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Love and Desire	By : RedDawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank you everyone for the reviews! I am glad you are enjoying my story thus far. I know the chapters are a bit short, but I am working on that. I also know it has been a slow beginning, but i wanted to give adequate background. ALSO i know Draco IS a bit impotent right now... but be patient with me... :D Much love to you all! enjoy!
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Draco was furious, trying hard not to explode into an all-out rage. He did not expect a friendly welcome, but this was beyond what he imagined. Draco paced the length of the dormitory taking slow, deep breaths as he had been taught by Healer Jones, trying to calm himself. What was he going to do? He obviously wasn’t going to be able to stay in this dormitory and he was damn sure he wasn’t going to go cry to Professor McGonagall, that would only make matters worse. Yet where was he going to sleep; where would he be safe? Perhaps he would find an empty classroom. Contemplating the possible empty classrooms and the one he would least likely be caught in, Draco started gathering his possessions and tossing them into his trunk.
Draco slammed the lid of his trunk shut and cast a shrinking charm on it, stopping when it was small enough to easily carry in his bag, and stormed out of the dormitory without a backwards glance. Several Slytherins stopped to stare as he crossed the common room to the portrait hole, and he left without saying a word, with just a scowl on his face. Still not having made up his mind on where he was going to go, Draco set off wandering the castle aimlessly, hoping he did not run into any more trouble.
Nearly quarter of an hour later Draco was still wandering the castle, having travelled all the way to the seventh floor, when he stopped dead in in tracks, recognizing the familiar corridor. “Of course!” he exclaimed out loud. “Why hadn’t I thought of this sooner?”
He set to pacing back and forth in front of a stretch of wall thinking to himself, “I need my own dormitory. I need my own dormitory. I need my own dormitory.” Suddenly a large oak door with an iron handle appeared on the wall before him. Elated that it had worked, he pushed open the door and broke into a grin.
The room before him was spacious and brightly lit. He stepped into foyer and dropped his bag, excited to explore his new living quarters. Around the corner to the right was a sitting area with a round oak table between two green sofas. In front of the large fireplace were two matching green arm chairs. In the corner of the room sat a writing desk stocked with parchment, an ink bottle and a large golden quill. The opposing wall was covered in bookshelves and packed full of books. Draco walked over to the shelves and ran his hand along the spines, laughing as he embraced his surroundings.
After a few moments, Draco turned back towards the foyer, eager to explore the rest of the dormitory. To the left of the foyer was another large oak door. Draco walked over to it and pushed it open without hesitation. The bedroom before him was even more grand than the sitting room. A four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room, so large it looked as if it could easily fit three people in it. The duvet was the same dark green as the furniture in the sitting room, and black curtains hung on all sides of the bed. The bed had oak nightstands on either side and in the corner was a matching wardrobe.
Hardly believing his eyes, Draco continued through the room to a set of oak doors, opening them both and stepping into the largest private bathroom he had ever seen. The room before him was so grand, it rivaled the prefect’s bathroom. A huge marble tiled pool sat sunk into the middle of the floor, dozens of taps interspersed along the perimeter. Large marble stairs descended into its depths and disappeared, making Draco wonder how deep the pool went.
In the far corner there was a private, enclosed toilet. The adjoining wall had a long counter with several sinks, above which was a mirror running the entire length. On the opposing wall was a glass enclosed shower, with several knobs along the wall. Curious, Draco turned the first knob and a waterfall splashed down from the ceiling.
Feeling happier than he could ever remember, Draco pulled his robes over his head, kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off his muscled shoulders, unbuttoned his trousers, letting them fall to the floor, pulled his boxers down and finally peeled off his socks. Now, completely naked, Draco stepped into the shower, letting the water wash away his troubles.
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Hermione climbed through the portrait hole and into Gryffindor common room hoping to find Ron and have a word before dinner, however she was disappointed by his absence. Realizing that her walk from Arithmancy was much shorter than his, coming from Care of Magical Creatures, she decided to wait for him to return. She pulled a book from her bag and sank into an arm chair by the fire.
