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Chapter 5

“How original, Granger reading.” Draco taunted, as he walked out of the bathroom. “What’s the book?”

“Ha! Ha! I’d forgotten how horribly funny you are; did you enjoy your bath? it’s been nearly two hours; I do believe you just beat Lavender Brown as ‘Hogwarts Longest Bather’.” She replied not looking up.

“Well then, it really IS a shame that I’m not going back” he almost sounded amused.

Truth told he wanted to be there, to have his last year of “innocence” like everyone else, but he’d never admit that out loud. The last six years he’d wanted nothing more than to get out of there and make something of his life (if that’s what one would call Lucius’ plan) but now he’d give anything to be getting on the train the day after next.

“Some how I’d wager you’re the only one feeling that way, you and Parkinson” she snorted yet still didn’t look at him

He ignored her implications and walked to the mirror to stare at himself. His cheeks had filled out and he was tanner than he could ever remember; which was still pale to anyone else.   With his hair barely chin length he found he was looking less and less like his father, especially the stubble that was threatening to erupt on his jaw-line, he’d never seen Lucius look like that a day in his life. He was staring at his own eyes when the mirror startled him out of his contemplation.

“He’s not in there you know.” It said so only Draco heard.

Running his hands through his hair he muttered under his breath “I know”

Turning back to the problems/girl at hand he noticed she still had not looked up. He wondered what was holding her interest above him. As he walked to the end of the bed, she shut the book and rolled to her side.

“So has Potter owled you back with a plan yet?” He tried to sound like he didn’t care, that it made no difference to him what the outcome was. He tried not to stare at the bare flesh above her jeans. He didn’t think he was pulling it off (on either account), and that annoyed him, he didn’t like feeling so vulnerable and fascinated at once. Granger had always brought out feelings in him, but normally he controlled which ones she saw.

“Harry” she said pointedly “doesn’t know you’re here, so I doubt he could be forming a plan on where to go from here” She waited she wanted him to feel like he could trust her, like they were in it together, because she wanted to be -- In it together--

“So who was the letter for?” He didn’t mean to seem like he cared but she hadn’t told Potter, did that mean she told McGonagall?

“I don’t believe my post is any of your business especially when it doesn’t involve you.” She knew that she shouldn’t be lying about such a little thing. Lying was tough for her and it was for necessary occasions, but she wasn’t ready to admit where she’d sent the owl and why, because it was completely a selfish request. Hermione couldn’t bear to admit how truly selfish so many of the thoughts she’d had since he’d shown up were. For instance hoping he’d have to stick around for a while (so she could have some one around to talk to, who seemed just as lost), while Harry was figuring out what to do, of course.

“Lying isn’t your strong point Granger” what had she done? Why was she lying about it? “I will find out eventually what you’ve done” he stared at her eyes, daring her to lie again.

She got off the bed grabbing the book “Don’t threaten me Malfoy, I’m not scared of you and Harry will know soon enough Ron’s suppose to floo me tonight.” She was putting the book in her bag. She had intended on telling Harry tonight, hadn’t she? She’d just wanted to discuss it with him first, but of course he’d fucked that about the pratt.

Draco was fiddling with the hem on his cloak, he was wondering why Ron would floo her and if they were together, and then he remembered Longbottom and that other weasel. He was staring at her trying to decide if he should ask her or not. He noticed she was shuffling through a bag, but it wasn’t her school bag (lying on the chair next to the table) this one was on the table. And then he had the good sense to remember who she was and who he was, and that he didn’t care if the whole of Gryffindor bedded her. Really he didn’t.

“What’s with the extra books Granger, think Head Girl is going to be that challenging?”

“I haven’t even got it yet” she said exasperatedly. She eyed him as if she were trying to decipher an ancient rune “its research if you must know, for the boys.” She said feeling more confident about her role in helping them. See I’m not completely useless she thought, even though your thinking I am, thinking that’s why I’ve been left behind, well you’re wrong, they need me here!

“Wow they’re off finding parts of Voldemort’s soul and your doing all the book work, what did they do to deserve you?” Really what had those two idiots thought leaving the brightest of the trio behind? He would have left her behind too, but for different reasons he presumed.

“Oh I don’t know, they are completely lacking in the loathing department and I can’t recall the last time they made racial slurs at me, your right they are completely undeserving” she’d thought he’d sounded sincere when he asked what they did to deserve her but she couldn’t be sure. “Care to tell me how you know what they are doing?” she said closing the flap on the bag and searching for something to do other than look at him.



