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Temptations	By : Nikkilicious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Fall
- 2-Gluttony
- 3-Sloth
- 4-Sloth Cont'd
- 5-Greed
- 6-Greed Cont'd
- 7-Envy
- 8-Envy Cont'd
- 9-Lust
- 10-Lust Cont'd
- 11-Pride
- 12-Pride Cont'd
- 13-Wrath
- 14-Home
- 15-Mystery
- 16-Attack
- 17-Rise
- 5
- 6
- 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any part of the franchise. This is a work of fanfiction, written solely for the enjoyment of myself and other fans. No profit is being made off of this work.

NOTE: I need to apologize for a mistake that I made. During the last chapter I said that Hermione went to WhizzHard, claiming it was a book store in Diagon Alley. This is not true. WhizzHard is a publishing company. They published Quidditch Through the Ages. I did go back and edit it. The store is now Flourish and Blotts. Again, sorry about that. Thanks.
Now on with the show!

�We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.�

-- Frederick Keonig

It was insane. What she was doing was just� insane! But no matter how many times she said it to herself, she still couldn�t make her feet stop moving forward. Couldn�t make them turn around.
In fact, Hermione could have sworn that they were walking her even faster.
After their scuffle in the book shop, both her and Draco had retreated back to the Leaky Cauldron for the night, to sleep, which at the time, she had every intention of doing. But after only a few hours she awoke with a bizarre feeling. A burning need. It was all completely irrational. Completely ridiculous.
But she had to have those books.
So, ignoring her brain�s many protests, her body got up, got dressed, and snuck out of the inn quietly. She headed straight for Diagon Alley.
She wasn�t exactly sure what she was going to do when she got to the books but all that mattered was that she did get to them. Before him. Especially before him.
Draco Malfoy.
He truly was the bane of her existence. It wasn�t because he made fun of her or called her names. It wasn�t because of the torture and humiliation that he loved to inflict. It wasn�t even because he hated her back.
It was because all of those things actually affected her. That was why she hated him. Because, no matter how insignificant she told herself he was, he always found a way to hurt her. To dig deep inside of her flesh and cut her up like carving board.
She didn�t want to care what he thought.
But obviously it didn�t matter what she wanted.
The shop was in her sights. Flourish and Blotts. It was her favorite place and always the first stop on her list when shopping for supplies every year.
And the lights were on.
She could see the glow from around the corner. But Hermione hadn�t left any lights on. So that meant that someone else was there.
If she�d been in her right mind, she would have jumped for joy at the prospect of other people somewhere in the deserted place. But Hermione Granger definitely wasn�t in her right mind, and all she could think about was that she was going to kill whoever it was if they touched any of her books.
Bursting through the door, Hermione held her wand at the ready, prepared to defend what was rightfully hers.
It was Malfoy standing there.
Not standing. Crouching. Shoving books into a giant black bag that was beside him.
�What do you think you�re doing?� Hermione screamed at him.
He barely spared a glance behind him, already knowing that she was there.
He didn�t care. All he cared about was getting the books.
Getting them and doing what? He wasn�t sure.
