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A Slow Seduction	By : MoonlightVision Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 56424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Sorry for the long wait! Here's the next chapter! Hope everyone had a great Easter! Mine was fantastic! Despite not being able to spend it with family, I had a friend and her family graciously include me in their Easter which made it all wonderful!
To answer some questions I've gotten in reviews; Samara, I haven't decided on Maya's back story yet, but I don't think she'll end up being an orphan. Trelweny, for this story it's just Draco and Hermione that are back, so Neville isn't back for another year. We will see some of the boys in later chapters and they will more than likely enlighten you as to why they didn't return.
So, on to the story! Enjoy! Please rate and review!
Chapter 5
“Are you ready for the new class?” Hermione asked the red head walking beside her.
“I guess,” Ginny replied. “I'm still not sure what it's about, all it says on our time tables is Magical Construction and Protection. Then it lists a room but not a professor.”
“Is that really all it says?” Hermione said, as she reached over to take Ginny's time table, peering at it. “Professor McGonagall didn't tell you anything about it?”
“No, did she say something to you?”
“Yes, actually, she said quite a lot about it.” She said, handing Ginny back her time table. “Basically, the students are going to be assisting in repairing the castle.”
“Seriously? Wicked!” Ginny grinned.
“I thought it sounded like a brilliant idea. The Headmistress said all the teachers are helping with it, which explains the lack of a listed professor. She also want's Malfoy and I to attend every class, sort of like an assistant's position, I suppose.”
Ginny pushed open the door to the classroom, “That's awesome, 'Mione.”
Hermione smiled, “Yeah, it is-” Her smile faltered as her eyes fell on Malfoy, who was already seated, “For the most part, anyway.”
She had managed to avoid him after she'd left the library last night, so they hadn't spoken since she'd heard the baby again. It meant she didn't have his half of the notes, and he didn't have hers, but she was sure he would have some disparaging comment about her going crazy again and she hadn't wanted to hear it. She was questioning it enough herself, she didn't need him adding to her inner turmoil.
“Hermione?”
She shook herself out of her stupor, “Yes?”
“Are you coming to sit with me and Luna?” Ginny asked, then threw a questioning glance towards Malfoy. “Or do the Head boy and girl need to sit together since you're assisting?”
“I'll sit with you,” Hermione said quickly. “Even if we're supposed to sit together, I'll wait until a professor makes us.”
“He's still being a git then?” Ginny said, taking a seat at a large empty table.
“I don't even know what to think anymore, Ginny. He's still Malfoy, disdainful, sarcastic and a complete arse, but there have been moments where we've had an almost normal conversation. But just as quickly as those moments pop up they disappear again with some waspish comment from him. I've decided avoiding him as much as I can is the best thing I can do.”
“Who are you avoiding, Hermione?” Luna said, dropping into the seat next to Ginny.
“Malfoy,” she said, pulling her book bag onto the table and taking out the notes she'd made the night before.
“Ah, I see,” Luna said simply, staring over at the boy in question.
“So, how come all the houses have this class together?” Ginny asked.
“I'm not entirely sure,” Hermione responded, looking around at all the seventh year students, “I would assume it's because the teachers are giving up some of their planning time to run this class, so they wanted to condense it as much as possible.”
Ginny shrugged, “That makes sense.”
Just then, McGonagall swept into the room. “Good morning, class,” she said walking to the teachers desk at the front of the room.
“Morning, Professor,” was echoed in varying forms and tones from around the room.
“I realize many of you will have questions about what exactly this class will entail. I will give you a brief description and then if you still have questions I will do my best to answer them. Now, this class has been created because the professors can not repair the entire castle on their own and ensure they provide an adequate education for you. As the name given to it suggests, you will be learning how to magically construct, or in many cases, reconstruct, buildings. While learning the basic skills needed to build magically, you will also learn to weave protection spells into the building materials, thus providing a safer, more secure environment.”