Before she knew it, half an hour went by without any appearance from Ron, Harry, or Ginny. Assuming they had gone straight to dinner without bother to meet up with her, Hermione felt suddenly hurt. Overwhelmed by the day’s events, tears began to spring from Hermione’s eyes. Not wanting anyone to see her cry, she quickly raced upstairs to her dormitory.
Relieved to find the room empty, Hermione collapsed on her bed, her body racking with sobs. She could hardly believe what an awful first day back it had been. Not only was she having trouble with Ron, which caused her to mess up in Arithmancy, she was also stuck having Malfoy as her Potions partner; for the entire year!
Hermione suddenly burst into a fit of derisive laughter, realizing that she had spoken more with Malfoy today than she had with Ron. Malfoy had even tried to be kind to her, which was more than she could say for Ron. If he wanted to pout and avoid her because she pushed him away earlier, then fine, she would let him. Why should she be the one to run to him to talk things out? She didn’t do anything wrong.
No longer wishing to see Ron, or any of her other friends, Hermione knew she should leave the Gryffindor tower soon before they returned. Deciding to send a letter to her parents, Hermione picked up her bag and rushed down the stairs and out of the portrait hole.

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Feeling better than he could have possibly believed, Draco stepped out of the bathroom, with just a towel around his waist. He walked back to the foyer where his forgotten bag lay, picked it up and returned to his bedroom. Reaching inside, Draco pulled out his trunk and with a wave of his wand, returned it to its’ regular size. He opened the lid, pulling out the loose pages of the destroyed books, and stacked them on the floor next to himself.
Finding the wad of torn robes, Draco carefully laid them out on the floor next to each other. “Indumentis Repairo,” he proclaimed with another wave of his wand, mending the robes. He gathered up the pile of robes and inspected his work. Seeming satisfied, Draco got dressed, then returned to the mound of shredded library books. “Libros repairo,” he commanded and the pages began to fly around rapidly, organizing themselves back into their proper form. In a matter of moments, a neat stack of books were in front of him.
Draco’s stomach growled with hunger. Hoping he could still make it to the Great Hall in time for a late dinner, Draco checked the time. Pleased to see he had enough time to swing by the Owlery to send an order off to Flourish and Blotts before going down to dinner, Draco walked to the desk in the sitting room. He hastily wrote down the list of books, stuffing the piece of parchment in his pocket before setting off for the owlery.
Draco took the stairs two at a time up to the Owlery, being in a rather good mood. Cresting the final stair, he started scanning the rows of owls in search of his large tawny. Not immediately spotting her, Draco walked deeper into the tower. He rounded a corner and spotted none other than Hermione Granger sitting on the floor, hugging her knees.
She looked up at his unexpected presence and quickly wiped at her red, puffy eyes. She regarded him for a moment before burying her face in her hands.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” said Draco softly. “I just need to send this letter and I will be gone.” He spotted his owl high on a perch above her head, stuck out his arm and called to his owl. She swooped down from her perch and landed on his arm with a soft hoot. He transferred her to a lower perch so he could retrieve the scroll of parchment from his pocket.
As he proceeded to tie the letter to the tawny’s leg, he heard Hermione begin to sob louder. He quickly took his owl to the nearest window, stroking her feathers. “Take this order to Flourish and Blotts and wait for them to send you back with my new books,” instructed Draco. She nipped his finger in acknowledgement and took off into the night.
Draco turned to leave, looking over at Hermione with an unfamiliar feeling of concern for the witch. She was usually so strong, it was odd seeing her so weak. In the past, he would have relished an opportunity like this to insult her and tear her down further, but now he had a strong urge to help her, to comfort her. Before he knew what he was doing, he walked closer to her, kneeled down and asked, “Are you okay Granger?”
Hermione sniffled as she looked up at him and choked, “What do you care? You can quit pretending to be nice. Go ahead and insult me already. Go on, I know you want to!”
“I’m not going to insult you,” Draco said defensively. “I don’t know why, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Real funny Malfoy. I know you; you don’t care about anyone but yourself!” she shrieked.
