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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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Sorry in advance- im going out of town this weekend and may not be able to post anything new. I will still try and post tomorrow night though. -HG4Eva! thanks for your support... stick with me and I hope you will be happy with how everything turns out for Draco.
ENJOY!
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Hermione sat in the library alone, late Saturday afternoon, having nothing else better to do since Harry, Ron, and Ginny were at the first Quidditch practice of the season. Having already finished her homework for the week, Hermione was trying unsuccessfully to read for leisure but her thoughts kept pulling her attention away. Her mind kept thinking back to the moment she shared with Draco earlier in the week, despite her best efforts against such thoughts.
She was beginning to feel rather alone this year, not having many classes with her best friends and rarely seeing them with Quidditch practice taking all their free time. Every time she felt alone, she found herself wishing she had another friend, which is what spurred the thoughts of Draco. Did she really think they could ever be friends? He did seem to be different though, even helping her when she was completely vulnerable. She could have sworn she saw kindness in his dark grey eyes that night. Those eyes; just the memory of them caused something to stir within Hermione. Before she had time to analyze what exactly she was feeling, Draco suddenly appeared in the library as if her thoughts manifested his physical presence.
Draco was carrying a stack of books, heading directly to Madam Pince’s desk. He placed the books upon her desk and stood there waiting for her to check them back in, looking around at the library’s occupants. Catching sight of Hermione, he quickly turned away, running his hand through his hair. Hermione couldn’t help thinking to herself how different he looked when he wasn’t scowling.
When Madam Pince finished inspecting the books, Draco turned to leave, catching Hermione’s eye. She attempted to give him a weak smile, but was unsure if he had noticed, before he walked away. Chastising herself for even caring if he noticed, she snapped her book shut, giving up. Deciding to head back to the Gryffindor tower and wait for her friends, Hermione stowed her book back into her bag and left the library.
*
Several hours later Hermione was relaxing in the common room, snuggled up next to Ron. Harry and Ginny were sitting together on the opposite couch and things seems to be back to normal. Ginny stretched, yawning loudly.
“Well, I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed,” said Ginny standing up from the couch.
“Yeah, me too,” said Harry, standing up and giving Ginny a kiss goodnight.
“You guys coming?” asked Ginny.
“I’ll be up in a moment, go on ahead,” said Hermione grateful to finally have a minute alone with Ron.
“Yeah me too mate,” said Ron stretching his arm around Hermione’s shoulders.
“Okay, goodnight then,” giggled Ginny and she and Harry walked up towards the dormitories.
When Ginny and Harry disappeared, Ron pulled Hermione closer and turned her face to meet his. Ron’s open mouth hastily found her own, his tongue desperately seeking to open hers. Hermione opened her mouth slightly, and Ron’s tongue rushed in, moving with rapid fire inside her mouth. Hermione did not break the kiss, despite feeling like Ron was trying to consume her.
Several minutes passed when Ron brought his hand to her chest, roughly squeezing one breast. Hermione let him continue kneading her breast, despite wanting to tell him to be more gentle. She then felt his other hand on her knee, quickly making its way up her thigh. Hermione jerked back, breaking their kiss.
“What are you doing?” gasped Hermione. “We’re in the common room! What if someone walked in?”
“Fine, let’s go sneak out and find an empty classroom,” urged Ron reaching for her again.
“I’m not sneaking out. Besides, a classroom isn’t that romantic,” scoffed Hermione, slapping his hands away.
“So then when will we ever have sex?” demanded Ron, beginning to scowl.
“I don’t know Ron,” said Hermione shaking her head. “When the time and place is right. What’s the rush?”
“Everyone else is shagging already Hermione. Everyone but us!”
“Oh, so you just want to shag me because everyone else is doing it?” screeched Hermione jumping up from the couch. “I’m not going to have sex just because I feel obligated to. I want it to mean something!”
“You’re nothing but a bloody tease!” shouted Ron, stomping off up the boy’s staircase.
