okay, after all, I used to send insults to you all the time. I deserve it." He then turned to leave and as he reached the door he felt her grab is arm.

"No, you don't deserve it, you've changed." He turned, and the look on her face was enough for him to forgive her.

"So what do you say to those dance lessons then?" he asked smiling and she looked down blushing.

"I don't know, I'm not very good."

"That's the point in the lessons. I'll teach you."

"Ugh, okay, fine, but you can't laugh at me when I mess up."

"I wont, I promise." With that he turned and left her office with a smile on his face.

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The awkward work day finally ended and Hermione hurried down the hall to leave the building.

"Hermione, wait up."

She pushed open the door and kept walking. She felt a hand grab her wrist and immediately knew it was Draco.

Without looking back at him she kept her pace and replied, "What do you want, Draco? I want to go home."

"Slow down, I just wanted to talk to you for a minute to set up a time for the lessons."

Hermione grunted and sighed. She stopped suddenly and turned around to face Draco. In fact, she had stopped and turned so fast that Draco ran into her and nearly knocked her over. He quickly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against his body.

"I'm sorry, I guess I'm the clumsy one now." He smirked and all she could do was stare in shock.

"It's, umm, fine." She finally said but didn't pull away, she liked the feeling of being that close to him. After a few seconds of staring at each other Draco finally pulled away not wanting to do something she might not want. When he pulled away she was a little disappointed but didn't say anything and pretended that she didn't care.

"Why don't you come by later tonight I guess. As long as it doesn't take long it will be fine, but we have work tomorrow so it can't be too late," she suggested and turned to leave again.

"Okay, I'll see you tonight then." He called after her and went on his way.

Pansy stood not to far away from them and heard their short conversation. She couldn't let this happen, HE was hers and no one else's. She had to come up with a plan to get rid of Granger, Fast. So she headed for the one person she knew always had a thing for Hermione and would help.

When she got to his flat she knocked and waited. When he opened the door she smiled.

"I need your help with something. It involves Granger." Hearing the name he smiled and moved aside to let her in. Once inside she sat down and looked at him. Blaise Zabini would be able to help her better than anyone.

"What do you need me to do?" He asked and sat across from her.

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5 minutes…until Ronald returned home. Well, she hoped anyway, because he hadn‘t turned up for his lunch break. She really needed to talk to him, she wanted to know everything, she wanted to be everything. Hang on, what? That wasn‘t a normal thought, that must have been her hearing things. She wanted to be his everything…it sounded so comforting, but it must have been her mind playing tricks on her. It had to be. 4 minutes...why was the time passing so slowly? She glanced at the family clock ‘Travelling’ was where his arm was pointing.

She continued to watch it, as if it would make time go faster. 3 minutes…she was sure her heart would stop beating altogether. 2 minutes…the hand was still moving. 1 minute…she couldn’t breath. ‘HOME’. The door opened and in stepped Ginny Weasley’s brother, his hair was all over the place and he flung his coat on the hanger. She sat stock still and watched him as he took off his shoes and dropped them on the mat, he was still unaware of her presence.

Not anymore. He turned to look at her, his eyes widened and he wiped his face with his hand, his eyes never leaving her own.

“Ron,” Was all she managed before he started to walk to the stairs. She shot out of her chair and stood in his path, trying to engage his eyes again, but he wouldn’t oblige.

He looked at the floor for several minutes, not wanting to let out a breath, in case it gave him away. But he couldn’t keep it up, he moved away from her and pulled out a chair from the table. He say down and placed his hands on the table, he stared at his hands and seemed to be waiting for something. He glanced up at her and she realised he was waiting for her to sit down, so she did, taking the chair opposite him.

“Ginny…” He looked across at her, the sweat on his forehead visible and the different look in his eye even more so.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and watched as his eyes became engulfed with whatever it was he was feeling. “Ron. Tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

He continued to stare at her, he was trying to think of something to say, explain himself in some way. She stared straight back into his eyes, the same thing in his eyes becoming mirrored in her own. They sat there, she didn’t know what was going on in his head, but he was definately trying to decide if he should do something or not. And after a few more seconds she found out what it was.

He stood and leant over the table, pressing his lips onto her own with such force she could tell he’d been waiting to do it for some time. She didn’t react at first, how could she? Her own brother was kissing her, and with such a passion it scared her. It scared her into kissing him back, because she could feel the same passion inside herself. It felt like she was burning, she hadn’t felt such relief before, it felt like she had had these feelings locked up inside her, and they were finally free. She felt his tongue and started to play with it with her own, it didn’t make her feel repulsed, because right now he wasn’t her brother, he wasn‘t…he was.

