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Mirror, mirror, on the wall...	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47267 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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*Author*:
Padfoot
the Marauder

*Rating*:
NC-17

*Pairings*: HG/DM,
LE/JP, NB/LM, BB/LM

*Summary*: When
Hermione becomes Head Girl she accidentally discovers that the mirrors of her
private dorm provide a clear outlook into the Head Boy�s quarters. A view of
three generations of Head Girls dealing with this unusual phenomenon.
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*Disclaimer*: I own
nothing and nobody! These characters belong to JK Rowling. I promise I�ll return
them unharmed... sort of.

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CHAPTER
6
1996
(The next day)

Hermione
woke up feeling slightly dazed. It was only when she felt the pleasant hum
between her legs that she remembered what had occurred last night. She rolled
unto her side to look over at Draco. She found that he was also awake and rolled
unto his side too. He was staring into the mirror, either at himself or into
empty space. Hermione felt like hitting herself. Last night she had undergone
the most intense sexual experience of her life and the person it was with wasn�t
even aware of it. And if he�d find out, he�d certainly be furious. She shifted
herself so that it was almost like he was looking into her eyes. She almost felt
like crying. That�s how she had wanted it to be. Him waking up next to her after
a night of passion and knowing she was there. Why did this have to be so
difficult. Why couldn�t he just be more like the way she saw him when he was
alone? Why did he always have to be such a damn jerk to her? She jolted a bit
when she saw a twinkle in Draco�s eyes. His pupils shifted about a millimetre so
he was staring directly at her.

�Hasn�t
anyone ever told you that it�s not polite to stare?� he asked
smugly.

Hermione�s
eyes widened in shock.

�Aaaaaaaah!�

Hermione
tumbled out of her bed with a loud �THUMP�.


�Granger?�

No
reply.


�Granger, you alright?�


�You... you can see me?� Hermione asked incredulously.


�Not right now I can�t,� he answered matter-of-factly. �You�re hiding
behind the bed�


�But... But...�


�Stop butting and get up,� Draco replied.


�I can�t,� Hermione said. �I�m naked.�


�Nothing I haven�t seen before,� Draco commented with an amused
undertone.

Hermione
grumbled and reached up to pull the sheets from her bed. She wrapped them around
herself and carefully got up. She was grateful to see that Draco was wearing his
boxers. She really didn�t think she could hold a conversation with him while he
was in the buff.


�How?� she asked in a shrill tone of voice.


�Probably the same spell that�s on your wall,� he
shrugged.


�But... But...�


�I said: stop butting�.


�How long have you been watching me?� she asked
him.


�Two days.�


�Two days?� she yelled angrily, feeling
abused.


�And how long have you been watching me?� Draco asked in
return.

Hermione
crossed her arms in front of her chest as if she was trying to shield
herself.


�Nine days,� she admitted.

Draco
gave her a glare as if he was asking �so who�s the bigger perv?�.


�Hey, it was an accident!� Hermione yelled in defence. �I�ve spent all
week in the library trying to solve this mess!�

Draco
cocked an eyebrow.


�It kind of looked to me like you were enjoying this little �accident�,�
he commented haughtily.


�Look who�s talking!�

         �I
know who�s talking: a person victimised by a voyeur�


�I told you: it was an-�


�-accident. Yes yes you said that already!� Draco said
dismissingly.

Hermione
threw her nose up and sat herself on the bed. She had to concentrate on keeping
her gaze fixed on Malfoy�s face, which was quite difficult considering he was
only wearing boxers.


�Alright then �victim�,� Hermione said sarcastically. �If you would be so
chivalrous to share; how did you find out?�


�Well, I got an interesting letter from my aunt two days ago� he
answered. �She had only just received word that I was appointed Head Boy and
felt the need to inform me about the other things that came with the job. She
had been Head Girl in her day and knew about the mirrors.�


�So that�s why you were so angry that day,� Hermione said, more a
statement then a question.

Draco�s
face stiffened.


�You were there?� he asked seemingly surprised.

Hermione
nodded absentmindedly. She swore she could hear Draco whisper �Damn!� under his
breath.