But the incredible longing inside of him was horrible and he could only fill it one way. By taking the books. Because they were his. And no one was going to tell him differently.
�Give those back, their mine!�
Except maybe Granger.
He turned on her then, his wand out in a flash, a scowl on his lips.
�I don�t think so.�
�You don�t think so? Well maybe you aren�t thinking at all. Perhaps you could fire up a few brain cells. Enough so you can realize that these are mine. And while you�re at it, you can use those brain cells to also realize that you are utterly worthless and you should go jump off the top of the Astronomy Tower!�
She�d never wanted to cause harm to something so bad. And the fact that he was smirking at her only made it worse.
�Malfoy, I�m serious! Give me the books.�
He stared at her a moment, taking a casual step back and lowering his wand.
�Well then, if you want them so bad, come and get them.�
And she did. Hermione was never one to back down from a challenge and Malfoy had clearly been challenging her.
Lunging at him, she tackled him to the ground, but not before he quickly flicked his wand, casting a tickling charm. She couldn�t breathe because she was laughing so hard, and Malfoy couldn�t breathe because she fell right on top of him and was wriggling around uncontrollably.
Shoving her off, he stood up. She was still squirming around on the floor, laughing. If he hadn�t known any better, he would have thought that she was having a seizure.
�Not so tough now, are you?�
He spoke too soon. Because her legs, moving on their own accord, got tangled in the end of his robe and as soon as he attempted to walk away he went tumbling backward, falling to the ground with her again.
Hermione had just a brief second to flick her own wand and remove the charm from herself.
Then the second was over and both were on their feet once more.
�You really think you can beat me Malfoy?� She had a determined look on her face as she stared him down. But if he was frightened, he didn�t show it.
�Perhaps. Perhaps not. Let�s find out.�
He shot a curse and she easily dodged it before sending one of her own. They were matched in their battle of wands, as they both knew. The fight was going to come down to intelligence. Wit.
Who ended up outsmarting the other.
Surprisingly, it was Draco who thought of something first.
He was hiding behind a fallen table. Shredded books, paper fragments, and powerful jinxes were flying trough the air. He wasn�t sure which way was up at the moment. But then it hit him, just as a flash of blue zoomed past, signaling Hermione�s curses were getting closer.
He was fighting with her over books. Stupid books.
He only wanted them because she wanted them. But she could have them. There were so many other more valuable things that he could take here. And she couldn�t do a thing about it.
He smiled.
�I surrender!� As soon as the words left his mouth, all action ceased. Shards of paper fluttered to the floor silently and when the air was clear, Draco hesitantly stood from behind his barricade, his hands up.
�You surrender?� She still had her wand pointed directly at him, more than suspicious of his actions.
�That�s right.� Ever so slowly he pocketed his wand to prove to her that he no longer wanted to duel. She only gripped her own tighter.
�Fighting over this stupid shop is� well, stupid. I don�t want the books.�
She blinked.
And blinked again.
He didn�t want them? So they were hers? There had to be a catch. Had to.
And there was.
�I�m taking the Quidditch Shop.�

Another week passed.
Still no news.
Ron and Harry were becoming frustrated.
Scratch that.
It was way beyond frustrating. They were feeling bloody pissed. Everything was all so unsettling without Hermione or Malfoy around.
Yep, even Malfoy was missed.
Harry would have given anything for a good Slytherin versus Gryffindor Quidditch match. Hell, he�d even consider losing on purpose if it meant things went back to normal.
But no amount of wishing would do a thing.
Harry and Ron went separate ways when they left the Great Hall.
Ron was going to the pitch. To fly away his troubles. He�d been doing it a lot recently.
Harry, he was heading for somewhere far different. The dungeons.
To talk to Snape.
The walk down seemed to take forever and with every step he took, Harry died a bit more inside. It sounded awfully tragic, even in his own mind, but it was how he felt. He knew the chances of finding her now were slim to none, leaning more towards none. She wasn�t dead. He was convinced of it. But it wasn�t a comforting thought because if she wasn�t dead, then she was alive and more than likely suffering. Images of Death Eaters torturing her ran through his mind constantly.
On top of everything else he was dealing with, that was enough to make him break.
Ginny kept telling him to have faith. Hope. But even in her bright blue eyes, he could see the faith wavering.
Harry didn�t want to fight a war. He was seventeen years old. The only thing he wanted to do was get through his N.E.W.T.s and get on with his life.
The only comfort he�d had for the last seven years was that his best friends were right beside him, every step of the way.
Not anymore. Hermione was gone and every day he was losing more and more of Ron. Or maybe it was he, himself, who was slipping away.
The door to the potions classroom was open when Harry arrived. Snape taught Defense Against the Dark Arts but he was still frequently in the dungeons. At this particular time, he was speaking with Slughorn, which Harry knew because he�d been watching on the map.
He entered the doorway and both professors looked to him, ceasing their conversation.
�Harry, m�boy. We don�t have class now do we?� Slughorn asked.
�No Professor. I�m here to see Snape.� No more words were needed and with a pointed look Snape ushered Harry out of the classroom, nodding goodbye to Slughorn.
They went to another classroom nearby. Harry wasn�t sure what it was used for, but it would work.
Snape shut the door.
�What is it Mr. Potter?� He drawled.
�We have to do something.�
Harry had been pleading with all the teachers, begging anyone to do try and help. But none of them would listen. Snape was his last resort.
�About Mister Malfoy and Miss Granger?� Harry nodded. �Do what?�
�Something. Anyth-�
�Mr. Potter, don�t you think that if something could be done, it would have been already?�
�Yes, bu-�
�No buts. We have done everything we can at the moment in attempt to find our missing students.� Harry�s eyes darkened as he glared at his professor. He had known it would be a waste of time to come down, but he had done it anyway, out of pure desperation.
�You�re an Order member!� He demanded.
Snape took a swift step forward so that he was towering over Harry, his shadow engulfing him.
�Exactly! So I mean it when I say we have done everything in our power, Potter.� As he took a calming breath, his nostrils faired. His eyes left Harry�s. His expression was hard. �You aren�t the only one who lost someone, you know. Others are feeling just as you are.�
Harry opened his mouth but shut it again immediately. He stared at his professor, the man he had hated with almost as much passion as he did Voldemort, and he realized that he was right. Snape lost someone too. Malfoy.
Harry wasn�t sure of their relationship but he knew that the two were closer than most students and professors. He supposed it was because of all the commonalities.
It gave Harry sympathy for the old man, but it didn�t make him hate either of them any less.
�I know.�
�Good.�
And without letting Harry speak another word, Snape left the room.