She didn’t know. He just wasn’t, couldn’t, be her brother. She wanted to stop it, but she physically couldn’t, her body, her lips, wouldn’t let her. Suddenly her phone rang and he leapt off her, his face red and his breathing ragged. She stared at him, then grabbed her phone from her pocket and clicked the button. It was Hermione, how did Ginny know it would the frizzy haired woman? And apparently they were both in a dilemma, Hermione couldn’t find anything to wear, which was frankly a crap dilemma compared to Ginny’s.

“Ginny…” Ron finally spoke, but Ginny had to put her hand up to stop him, as Hermione was still going on about what she should wear.

“Anything, just make sure you’re comfortable,” She then said goodbye and put the phone down.

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Later that night Hermione was going through her closet trying to decide which new outfit to wear.

She tried calling Ginny to get her opinion but all she said was to wear something new and use her instincts for the rest. In fact, their conversation had been a quick one, Ginny had been in a rush, of course she hadn’t said it, but Hermione had been able to tell. Her guess was that Ginny had a male friend over, because she had heard a male voice say something in the background.

Hermione was getting incredibly irritated with her closet when she finally found just the top to wear. She decided to take a bath to relax, still having some time before Draco would be there. She pulled her hair out of the messy bun, which was a bit of a trademark while she was at work. The hot water was already filling the large tub and the bubbles were getting larger. She slipped her work robe off and started to undress.

She slowly stepped into the tub and sat down, letting the bubbles surround her body. As she relaxed in the bubbles she grabbed a book from a table next to her tub. It was "Hogwarts, A History" and started reading it for the thousandth time. Even though she wasn't in Hogwarts anymore she still found the book really interesting. After a while she looked at a clock on the wall. She was about to get out when she heard a knock at the door. She hurried out of the tub, thankful that she didn't slip.

"Hang on, I'll be right there."

The knocking continued so she grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around her body. She pulled the plug from the tub and hurried out of the bathroom. The knocking continued and was getting louder and quicker.

"Hermione, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just hold on a minute."

"Hermione just let me in, people are starring at me from their windows." Hermione couldn't help but to laugh at him. She hurried to the door and let him in. Draco hurried into the room and walked past her.

"Finally. Your neighbors probably think I'm some crazy person."

"Maybe, but does it really matter?"

He laughed it off and finally turned around to look at her. His jaw dropped when he saw that she was in nothing but a towel. Hermione looked down at herself and quickly wrapped her arms around herself.

"Um, Hermione.. Why are you wearing a towel. I don't think that's the best thing to dance in." He grinned at her and her face blushed bright red.

"I-I took a bath. I didn't know you were going to be here early."

"Oh, yeah. I like to be early, more time to cover what we need to do."

"Um, yeah. That's smart."

Draco cleared his throat and walked towards her.

"What are you doing?" She asked with surprise on her face.

"I'm going to sit down while you change. What, did you think I was coming with you?"

Hermione backed toward her bedroom door and started stammering. "Well, um, I , uh, what.." She suddenly turned away and hurried into her bedroom. Draco smirked and laughed quietly to himself. He sat on the couch and tried to think about his mother, he had something that needed to be taken care of.

About five minutes had passed while Hermione was in her room. She finally walked out feeling uncomfortable with herself. Draco stood as soon as he saw her walking from her room, he was shocked as soon as he saw her.

"Wow. New outfit. You look really nice."

Hermione walked closer to him and replied, "Thanks, but it feels odd."

Draco looked her over again and took a step toward her. She was wearing a tight black shirt with purple on the top and short sleeves. The shirt had clasps holding the front together and she was wearing a nice pear of jeans.

"Well take it from me, you look amazing."

She smiled and blushed again before walking past him toward the stereo in the living room. Draco couldn't take his eyes off of her. The back of the top was tied up like a corset would be and added to the look. He walked slowly to the middle of the cleared space in the room. Hermione turned around to face him.

"I don't know what to play. What are you going to show me first."

"Put on a slow song, we'll start slow at first and then move to the faster music." He replied, and she walked over to her stereo and put on a slow song, then walked over to him and stopped not knowing what else to do.