“Are you sick Granger” he moved toward the table ignoring her question completely.

“What?” her eyes unintentionally popped up to meet his. He was moving toward her and she noticed his wand wasn’t on the bed any longer.

He was mere inches from her, theirs eyes never breaking contact, he was about to put one arm around her. Suddenly she felt very light headed, and blinked.

‘“Malattia Genetica” are you sick Granger” he asked simply.

She looked round and found his hand wasn’t on her but had opened the flap of her bag. Apparently he was familiar with the text; he knew the title with out being told. She met his eyes again, and they both realized how close they were. She immediately started walking toward the mirror.

“Of course not, it’s part of the research. Lupin remembers James having this rash type thing when he got stressed, it weakens his magical core. But Lupin said he didn’t get it till he was at least 25. We think with all the things Voldemort and he share, that this might be one of them, and since Voldemort is obviously older he should have the same symptoms too. That is if it’s genetic, and Harry carries the possibility for it, we could have found and extra weakness ” She said absent mindedly while she stared at the flushed cheeks of her reflection.

Hermione hated feeling as if she couldn’t be near him. Nervously she licked her lips and seeing his eyes on her in the mirror she self-consciously tugged the “Stones” t-shirt down. Why did he have her in such a tizzy? She felt out of control when he had held her eyes like that, like he was trying to get right into her head.

And then it hit her.

She rounded on him “You were trying to read my thoughts just now, weren’t you?”

“I told you, you should have let me teach you a bit of Occlumency” he said as if she was the offender “How do you expect to keep Lucius out?”

“That’s my problem, not yours Malfoy, so stay out of my head!” she screamed at him.

“It’s my problem too Granger!” through gritted teeth he explained. “The minute Lucius gets you alone at the ball, he’s going to look right into that, brilliantly stuffed, overly stubborn brain of yours and what’s he going to see?” He only paused at the pretense of asking her “For starters, everything about this summer, where your parent’s are, who’s in the Order, and what Potter and Weasley are up to. But the thing that I’m most concerned with is me.   He’s going to know you’ve seen me and what I’ve told you about Sev, and the vibe your giving off (as far as we are concerned) is likely to make him all the more disturbed.” He finished with a sigh and watched for her reaction knowing she’d have to take him up on the lessons now, and he found that exciting.

Hermione was furious and began pacing; her hand started twitching when she realized he was right. She couldn’t stand the thought of letting him in her head. Maybe he was toying with her, because he really wanted in, perhaps she hadn’t given any such vibe.

“So who cares if he knows I’ve seen you, I could simply say you attacked me, problem solved and exactly what vibe is it you ‘think’ I’m giving off? She stopped pacing and crossed her arms?

He was stalking toward her like an oversized cat about to pounce. Their eyes both full of fire, both trying to control the other and when he was directly in front of her he stopped and just stared.

She stared right back, trying to anticipate his next move. Was he going to touch her? Kiss her? Did she want him to? Just to prove a point?

Damn there was a point to all this, what was it? You didn’t walk over here just to stare at her, did you? No, no he was suppose to be proving something to her, suddenly her eyes were on his mouth

Yes she wanted it even if it was just to prove his point, it meant those perfect lips would be on hers

With out the fiery eye contact he remembered why he’d came over there,

She licked her lips

And he forgot again

Both leaned forward

He rested his forehead on hers, he took a slow breath, willing himself to stop, but her hair smelled so good, like magnolias. And he couldn’t remember the last time he’d touched someone. He looked at her eyes searching for anything, but what he saw.

Her eyes were back on his, with a million questions, and she could see he had no answers, only questions too?

This was the moment of his life to stop his emptiness, stop the nonexistence, she wanted in; he wanted her in. The question was could he let it happen, could he let her in was he ready? Had he changed enough, or would the years of programming come out and would he hurt her beyond repair?

KNOCK! KNOCK!

His eyes flew to the door behind her, when had they gotten so close to it? Fuck

“Hermione you in there?” a male voice called

Shit, she was shoving him into the bathroom with out even thinking “Coming” she called shutting the bathroom door she cast a silencing charm wandlessly.

“Don’t move, no matter what don’t fucking move”

“Because I want to be hauled off to Askaban and all” he smirked.