It had become a war. Over Diagon Alley. The armies?
On the right side there was Hermione Granger: top student at Hogwarts, Gryffindor princess, muggle-born, and the greatest witch of her time.
On the left, Draco Malfoy: wizard elitist, Slytherin prince, pureblood, and the youngest Death Eater in Voldemort�s current army.
The land had been divided up. Draco, after graciously giving Hermione Flourish and Blotts and claiming the Quidditch shop instead, had now also staked his claim on Gambol and Japes, Madam Malkin�s, Madam Primpernelle�s, Twilfit and Tatting�s, and all the Apothecaries.
Hermione had her fair share as well, including the stationary store, the cauldron shop, Ollivander�s, Magical Menagerie, Eeylops Owl Emporium, Florean Fortescue�s Ice Cream Parlor, and most of the cafes.
But it wasn�t over yet.
Some of the places were off limits. Draco had tried many times to attain Gringotts, for instance, but failed miserably, getting electrocuted every time he attempted to open the front doors.
Hermione, as well, had tried and failed in getting the Weasley�s joke shop.
Obviously the fake Diagon Alley wasn�t one-hundred percent accurate, but it wasn�t like either of them noticed.
Still, there were many places yet to be had. And, so far, Hermione was winning.
Draco decided to take on a new strategy. He wouldn�t fight her for the places that were left over. No. He�d take a more sly approach. He was a Slytherin after all and known for his deviousness.
The planning took a while. He wasn�t sure how long this had all been going on but during his many battles with Granger he had caught glimpses of the sunset a few times, so he could only assume it was days.
The first part of the plan had been easy enough. Gather the ingredients. He had the apothecaries so that wasn�t too difficult. And even though Granger had the cauldron shop, he only had to wait until she was out of sight to sneak in there and grab one.
And then he had set to work.
Draco wanted to pat himself on the back for what a genius he was but he restrained himself, vowing to celebrate as soon as he completed his task and won the war.
Staring into the cauldron, he could see the dirt stains on his face, his sunken in eyes, and his gaunt cheeks. It was no wonder considering he hadn�t slept in a while, not to mention ate or showered. There was no time. If he let down his guard for one moment, that sneaky bitch would slink right in and take all of his stuff right from under his nose.
He had to watch her every second.
But not anymore.
He smiled menacingly as he carefully deposited the potion he�d made into a glass vile. His idea was perfect and he had to congratulate himself on it.
When the potion was safely secured in his pocket, he reached behind him and grabbed one last ingredient. It couldn�t be added until the very end. The exact moment that it needed to work.
He put it in his other pocket.
Then he was on the move, creeping around the corners as fast as he could until he got to her territory. He had to be quick if he wanted it to work because if he wasn�t she�d notice him. He supposed he could have done it during a time when she was away but then that would have taken the fun out of all of it. He wanted to see the look in her eyes when everything blew up in her face.
Flourish and Blotts was across the street from where he stood. He�d have to go out in plain sight, he knew. But that was fine. It would be worth it.
Looking to his left and his right, he made sure she wasn�t around before scurrying out from the shadows.
He held the potion, as well as the final ingredient, in his left hand. Draco wanted to remember this moment for as long as he lived. He was finally going to bring Hermione Granger down.
�Oy, Granger! You should come check out the show. Its going to be a riot!�
And before another second past, he flung the glass vials into the book store where, as soon as they landed, it exploded.
Hermione came running down the street, panic in her eyes.
She stopped dead in her tracks, only feet from her shop. The heat washed over her face but her blood had already run cold. Ashes rained down and clouds of black smoke rose into the air, creating an umbrella of darkness.
And Hermione almost cried as she watched her precious things go up in flames.
Literally.
Draco, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear like a mad man. He basked in the heat and inhaled the smoke, loving its destructiveness.
�What did I tell you Granger? One hell of a show!�
Hermione�s head snapped to the side and she glowered at him. She was no longer cold. In fact, her blood was boiling hot. With anger.
He�d taken her books. Ruined her shop.
He was going to pay.
Without a word, she stalked off, away from her territory, and toward his.
He watched her go, his mouth open in shock and confusion. He�d expected her to yell. To try and curse him even. But just walking off? He was disappointed.
So he followed.
Wise choice on his part. Hermione wasn�t just walking off. She was getting revenge.
When she noticed him behind her she picked up her pace, dodging in and out of alleys and shops in attempt to get to her destination.
Draco realized then that she was up to something. He pulled out his wand and flicked spell after spell at her, all of which she skillfully avoided. But still he kept at it.
Until he realized what she was doing.
They were now at the Quidditch shop.
Stinginess rushed through him as he ran after her into the store. She wasn�t going to touch anything. He�d make sure of it.
But she did touch things. She pulled out her wand and screamed out spells that would destroy the place. Glass shattered, shelves collapsed. And all the while Draco chased her around, trying to stop her any way he could.
It was useless. Every time he got close, a beam from the ceiling fell or something near him blew up. And each time that happened he let out a scream of rage.
It went on and on until finally Hermione stopped, satisfied that she�d ruined everything.
Draco stood in the middle of his shop, surrounded by debris, his eyes dead set on the girl in front of him.
She was smirking.
He hated it.
He was about to show her how much he hated it when something caught his eye. Looking, he realized it was a broom. The only one left intact.
He lunged for it.
So did she.
Limbs flailed, hands grabbed. They stood, each with an end, tugging it back and forth. There they were, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, standing in a Quidditch shop and fighting over a broom. Like children.
And then it made sense to Hermione. That old familiar feeling that something wasn�t right came rushing back. She knew in that moment that this was all part of the trap. Them destroying each other because of their egocentricity. But where Draco was inherently selfish, Hermione was not.
And not only that, but she was fighting over a broom with Malfoy. Hermione didn�t even like to fly! It scared her to death and the only reason she wanted it was because so did he.
Realizing this, she let go.
Draco gave a triumphant holler as he held it up like a trophy.
Hermione knew then. If the trap was selfishness, then the key was selflessness.