Shaking with rage, Hermione climbed the stairs to her own dormitory, silent tears falling from her eyes.

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Hermione woke up late the next morning, having completely missed breakfast. Hoping to patch things up with Ron before he left for quidditch practice, Hermione quickly got dressed and headed down to the common room.
Quickly scanning the room, and not seeing Ron, Hermione walked over the Harry and Ginny and asked, “Do either of you know where Ron is?”
“No. He hasn’t been back to the tower since breakfast,” said Harry looking up from the game of Exploding Snap he was playing with Ginny.
“Well if you see him, tell him I’m looking for him?” she demanded before taking off out of the portrait hole.
Hermione wandered the castle, looking everywhere for Ron without success. Realizing she would just have to try and talk to him after quidditch practice, she headed back to Gryffindor tower. Unwilling to spend another afternoon in the library alone, she decided to go for a run around the castle to clear her head.
Hermione was in the dormitory bathroom changing into her running clothes when she heard two of her fellow seventh-years come in.
“So are you going to tell me now where you’ve been all day?” said a voice that she recognized as belonging to Joanne.
“Yes, now that we are alone,” said the other voice, which belonged to Niamh. “I was with Ron!” she said with a shriek.
“Ron Weasley?” inquired Joanne.
“Yes! We left the Great Hall together after breakfast, heading back to the tower and next thing I know we are snogging in a classroom.”
Hermione clapped her hand over her mouth to keep herself from making a sound, completely taken aback.
“Wait, what? How did that happen?” gasped Joanne.
“Come on, I’ll tell you all about it on the way to the library,” said Niamh as the dormitory door closed behind them.
Hermione stood in the bathroom stall, still in shock at the conversation she just overheard. So Ron was snogging Niamh all day, when she was searching the whole castle for him to apologize for last night? Completely overwhelmed by the hurt that started to consume her, Hermione raced out of the castle, desperately seeking the mind-numbing relief that only a run could provide.
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Draco decided to take a walk around the school grounds on Sunday afternoon. He had already finished all his homework and even started reading ahead, despite his utter lack of concentration. Draco had never been so bored in his life. He always had friends to entertain him before, but now he was alone most of the time, which made him start to feel lonely. Wishing he had a friend, Draco’s thoughts drifted back to Hermione. Why couldn’t he get her out of his head?
Draco rounded a corner of the castle, completely absorbed in his thoughts, when something crashed into him, knocking him to the ground and tumbling with him down the hill.
“What the bloody hell,” he yelled he yelled at the figure sprawled in the mud next to him. He realized it was a girl, based on the tight black pants that hugged every curve of her long legs, and reached over to help her as she tried to sit up.
Hermione looked over at him, stunned and began wiping mud off her cheek. He noticed her eyes were once more red and puffy.
“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, I didn’t expect--” she trailed off.
“It’s okay, you caught me by surprise, but I’m fine. Are you okay?” Draco asked, concerned.
Hermione burst into tears, burying her face in her hands. Afraid that she was hurt, Draco placed a hand on her shoulder. “I can take you to the hospital wing,”
“I don’t need to go to the hospital wing,” Hermione sobbed.
Draco let his hand fall, not sure what to do, but continued to sit there, not wanting to leave her sitting alone in the mud. After several minutes, her crying eased and Draco reached for her arm, gripping it gently.
“Here, let me at least help you up so you can get back up to your dormitory and get yourself cleaned up,” he offered.
“That’s the last place in the world I want to go right now, let alone covered in mud,” said Hermione, tears leaking from her eyes. “You wouldn’t happen to know the password to the prefects’ bathroom, would you?”
“No, but I know of someplace better,” replied Draco, thinking of the bathroom in his dormitory. “Come on, let’s go.” He stood up and pulled Hermione to her feet.
“Where are we going?” she asked curiously.
“Just trust me.”