Rolling her eyes she left to get the door.

For whatever reason she checked her reflection, feeling as if she’d been doing something dirty and then she opened the door.

“Percy?” she said more annoyed than she intended, but seriously the git had horrible timing.

“Yes, Hello Hermione, may I come in?” he bowed

“Um” She wanted to say fuck no, sorry but hot boy in the bathroom must get back to him. But she didn’t and looking behind her to make sure there were no traces of the boy in the bathroom she replied “sure”

Unfortunately she’d missed the silver cloak lying on the rumpled bed.

“Thank You, I thought I would just pop in on my way home from work (was it that late in the day she thought) to congratulate you on your Head Girl position. You must be very excited, especially about the impact you can make on the young students of the house. I believe being an older sibling put me at a disadvantage, regrettably having the twins in the same house made it that much harder. (yes everything is someone else’s fault she clenched her teeth) But, since you’ve no siblings (and twist the knife) and Harry and Ron have chosen to squander their education for a year in America (that’s what the Order had decided to tell everyone else) I thought you might be able to achieve what was kept from me.” And he pulled a scroll from his brief case, thrusting it into her hand. He walked toward the French doors. Because I have nothing to do but make your old dreams come true she thought sarcastically.

“Actually, I haven’t gotten my letter yet so….” She trailed off as she heard Percy opening the doors and saw what he was staring at. An owl was sitting on the railing softly hooting.

“He must have just gotten here; I wonder who it’s from” she went to it untying the parchment.

Percy marveled at her naiveté, still so fresh and innocent. Not to mention how smart she was, they could birth such perfect offspring. He told himself her disapproval was because of the war and perhaps she was nervous about being with an older man. But watching her now he knew she would come to realize he was perfect for her in everyway. He was so engrossed that he didn’t see her shuffle a small pile of ashes over the edge of the balcony.

“Well thank you for the congratulations and I’ll see what I can do about this list here, I’m sure you want to be going, it’s rather late and I’ve got a full day tomorrow” she offered as she lead him back inside, letter and scroll in hand.

He followed her inside “Yes actually, I’ve a long night ahead of me, reports to finish.”

Hermione suppressed the laugh that threatened and turned toward him. He was staring at the bed, and when she caught what he was staring at she nearly gasp out loud. But instead she met his eyes level and gave him a look that Draco would have loved, daring him to say something. And since Percy was never too quick on reading other people, he did.

“How did you get a hold of one of these?” He questioned reaching for it. Hermione pounced on the bed, but he already had it in one hand, and she was face first on the other end. Pushing her self up to her knees she made an attempt to pull it from his grasp. Percy made a face that she could only assume was an attempt at seductiveness, given her position on the bed in front of him. It was so out of place, like chest hair must look on a baby, frightening. She pulled it toward her again, he let go.

“Harry left it for me, thought it might be useful at school” she paused “incase of attack of course” she grinned this had exactly the effect she wanted; Percy was walking around the bed toward the door instantly.

“Well I’m sure you will use it wisely, you after all are the smart one of the bunch, as I’m sure that letter will confirm.” He said eyeing the letter on the bed next to the scroll, she must have dropped them. “If you have any need for me, I’m just an owl away, and remember we’re counting on you.”

The door shut, Hermione crawled to the bedside table and cast a locking and silencing spell with her wand. Then she let out a relieved sigh and fell back onto the bed, her middle disappearing as the cloak was lying on her stomach. She began to laugh, at the whole situation, and then she jumped to her feet (cloak in hand) remembering the boy in the loo.

When she opened the door she was met by the most unusual site. Malfoy was sitting on the edge of the tub reading Cosmo, and apparently, he was so absorbed in it he didn’t hear her come in. Only when she started giggling did he look up.

“What’s so funny, think you’re the only one who likes to read?”

“I just didn’t expect you to be reading a muggle magazine, and a girly one at that?”

“You know I may have actually learned something useful”

“Hmpf” she snorted

He grinned; he found that snorting thing incredibly cute “No seriously this “sexy vs. skanky birds” bit. Listen sexy- wedges skanky- wedgies. Which proves my point, Pansy’s skanky as they come; all her knickers are those muggle things, thongs? And while I admit I had come to this conclusion on my own, it’s nice to have a solid foundation of support, like a magazine.” He spied her from the corner of his eye, to be greeted with his invisibility cloak on his head and the sound of her infectious laughter.