Hermione listened attentively, she was really looking froward to what she would learn in this class. She could think of many practical uses for it in the future.
“There is no one teacher assigned to this class,” continued McGonagall, “we will all be taking it in turns to teach, though we will be following a set schedule as far as when you will learn what material. The first few weeks will mostly be theory, then we will get into some practice, before finally beginning to work on the castle itself.” She paused, looking around the room, “Any questions?”
Hermione saw a hand go up and was surprised to see it belonged to Malfoy.
“Yes, Mister Malfoy.”
“What exactly are your expectations of myself and Granger? You said you want us at all the lessons, for each year. Does that mean we will be covering the same material three times?”
“Essentially, yes. I've arranged the classes so the seventh year class comes first each week, so you will learn the new material along with everyone in this class. In the classes later in the week, for the fifth and sixth years, you will be going over the same material, but since you will already have knowledge of the topic I was hoping you would take on a more active role. Assisting the younger students if and when they need it. Given that all houses are in the class at the same time, it will be more students than the teachers are used to instructing at one time, I thought your assistance would prove beneficial. Does that answer your question?”
“Yes, Ma'am.”
“Good,” McGonagall said, turning back to rest of the class. “Any more questions?” She paused, looking around. “No. Okay, let's begin. Have any of you heard of something called a protective weave?”
Hermione's hand shot into the air. Half the class tried to hide their grins and the other half sniggered into their hands.
“Well, at least some things never change,” someone murmured at the back of the class.
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Draco walked a ways behind Granger and Weasley, his eyes focused on the way her robes bounced off her heels every time she took a step. He had the feeling she was avoiding him, which wouldn't do. He went over their conversations from last night in his head. Had he said something particularly nasty, that might have set him back? He couldn't think of anything, he'd actually been rather civil, given their history. So what had her so dishevelled? She hadn't even looked at him today, which he found very odd, since she was the one who had originally wanted to swap research notes. It wasn't like her to go to a class without know everything she could. Not that that had mattered, he thought with amusement. What they'd covered today had been what she'd told him about last night, the weaving of spells into the mortar.
Draco walked into their next class, potions, and had to stop abruptly to keep himself from running into Granger's back. Good thing he'd had his eyes glued to her feet and had noticed when she stopped. He was about to comment on their sudden stop when Weasley started talking.
“I usually partner with Eliza, I, um, could see if she wouldn't mind switching.”
“No, Ginny, it's okay. You've been partners with her for years, I wouldn't want to mess that up. You've told me how well you do together. I'm sure someone will need a new partner.”
“Okay, if you're sure.”
“I am,” Hermione replied, “Go on. We'll meet at lunch, we can visit my dorm after we eat. We should have enough time before afternoon classes.”
“Sounds great, Hermione,” Ginny said, before walking over to a bench where a girl with short brown hair was sitting.
“So, you need a partner too, Granger?” Draco taunted.
She whirled around, “How long have you been eavesdropping?”
He shrugged, “Long enough to know you need a partner.”
“Well, you can forget it, Malfoy. The only way I'm going to be your partner is if you're the last person available.”
He smirked as she turned back around, searching the room for someone sitting alone. He'd already checked and knew she wouldn't find anyone. He stepped around her, making his way to the last empty bench. “Suit yourself, Granger. It's your loss, I'm brilliant at potions.”
He took his seat. He could almost feel her glaring at his back. He had to stop himself from laughing. Oh, her reaction was going to be good.
Professor Slughorn entered the room, eyeing all the students almost suspiciously. His gaze settled on Hermione. “Ah, Miss Granger, welcome back! Lovely to see you again. Let's see, yes, you'll be needing a partner.” His eyes roved the room again, falling on Draco. “There now, luckily for you Mister Malfoy also seems to be in need of a potions partner.”
Draco chuckled at the professor's choice of words. Granger looked anything but lucky. Really it was Draco who was the lucky one. Being partnered with her was just what he needed. She couldn't avoid him if they had to work together.