Draco led Hermione back into the castle and up seven flights of stairs, careful to take the corridors he knew would be deserted. Realization dawned on Hermione when she recognized the familiar corridor. “Of course!”
Draco quickly paced in front of the wall, thinking of his dormitory, when the now familiar oak door appeared. Pushing the door open, he looked back at Hermione, who pursed her lips and said, “I’m not following you into a bathroom.”
“It’s not just a bathroom, come on,” he said stepping through the door, holding it open for her.
Hermione hesitated for another second, but followed him inside. Draco closed the door behind her and watched her as so gaped at the room.
“What is this place,” she said turning to look at him.
“Erm, It’s my dormitory,” said Draco, sheepishly. Hermione looked at him confused so he pressed on. “I wasn’t going to stay in the Slytherin dormitory after they trashed my stuff, and that’s when I remembered the Room of Requirement. I’ve been staying here since Monday.”
“They trashed your things?” questioned Hermione.
“Yeah, but that’s not important,” he said waving his hand. “Come on, the bathroom in through here.”
Draco turned and led the way through his bedroom and into the bathroom, wishing he had bothered to make his bed this morning.
Draco looked back at Hermione’s astonished face when she stepped into the bathroom. Her mouth dropped open, “Oh my, this is incredible! I can’t believe you have this all to yourself.”
Draco smiled at seeing how pleased she was. “Feel free to use the shower or the pool, although I recommend the shower. The first knob turns on a waterfall from the ceiling.” Draco turned to leave her alone. “I will wait for you in the sitting room. Take your time,” he said closing the door behind him.
*
Draco removed his muddy robes and discarded them into the basket in the corner of his bedroom, wearing only his trousers and shirt. He walked to the sitting room and made himself comfortable, picking up a book to read.
Draco was unable to focus on the words in front of him, his mind kept drifting back to Hermione. He was unable to believe he actually brought her to his private dormitory; and what’s more, that she followed him! He wondered what had upset her in the first place, causing her to run him over.
Nearly half an hour later, Draco heard the shower turn off and picked back up the forgotten book on his lap, attempting to look like he was busy reading. Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Hermione was peeking around the doorway of the bedroom, clutching a towel around her naked body.
“Erm, do you think I could borrow some robes?” Hermione asked, cheeks flushing.
Draco swallowed hard, feeling a tightening in his trousers. Unable to move, Draco croaked, “O-o-o-f course. Help yourself, they’re in the wardrobe.”
“Thanks,” said Hermione and shut the bedroom door.
Draco stared at the bedroom door, filled with desire. When had Hermione become so sexy? He supposed he always knew she was attractive, but he used to spend so much time hating her for being muggle born that he hadn’t really paid attention. He had no right to desire her now, not after all the horrible things he had done in the past. Draco felt his erection soften due to his disheartening thoughts and a moment later Hermione opened the bedroom door.
She stepped out wearing his Slytherin robes, which trailed the ground as she walked into the sitting room. Hitching up the robes slightly, she curled up on the couch across from him.
“I can’t thank you enough, Draco. I truly appreciate you helping me,” said Hermione, looking him directly in the eyes.
“You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help, it’s the least I could do,” said Draco, bowing his head shamefully.
“Look, Draco,” began Hermione, wringing her hands nervously. “Again, I appreciate your help, but this is the second time you have been kind to me and I want to know why. We aren’t exactly friends. We have been enemies for years, you don’t just go from enemies to a helping hand overnight.” Hermione crossed her arms in front of her chest, waiting for Draco to respond.
Draco inhaled a deep, calming breath and sighed heavily as he raked his hand through his hair. “It’s kind of a long story, but I will try to explain the best I can.”