“You may think you knew the person I used to be, but you don’t know who I am now. I’m not the same person I was before,” said Draco running his hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t expect you understand. I was honestly just trying to be nice.”
Hermione stared up at him, apparently at a loss for words, studying his face. He stared back at her, hoping for some reason that she would believe him. Realizing he was being foolish, and questioning why he even cared, he looked away and turned to leave.
“You do seem different,” squeaked Hermione. “But how can you expect me to believe you?”
“Honestly, I don’t know,” he confessed. “I guess I don’t. I know I can’t undo the past, but I really am sorry for everything I’ve ever done to you. It’s not like I expect us to be friends or for you to forgive me. I guess I just want us to be on civil terms, otherwise it is going to be a very long year for both of us.”
Draco continued to stand in front of her, waiting for her to say something when Hermione began to laugh manically. Draco was taken aback, confused by her reaction and immediately began to feel defensive. He didn’t expect her to believe him, but he didn’t expect her to laugh in his face either.
“I never thought I would say this, but you’re right Malfoy,” admitted Hermione continuing to laugh.
“I know it’s hard to believe, but what’s so bloody funny about that?” asked Draco defensively, with a furrowed brow.
“Oh, that’s not what I’m laughing about,” Hermione said covering her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter.
“Care to explain?”
“It’s just that I don’t want to be alone right now, yet I don’t want to be around any of my friends. You’ve been the best company I’ve had all day!” declared Hermione, throwing her hands up in the air.
“I find that hard to believe,” said Draco deprecatingly.
“I don’t expect you to believe me,” quipped Hermione. “I was just being honest. I don’t expect you to understand,” she said pointedly, throwing his previous words back at him.
“You know Granger, you’re actually quite funny,” said Draco chuckling. “You want to know something ironic? You’re actually the best company I’ve had all day.” Draco and Hermione both laughed at the improbability of the moment. Draco’s head was reeling, not quite believing what was transpiring. Was he really laughing with Hermione Granger?
Draco’s stomach growled loudly, causing Hermione to look up at him questioningly. “You haven’t eaten dinner either?”
“I, erm, was planning on going after I sent my owl,” said Draco awkwardly. “But if you don’t want to be alone--”
Hermione looked up at him with an astonished look on her face. “I don’t want to be alone, but I wasn’t insinuating that you should stay. Go on down to dinner.”
“You need to eat too. Why don’t you come down with me? I mean, not with me,” stammered Draco.
“No offense, but I don’t want anyone to see me like this,” said Hermione, gesturing at her face.
“I know a charm that will make you look as if you never shed a tear. I mean, you can’t stay here all night, even if you don’t want to go to dinner,” said Draco. Hermione looked at him curiously, to which Draco replied, “Don’t ask.”
Hermione sat studying Draco for several moments, as if contemplating his proposal. “I don’t know if I can trust you. How do I know you aren’t going to jinx me?”
Draco ran his hand through his hair. She had a point, how could she trust him? He didn’t blame her for her hesitation. Not knowing what to say to convince her, Draco shrugged his shoulders.
“I hope I don’t regret this, but I really am quite hungry.”
Draco pulled his wand from his robes, shocked she was actually trusting him. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and without hesitation Draco crouched down in front of Hermione and recited the charm that would reduce her red, puffy eyes.
“There you go,” he said dully when finished.
Hermione reached into her bag and pulled out a small mirror, inspecting her face. She looked at Draco with amazement, stuffing the mirror back in her back and standing up. Draco stood up too and gestured for her to lead the way.
The pair walked down the deserted corridors in comfortable silence, lost in their own thoughts. As they approached the Great Hall Draco cleared his throat. “You go on ahead. I’ll be right behind you. I’m sure you don’t want anyone to think we came here together.”
Hermione turned to Draco, looking him directly in the eyes. “Thank you, Draco,” she said with a small smile and proceeded to walk into the Great Hall.
Draco stood in the corridor for several minutes utterly perplexed, not truly believing what just happened. He and Hermione just had a friendly interaction, which he never would have believed possible. Smiling to himself, Draco walked into the Great Hall.
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