Hermione scowled at him. He just tilted his head and raised a brow. She let out a huff and walked over to the desk, dropping her text book onto it a little harder than she probably meant to.
“Hear that, Granger,” he said leaning closer, “it's your lucky day.”
“Sod off, Malfoy,” she said between clenched teeth, pulling out her quill, ink and parchment and opening her book.
“Are you planning on ignoring me forever? That will make this class rather challenging, don't you think? Not to mention our Head duties.”
“Merlin, Malfoy! Would you just give it a rest!” she hissed.
Draco glanced to the front of the room, Slughorn had started writing information about the potion they would be brewing today on the board. He leaned towards her, responding in a hushed tone, “Why? He's not paying attention to us and I want to know why you're avoiding me.”
“What makes you think I'm avoiding you?” she retorted under her breath. “It's not like we've had cause to interact in the past, in fact it's normal for us to avoid each other, so it's nothing new.”
He pulled the notes he'd made the night before out of his bag, “But it's not like you to not know everything.” She scowled as he waved the papers under her nose. “You wanted these last night, so what changed?”
He saw her eyes flash and knew what she was going to do. He pulled the papers away just as she made a grab for them. She reached for them again and he grabbed her wrist as it passed in front of him. She tried to pull her hand back but he held it firmly. “Ah, ah, Granger, let's not forget our manners.”
“Why do you have to make everything so difficult.”
“What changed?”
“What? Nothing. Malfoy, just give me the notes.” He raised a brow at her. “Please,” she added in a forced whisper.
Draco sighed. He let go of her wrist and slipped the notes back into his bag. “Not until you tell me why you're ignoring me.”
“Forget it,” she said turning back to her book.
Slughorn was now explaining the correct method of brewing the potion he had set. Granger turned to the page it was found on and started reading. Draco grinned, then reached over and pulled her book towards him.
Her hands flew to the book, trying to prevent it from being taken. “Malfoy! What do you think you are doing?”
Draco shrugged, “I forgot my text in my room, we'll have to share today.”
Her mouth gaped as he moved his chair closer. That had been a complete lie. His book was in his bag, but it gave him an excuse to bug her at the same time as forcing her to be closer to him.
She tried to tug the book back to her, “That's your own fault.”
“Not entirely. I was so distraught that you were ignoring me, that I didn't prepare properly for today’s classes,” he said with a smirk.
She snorted, “You distraught? That's a laugh, Malfoy. Now give me my book back!”
“What changed?”
“You are impossible,” she hissed, tugging her book again.
Draco's hand remained firmly on top of it, holding it in place, “What changed, Granger?”
“Seriously?!” she glared at him. He just stared back. “Ugh, fine! I didn't want you to call me crazy again? Now can I please have my book back?”
It was Draco's turn to gape at her. She'd avoided him because he'd hinted that she might be going crazy? He'd said much worse things to her in the past and she hadn't seemed bothered by them as much as this. Or maybe she had, maybe he just hadn't been paying enough attention to notice. He stared at her blankly. Was she really that sensitive about the things he said?
“Miss Granger? Mister Malfoy? Is there a problem?”
Draco snapped out of his thoughts, “No Sir,” he said automatically as he turned to the professor, “Granger and I were just discussing the best way to go about sharing a text book. It seems she has forgotten her's in her room, so I offered to share mine.”
Hermione's face flamed, she opened her mouth to contradict him, so he hurridly continued.
“Since it's the second day back and I knew how excited she was to be in this class, I didn't want her to miss anything by having to run all the way back to our dorm to get her copy. I thought it was the only decent thing to do, wouldn't you agree Professor?”
Slughorn nodded, smiling, “Quite right, Mister Malfoy. Today's potion will take most of the class to brew, so that was certainly very thoughtful. Miss Granger, it seems you are very lucky indeed to have Mister Malfoy as your partner. Some potions we will be brewing will be done individually, in which case sharing a text will not be an option, so please make sure you bring your own book from now on.”