"Okay now put your left hand on my shoulder." He instructed taking her right hand into his left and put his right hand on her waist. She did as he said and put her left arm close to his neck.

"Okay, now let me lead. All you have to do is try to follow. It's fairly simple really."

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“Ron?” Ginny opened her brothers bedroom door slowly. He had disappeared when she had finished the phone call and she wanted to find out what the…kiss…had been all about. Ginny stepped into his room to find him sitting on his bed, his back leaning on the wall, a blank stare on his colorless face. She looked around to see most of the furniture had been up-turned, paper and books all over the floor.

After taking a pause to compose herself, she stepped further into the room and picked up several pieces of paper and a couple of books, placing them on the small table at the bottom of his bed. Not knowing what else to do, she decided to pick all the things up from the floor. Unaware that he was now watching her.

He ran his hands through his hair roughly, not caring if he pulled it painfully, because in his opinion he deserved it. For example he needed to be punished for his dream, his thoughts. And now his eyes, which were staring at his sisters bum. “For fuck's sake! Stop it!” He almost screamed at his younger sister, making her jolt upright and turn to look at him.

“What?” she asked, not knowing what she had done.

Her elder brother looked away from her and put his face in his hands, breathing out loudly. “Just stop picking them up!” He again had his voice raised. Ginny dropped the papers in her hand and they fluttered to the floor some feet away.

“Don’t get angry at me, I’m only trying to help,” she also began to raise her volume, this wasn’t going how she had planned.

Ron stared at her, there was no anger in his face, but there was plenty in his voice. “Well, don’t. You’re just making it worse…” He trailed off as he realised how harsh he must of sounded. “Crap. Ginny, look, I’m sorry-”
She shook her head “No, Ron. Don’t start with me. You are the one that kissed me! I mean, what is going on? I’m your -”

“Sister…I know.” It was his turn to interrupt, his expression had transformed into total sorrow and he glanced out the window. Ginny watched him, she could feel herself slipping into his head, her own thoughts matching his. All the little things that passed between them in the last sixteen years came rushing back to her and replayed in her minds eye. Had they meant anything? Of course not, was the answer, they were siblings, things like that were natural every day things. Like brushing hands, hugs, kisses goodbye. How long had Ron wanted to kiss her like that?

She slowly walked to the bed and perched on the end, watching her brother as he slowly twisted to face her. “Ron? I was wondering…how long have you…wanted to…do that?” She decided to just be blunt, beating around the bush wouldn’t get them anywhere.

“I-I had a dream, a week ago. But I think it‘s been b-brewing for a while now.” he brushed the perspiration off his forehead and stared as she crossed her slender legs. He wished with all his heart that she wasn’t his sister, then none of this would be wrong.

Ginny wasn’t sure how to react, to think of it, she had also been thinking strange things. Wanting to be his everything, for example. “Ron, erm…I don’t know what to say,” she crawled towards him and slumped down next to him, watching as he edged away slightly. “I’m not going to bite, Ronald,” she smiled playfully, which just seemed to make him worse.

“Yeah, but I might.” He found a safe distance between them and settled again.
They were silent again, and Ginny couldn’t help but feel strangely drawn to her brother, they were the youngest two of the family, and they had stuck together since she was born. And the events of the past hour hadn’t put her in any position she didn’t want to be in. “Ron…I-erm, I don’t mind.” Was all she could think of saying, because it was true, she didn’t mind. She no longer cared, if he was her brother, then so be it. You can’t choose who you love and who you fall in love with.

After another lengthy silence, Ron looked up from his lap. “You don’t?” He looked surprised and his spirit seemed to rise, even if only for a second. “But, this is wrong. You’re my sister. It’s so wrong, we can’t, I can’t, you can‘t-”

He was stopped. Ginny pressed her finger to his lips and crawled even closer to him, closing the gap completely. He stared with wide eyes, and watched as she slowly replaced her finger with her lips. She cautiously leant forward and pushed him onto his back, deepening the kiss as she did. “I love you, and that’s all I really know.”
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The next morning on her way to work, Hermione couldn't stop thinking about last night. She actually had fun, when she wasn't falling over. She was right across the street when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her. She turned with a smile on her face thinking that it was Draco again.

"Draco, you...." She stopped short and would have screamed, had a hand not covered her mouth firmly.

"I've finally gotten the untouchable Hermione Granger all to myself."

She didn't recognize the voice and in a very short moment everything went black as she was knocked out.
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