�Malfoy, that�s it!�
He stopped his celebrating and stared at her, hands tight on the broom like he was expecting her to take it any moment.
�You can have the broom. You can have everything. That�s it!�
He was absolutely, utterly confused now. But he knew this trick. He�d used this trick. Give away one thing and take ten.
�I can have everything?�
�Yes. And you have to give me everything.�
�Yeah right!� He scoffed at her.
�No, I�m serious. Don�t you think this is a bit odd? Us fighting over everything like this? Especially when we know that none of this stuff is worth anything. This isn�t even the real Diagon Alley.�
He had known that it wasn�t the real place. Just another thing to dupe them into� whatever it was they were supposed to be duped into.
But even if he had known that, he hadn�t comprehended that. Now he was starting to.
�Another trick?�
�That�s right. And we have to fight it.�
Draco stood quite still for a moment, clutching his broom. Part of him believed her. Or desperately wanted to. But there was that other part of him, burrowing around inside of his head, telling him that she was the one doing the tricking. That all she wanted was to take his stuff.
Granger was smart, no doubt about it. And she was a cold, heartless bitch in his opinion. He wouldn�t put it past her to do something like this.
Hermione watched the uncertainty play across his face. She couldn�t figure out how else to convince him. It was so obvious that this was just another attempt to distract them so that they never got out of this horrible dream.
�Okay, you don�t believe me? Fine. How about this? I�ll go first. I�ll give you everything.� She paused for a moment, her eyes scanning through the rubble as if waiting for an idea to pop out at her.
It did.
Only a few feet from her lay a scrap of paper, what looked like part of one of the advertisement posters that had been on the wall. Going over to it, she picked it up and searched around again for something to write with.
�Here, we�ll make up a contract.�
�You�re just doing this so you can get the broom.� Draco whined.
�What? I just gave that to you, why would I want it back?� She stalked back over to him then, shoving her pointer finger in his face. �Look, you destroyed Flourish and Blotts and I destroyed the Quidditch shop. That means we are back where we started. Even though you have the broom, I still have one more shop than you.�
He realized what she�d said was true and he grew angry again. She still had more than him.
He wanted it all!
�Now, I�m offering you everything I have, in exchange for everything you have. We have to give it all to each other. Give it up. Selflessness!�
Hermione could tell that he still wasn�t quite convinced but she knew that he realized that when she gave him everything, and vice versa, he�d have more then. It was enough to make him nod in agreement.
Sighing, Hermione went over to the front desk, or what was left of the front desk, and pried the top drawer open, thanking the gods when she found a quill and ink. The ink bottle was smashed of course but enough of it had pooled on the wood for her to use.
�Alright.�
Draco stood in front of her, watching every move she made, making sure she wasn�t adding or subtracting anything without him knowing.
She wrote out the list of all the things she had that were now going to Draco. When she was finished, she then wrote out his part, everything she was receiving.
Then, after signing it, she handed the quill to Draco.
He too, though more hesitantly, signed the contract.
Nothing happened.
Draco stared expectantly at Hermione, but she wasn�t sure what to do. She had no idea what went wrong.
�What the fuck Granger? I thought you said this was another trap. If that was the case, then wouldn�t we be doing that spiny thing right now? You lied to me didn�t you?�
He was gripping the quill so tightly that it snapped in half. Hermione jumped at the sound, panicking slightly at the fact that she had been wrong. She was drowning in confusion. Her idea should have worked. It made sense! They had become selfish and greedy so the opposite would undo that. Right?
And that was when it dawned on her. Draco hadn�t agreed to the contract because he wanted to get out, he�d done it because he wanted more than Hermione had. He had done it for selfish reasons, so technically, the place was still manipulating him.
That was just fantastic then, wasn�t it?
�Malfoy. This is a trap. And you know why it didn�t work? Because you aren�t being selfless. You need forget your own egotism and just give.�
�My egotism? I may be a spoiled prat Granger, I know that, but I do know what generosity is. I have given and sacrificed. More than you can imagine.�
�Yeah right. Like what?�
He glared at her, anger flaring in his eyes. She was questioning his weaknesses, judging his faults. Nothing new, not from her, but at the moment, it was affecting him more than it ever had.
�How about my life. My future. I gave it all up for him. And her. I gave myself over to Voldemort to save my mother�s life. He was going to kill her you know.� He stopped there, clenching his fists at his sides, trying to not to scream out. Trying not to break down.
�If I didn�t complete my mission, he was going to kill her.� He spoke as if he was talking to himself now. Like she wasn�t even there. But she was there. And she heard every word. Hermione had never known. She�d never bothered to question it. Everyone had always just assumed that Draco Malfoy would willingly follow in his father�s footsteps.
Obviously that hadn�t been the case and she felt guilty for even once thinking it was.
�I�m sorry, I didn�t know.� And she was sorry. Hermione was a big enough person to admit when she was wrong and to apologize for her mistakes. But he didn�t accept her apology as easily as she did.
�Don�t you dare start pitying me.� He said fiercely.
There was no movement, no sound, for a long time. Hermione wasn�t even sure that Malfoy was breathing as she stared at him, frozen in place. He seemed to be contemplating something.
Something serious.
Then he grabbed the contract from the table and used the broken quill to scratch something out. Hermione let out a shriek of surprise and was about to stop him but then he was done. He held it up to her, the modified treaty.
His name was crossed out. And replaced with hers. He had given everything to her.
And he held out his hand, expectantly.
It was Hermione�s turn to stop. She was shocked that he�d actually done it. That he�d realized what was happening to himself and gave it all up to her. That he admitted the truth.
But the shock quickly faded because she understood that now, they could finally go home.
She could have kissed him, but she figured that the handshake would suffice.
�For once in my life, I�m glad to say I was wrong.�
And she took his hand.
Once more, the spinning started, just like Draco predicted.

AN: THANKS FOR READING! PLEASE REVIEW!

Next time: Now that greed is over with�what comes next? Is Hermione right? Will get they back home? I guess we�ll just have to wait and see�
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