Draco smirked as Granger just nodded mutely, too angry with him to find the words to disprove what he had just said. Slughorn went back to the board, wrote down a few more things and told them they could start brewing their potions.
Hermione finally turned her burning gaze on Draco, “Why would you do that?”
He shrugged, pulling his chair closer and flipping the pages until he found the potion they would be making. “Seemed like a good idea at the time. I didn't want to look bad for forgetting my book.”
“So you thought it was okay to make me look bad?”
Draco looked up at her, noting how mad she sounded. He'd better say something to appease her, otherwise she'd be avoiding him again. “Granger,” he sighed, “everyone knows Slughorn loves you. I knew you'd get off way easier than I would have. All you got was a reminder to bring your book in the future. I would have gotten a detention, at the very least, and then you would have been on your own for planning the Prefect's patrols that we need to get done tonight.”
Her mouth relaxed marginally, “That still wasn't a very nice thing to do.”
“You'd rather plan patrols on your own? I can tell Slughorn the truth if that's what you really want-” he started to rise.
“No!” she said, grabbing his arm. He quirked his brow at her as he sat back down. “No, just don't ever make me look stupid like that again, Malfoy. I swear you will regret it.”
“I can't promise anything, Granger.” He smiled internally as she narrowed her eyes.
“Malfoy, so help me, if you-”
“Relax, Granger,” he chuckled, “I'll try my best, is that good enough for you? Now, shall we get on with this potion before we run out of time?”
She stared at him for a long time before turning to the book between them, “First thing we'll need is a shrivelfig.”
“Here, write down what we need and I'll get it from the supply cupboard,” he said pushing a piece of parchment towards her. “What are we brewing, anyway?”
Granger rolled her eyes, “You don't pay attention at all do you? We're making Elixir to Induce Euphoria.” She took her quill and scribbled out a list before handing it back to him.
“Euphoria?” he said, taking the paper. “That sounds pleasant.” He stood up, paused for a second, then leaned over her shoulder, his mouth near her ear. “And I do pay attention, most of the time, but I found myself distracted trying to gain the attention of a rather feisty witch.”
He heard her sharp intake of breath, smirked, and straightened to walk over to the cupboard. When he returned with the ingredients she had set up a cauldron and gotten out all the tools they would need for cutting, crushing and stirring. He was pleased to see that her cheeks were still a faint pink, and even more pleased when they grew even redder upon his return.
---**---
Hermione was doing her best to remain composed while they worked on their potion. She decided it would be easiest if she treated it like a job and reacted in what she thought was a professional manner. Putting aside her feelings about what had happened earlier she focused on the task at hand; preparing the sopophorous beans. It was the second last ingredient. Once this and the wormwood was in the pot they just had to stir it and then wait.
“Not like that, Granger.”
She jumped as Malfoy's hand caught hers, “What are you doing, Malfoy, I know how to cut up sopophorous beans.”
“You don't cut it, Granger-”
“The book clearly says to cut it, Malfoy.”
“Yeah, well, it's wrong,” he stated.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Come on, you mean you never noticed that Snape always crushed his beans when he was demonstrating a potion? He told me once that it releases the juices better.”
“Fine,” she said reaching for her mortar and pestle.
“No, no, Granger, just stop,” he said, grabbing her other hand too.
She stiffened. He now had both her hands in a firm grip, which caused his body to lean in front of her, his shoulder pressed against her chest. She noticed him peering at her out of the corner of his eyes. “Malfoy-” she started.
“Look, remember I said I'm brilliant at potions? Just let me show you what to do.”
Exasperated she tried to wrench her hands free, taking a step back, which caused his body to turn to face her. “If you're so brilliant at it, then why don't you just do it?”
“Because you'd never learn if I did everything for you.”