�You really pissed me off there, Granger!� Draco said, a little annoyance
creeping in his voice. �I work so hard to attain a certain image and you just
wriggle your way past it�.


�So you decided to pay me back?�


��Even the odds� I would say. And honestly, it has been very
educational.�


�Really now?� Hermione asked, getting quite pissed off herself. �And what
is it exactly that you have learned?�


�I�ve learned that we all wear masks.�


�Are we talking about your mask or mine?�


�Mainly yours. I was quite surprised really. Impressed is a better word.
I�m actually amazed I lasted two days. It was quite difficult acting oblivious
with you prancing around in those skimpy little outfits... or
less�.


�Oh, this is swell!� she spat. �So what now? You watch me for two days
and now you think I�m some wanton hussy?�

�No.
I think your human.�

�So
what was I before? A cyborg?�

�A
what?�

�Never
mind,� she said dismissingly.

Hermione
thought for a second.

�So
you�ve cast the spell on your room yourself?�

Draco
nodded with a shroud of pride.


�Then you know how to lift it?�

He
nodded again.


�Then lets lift it,� she said and got up from the bed, but then she saw
Draco wasn�t budging an inch.


�Tut tut tut, Granger,� he said waving his finger like some strict
schoolteacher. �Not so fast�.

He
backed up for a few meters and pretended to inspect the
wall.


�You know,� he said appraisingly. �I actually think I like it this
way�.


�What?�


�I think I�ll keep it,� he said while crossing his arms in front of his
chest.


�Tell me you�re kidding!� she said trying to keep desperation from her
voice.

Draco
shook his head in denial.


�This is just... I can�t believe... you are such a...� she stuttered,
feeling utterly helpless. �I�m going to take a
shower!�

She strutted
off towards her bathroom making sure the sheets covering her body were firmly
kept in place.


�So am I,� Draco said victoriously.


�Fine!� she replied.

Maybe it was
because it was early in the morning or because she was so angry, but today
Hermione was rather slow in figuring out what one plus one was. She quickly
figured out that the answer is �two� when in her bathroom she found herself
faced with a smirking Draco Malfoy.

�Get
out!� she yelled.

�Make
me!� he challenged.


�Haven�t you gotten quite the eyeful of me already?� Hermione said her
cheeks turning slightly pink. It was not sure if this was from anger or
embarrassment.


�Indeed I have,� Draco said grinningly. �So there�s no need for you to
feel self-conscious now�.


�You...are such...a prat!� she
growled storming out.


�Thank you dear, I love you to,� he smirked
sarcastically.

*

Hermione
ran out of her room into the common room; the only place she could go without
being ogled like some caged animal. She sat herself down on the first couch she
could find and buried her face in her hands. She couldn�t help but cry. Draco
came walking in the common room a minute or so after her (still only in his
boxers) and rolled his eyes at the sight.


�Why are you crying,� he asked in an annoyed voice.


�How can you ask me that?� Hermione yelled between tears.


�I don�t know,� he shrugged. �I just did.�

Hermione
sighed and sniffed her nose.


�Because I feel sleazy and filthy.�


�Why?� he asked sarcastically while moving closer to her. �Because you�ve
been watching me for a week? Because I�ve seen you naked? Or was it because you
got all tingly by watching me in my birthday suit? Or perhaps because you played
with yourself in front of me?�

Hermione
got all red in the face, lowered her head and covered her eyes in shame.

�O
damn,� Draco said while releasing a sigh as he saw that tears were gushing from
under her hand.

�Listen,�
he said while cupping her chin and forcing her to look at him. �Why did you
anyway?�

�What?�
she asked while caressing her tears away.

�Play
with yourself in front of me?�


�I... I couldn�t help myself,� she admitted.


�Really?� he asked, feeling genuinely surprised.


�So... why did you?� she asked in return, desperately wanting the
attention away from her actions.


�Because I was trying to embarrass the Hell out of you,� he answered with
a soft smile on his face. �It seems I quite failed in that
aspect.�


�Don�t be so sure,� she replied coldly.

Draco
sighed in desperation.