He pulled it down and found her leaning in the door jam catching her breath.

“So who was at the door?” he asked dropping the magazine onto the toilet lid and folding his cloak.

“Percy, he wanted to congratulate me on Head Girl, and gave me a list of goals I might want to achieve for him,” she said derisively, rolling her eyes and headed toward the bed to open the letter. “And he thinks I’ve got Harry’s Invisibility cloak” she eyed him as if this was his entire fault.

“Ah of course, I forgot you two were an item.” What the fuck was wrong with him, why could not he just leave it alone.

“Funny Malfoy, very funny” she continued to open her letter.

“So you’re not seeing him, what about Longbottom?” he couldn’t help himself he had wanted to know since yesterday in the shop when he saw how Longbottom looked at her, and it was just too hard not to ask.

“What are you my nanny? No I’m not but why do you care?” she asked half-heartedly. She was reading her letter and not really paying attention to him. At first, it annoyed him, he wanted her attention, but then he realized he had asked her two very significant questions and she was not being too persistent for answers as to why. Maybe he could find out if she was a virgin or not, by simply asking. However, that line of thinking was cut short by her sudden fury.

“I can’t believe this, now, of all times, and how could she just let him…urrg” she sputtered jumping to her feet.

“What’s going on?” He asked lost. She was pacing again and throwing things out of dressers into her trunk. Her response was a little delayed.

“What, oh, nothing, listen I’ve got to go, I was suppose to be with my parent’s all day, but I owled them earlier and now well everything is fuck all. I’ve got to see them for dinner and then I’m staying at headquarters tonight, you don’t need to stay here do you?” she asked looking at him and then she was answering herself “Oh that’s right your going to check on you mum right?”

“Yeah, No I don’t need a place to stay” he said confused by what was going on.

“I guess it works out since I had to go there anyway for the floo call. Speaking of which, here is the plan. Tomorrow I will get in touch with you and let you know what Harry and whom ever we let in on all this decide to do. I’m sure we need to get Severus in touch with the Order as soon as possible given” she looked at the letter still in her hand “the sooner the better anyway.” She walked toward the bathroom and came out with her arms full, then dumped the contents into the trunk. She rummaged at the bottom, pulled out a dark mahogany bag, and laid it on the bed; she went to the nightstand for her wand and said a spell making the overflowing contents shrink and the trunk lock and close. “Here” she handed him the bag. “It’s a two way mirror, I bought it so Ginny and I could talk since we are going to be in different dorms” He gave her a look that said ~but you aren’t Head Girl~ “Shut up, maybe I was just being prepared and the way things have turned out I’m glad I was. So I’ll get in touch with you sometime tomorrow?”

“What is going on Granger?” he said pocketing the mirror and wrapping his cloak around him. “What about the Occlumency lessons and I’d like to talk more about a course of action and I think you better watch out for Longbottom, he’s telling people you two are together” he urgently wanted to stop her pacing, she was double checking everything. When she came to the wardrobe, she pulled out her cloak and began fastening it.

“There’s no time to explain, I will get a book tomorrow and I will teach myself enough to be safe” he eyed her suspiciously he needed her to understand how important it was. “I will” she urged. She was walking toward the balcony with her trunk.

“What about Longbottom” he said following her out the doors.

“Neville is the least of my worries right now” she sounded annoyed with him, and began a spell he had heard many times in his own home. It was to rid a dwelling of all magical signatures that maybe left over. She did it twice to be sure and then she watched the back of his head (body less as he appeared) as he headed toward the door. He turned just before he opened the knob and caught her stare.

They stared at each other for a brief moment.

Then he raised his eyebrows in question

She shook her head and then disappeared with a pop.

Had she just apperated? She could apperate already? He shook his head and threw on his hood.

He was about to open the door when for the second time that day he was scared silly by a knock.

Backing away from the door as quietly as possible, he put himself against the wall.

“Hermione you there?” it sounded like Ron.

That made no sense but he recognized that voice, and after a few seconds he saw the knob jiggle and in walked the owner of the voice, followed by two others. Draco never thought he would be unhappy to see Goyle, and Crabbe, as for Parkinson, he hardly liked to see her before, why should now be any different. And as they were standing around trying to decide what to wreck first (he presumed) he slipped out the open door and down the hall.

A numb kind of ache settled in Draco’s stomach; time to chat with his mum
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