“Fine then, by all means, show me your brilliant way of crushing them,” she said, expecting him to let go of her in order to demonstrate. He did let go of her one hand, the one that had been reaching for her mortar. His other hand still held onto the one that held the knife she'd been using to cut the beans.
He reached down and positioned the sopophorous bean in the middle of the cutting board. Then he stepped closer, guiding her hand and the knife to the bean. Hermione swallowed, she could feel his chest pressing into her shoulder. Malfoy had never stood this close to her before, he'd never wanted to. Didn't he think she was dirty? Shouldn't he think that standing this close would sully him and his expensive robes?
“Granger, you'll never crush it properly if you don't relax.”
“I'm trying.”
He chuckled, vibrations travelling down her arm. “Something distracting you?” he whispered quietly in her ear.
Her body gave an involuntary twitch, “No, just hurry up and show me how to do this.”
“I'm trying,” he mimicked, “but I can't when you're this tense, Granger.”
His free hand suddenly came up to her shoulder, he let it rest there for a moment before he slid it under her curls, trailing it to the back of her neck. Once there his fingers started to massage gently.
Hermione's breathing deepend, “Malfoy-” she said trying to tip her head away from his hand, “What are you-”
“Relax, Granger. I'm trying to get you to relax.”
“Well it's not working, Malfoy,” she bit out.
“That's because you're not letting it,” he murmured. “Just relax.”
Hermione took a deep breath, trying to focus her mind on anything but his body pushed into her side and his hand on her neck. She had no idea why he was doing this. No idea why it was making her so tense. It had to be because she didn't like him, didn't enjoy his company. That had to be it, if she didn't like his company it made sense that she wouldn't like him being this close and touching her. The sooner she relaxed the sooner he could get on with showing her what he wanted to and the sooner he would move away. She let out her breath slowly, forcing her shoulders to relax.
“See, that wasn't so hard, was it, Granger?”
“Yes, actually it was. Can you please just get on with it?”
“Sure,” he said. “The trick is to find the flattest part of the bean and put that face down. Then you take the knife like this,” he turned her hand so the blade was flat against the top of the bean, “and gently push down, like so.” His hand started to push hers downwards, causing the knife blade to crush the bean. Juice started to leak out of it and he lifted her hand away from it, “And, voila, sopophorous bean juice!”
“Was it really necessary to manhandle me to show me that? You could have just told me to crush it with my knife blade. That would have achieved the same results in half the time.”
He pushed the hand holding the knife roughly into the table and used the hand on her neck to pull her head towards him. Hermione inhaled sharply as he pressed his forehead to the side of hers, his lips by her ear. His slow, even breaths tickled her skin for a few moments before he spoke.
“That wouldn't have been nearly as much fun though, Granger.”
Fun? What did he mean by that? She then remembered that this was Malfoy, of course he would think that taunting her would be fun. Just look at the embarrassment he'd caused her at the start of class. She was about to speak when he abruptly let her go and stepped away. She had to clutch the table to keep herself from stumbling at the sudden withdrawal of his body from her side.
“Just the wormwood left,” he stated imperiously, reading over the directions in the text book. “Once we add that it's done.”
“We, umm” Hermione stopped and cleared her throat, her voice sounding a bit strained. “We have to stir it after we add it.”
He looked back at the text, “So we do, six times in fact. Good catch, Granger.”
She nodded weakly. The sooner this class was over the better. She needed to get away from him. She felt like she was once again suffering whiplash from his mood swings and she couldn't shake the feeling of his hands on her. She could still feel them, touching her, scalding her skin.
She looked over at him and found him adding the wormwood. He picked up the stirring rod and started mixing. As he stirred his eyes rose to meet hers. She didn't like the look in his eyes, a dark, calculating look. She didn't know why, but it made her uneasy. Yes, the end of class couldn't come soon enough. She looked away from him, pulling the book to her under the pretext of reading it over to make sure everything had been done properly. It had, she knew it had, but she couldn't look at him any longer.
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