�Oh come on! This situation isn�t all bad�.


�Isn�t it?� Hermione asked derisively.


�No it isn�t. Sure, I was angry and livid when I found out about the
mirrors, but later on... I kind of liked the way you looked at me when you
thought I couldn�t see you�.

Hermione
looked at her feet.


�No one ever looked at me that way before� Draco
continued.


�And that�s how you repay that sentiment? By acting like a complete and
utter jerk?�

He
shrugged.


�It always worked before.�

Hermione
went quiet and her eyes glazed over a bit.


�Hermione?�

Hermione
flinched at hearing him use her first name.


�Will you stop recoiling like that!� he spat. �This isn�t like you!
Where�s the zest? The passion? The fire?�


�It went out,� she said dryly. For once, just once, she had given in to
the natural urges her mind and body were craving for. And now it had come back
and hit her square in the face. She had never felt so seedy in her life.

Suddenly
Hermione felt Draco grasp her by the shoulders and lift her up from her seat.
She looked up and found that she was now face-to-face with him. It seemed like
he was contemplating on what to do for a moment, but then he leaned in and
pressed his lips against hers. Hermione gasped. Malfoy�s kissing her. Her first
kiss. So this is what it feels like. Being on fire and shivering at the same
time. Sparks, fireworks, electricity,... the whole shebang. The kiss was sweet
and feather-light
but filled with emotion none the less. Hermione felt her hair being stroked back
by one of Draco�s hands. His palm gently caressing her tearstained cheek while
he slightly pushed her upper lip up with his bottom one. Their lips slowly
parted and brown eyes met silvery grey. Draco cast his eyes downward in a look
of discomfort.


�I�m sorry,� he said apologetically, looking at his feet.


�Don�t be,� she answered, her knees feeling strangely wobbly. And she
instantly knew she meant it.

A
moment of awkward silence shrouded the two of them.


�We�ve get to get to class,� Draco said, breaking the stillness. �You can
use the bathroom. I�ll wait�.


�Thanks� Hermione said, and left to her dorm, trying not to trip over her
own feet.

*

While
she was standing under the shower she constantly had to force herself to perform
the little actions that were required to clean oneself up. Pick up shampoo.
Open the lid. Pour it�s contents over your hand. Rub it over scalp. Rinse it
out. Repeat the action. Pick up soap. And so on. She was constantly
transported back to the kiss she shared with Draco. Several times she brought
her fingers to her lips to mimic the feel of it.

Did
she imagine her first kiss to be like this?

No.

Did
she imagine it to be with this person?

Hell
no!

Did
she mind?

Definitely
not!

But
why did he kiss her? Was it just to �lighten her spirits�? Or did he like her
back? Did *she* even like him? She had grown to like the person
she had been watching these last few days. But this wasn�t him. Not totally
anyway. Would she like the other part of him? Does she even know the other part
of him? Really? She had to find out.

*


�Why did you kiss me?� she asked Draco from across her side of the room
as she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe.

Draco
momentarily seemed to think about his answer.

�We
all wear masks,� he finally answered. �The trick is to take them off for the
people who really matter�.

�Since
when do I matter?� Hermione asked somewhat flabbergasted. �I thought I was just
a �bushy haired Mudblood��.

He
gave her a pleading look.


�Silly girl. Haven�t you ever heard about people pestering the persons
they like?�


�Sure I did, but that usually stops after
pre-school.�


�I was home schooled, so I guess I skipped that
faze.�

This
got a smile on Hermione�s face, but she looked at the floor as if she was
embarrassed to smile in front of him.

�I
like you Hermione. I might be terrible at expressing it, but I
do.�

She
let out a noise between an chuckle and a sob.

�Even
after you�ve seen me shave my legs?� she asked.

�Even
after that� he grinned.

Hermione
looked up at Draco. Their eyes locked and they slowly moved closer to each
other, desperately wanting to taste again what they briefly tasted before. The feel of each others lips caressing
each other while heated bodies were tenderly pressed up against...

THUMP!

�Ouch!�

�Dammit�

O
right; the wall.

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