“I reckon everything started when Harry saved my life from the Fiend Fyre. I nearly died and it was my greatest enemy who saved my life; I couldn’t comprehend it. I hid out in the castle, afraid to rejoin the Battle. After some time, my parents found me and I followed them, assuming we were going to flee, my father who told my mother and I that we were to rejoin the battle and assist the Dark Lord. My mum went mental, shouting at him that she was done with the war and just wanted to keep her family safe. Well, as you can imagine, my father was not about to leave his precious Lord’s side, or allow his family to make him look bad. That’s when he cursed my mum, but before he was able to turn his wand on me, I hit him with a full body bind.” Hermione gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth, but before she could utter a word, Draco continued. “I had no idea what sort of curse he placed on my mum, all I knew is that I needed to find her help. I levitated her body and fled the castle, no one stopped to pay us any attention and I had no idea what was going on, all I cared about was her. As soon as I got us outside of the grounds I disapparated with her, going directly to St. Mungo’s.”
“She was unconscious for days, but I stayed with her the entire time. I heard news of the Dark Lord’s defeat and of my father being sent to Azkaban but the only thing I cared about was my mum. I got angry waiting for the Healers to find a way to revive her and began yelling at everyone I encountered, that’s when I met Healer Jones. It is because of her that I have changed. We talked every day for hours. At first, I was outraged at the things she said, but slowly everything began making sense. I realized that my father was an evil, cowardly man that tried to make me just like him. However, nothing I did was ever good enough; you always bested me in lessons, Potter bested me at Quidditch. I was a disappointment to him and constantly lived in fear of his punishments. I tried so hard to make him proud, but nothing was ever good enough. She made me realize that I no longer had to live under my father’s rule, that I did not have to abide by his beliefs. So that’s why I’m here, back at school. I hope that I will be able to secure a job after passing my N.E.W.T ’s and one day repair the damage that my father had done. I used to be proud that I was a Malfoy; I considered myself royalty, but now I feel just as disgusted as everyone else.” Draco looked back at Hermione, having avoided her eye contact throughout the majority of his story, waiting for her to speak.
Hermione was speechless. She had listened in awe while Draco spoke, dying to comment, but now she had no clue what to say. She knew that he was telling her the truth, the emotions that overcame him were too real to be fake. How could his father turn his back on his only child; on his wife?
“Your mum, is she--” Hermione trailed off, too afraid to speak the words.
“She’s alright. She was unconscious for a couple weeks and the recovery has been rough but she is okay now; well physically at least.” Draco continued to stare at her, awaiting further questions, surprised that after all he told her, she was actually concerned about his mother.
“Your father; was he abusive?” she inquired.
“Yes, in more ways than one, but I really don’t want to talk about it,” he said clenching his jaw.
“I understand. I am sorry if he ever hurt you because I bested you at lessons.”
“Don’t apologize! Why are you apologizing to me? I have been a complete and total asshole to you since the day we met!” yelled Draco in disbelief.
“Look Draco, that may be true, but you have not said one unkind thing to me this year. I would be an idiot if I didn’t recognize that you truly are different. I guess only time will tell if you have ulterior motives, but, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, I think you are being truthful with me. I would like to start over and let the past stay where it belongs.”
Draco’s eyes widened with surprise at her words. “Are you serious?”
“Well yes, I mean, I don’t want to waste my energy loathing you anymore,” confessed Hermione. “I’m so exhausted. I feel as if no one is who I knew them to be. Everyone has changed, and I’m not just talking about you. You think you know a person --” Hermione trailed off.
Draco watched Hermione, she seemed to be on edge, debating on whether to say more, wondering if she could actually trust him, confide in him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he finally asked.
“He’s such an ass, you know?” Hermione blurted. “I really thought he cared about me, but man was I wrong!” Hermione looked up at Draco and seeing the confusion upon his face, she realized she had been rambling on nonsense, Draco had no idea what she was talking about. “Ron and I had a row the night before last and I went to go find him today to talk to him and he was nowhere to be found. So, I decided to go for a run while he was at Quidditch practice to clear my head. I was changing in the bathroom in my dormitory when Niamh and Joanne came in, they apparently did not know I was there, because Niamh told Joanne that she and Ron had been snogging all day in some classroom!” Tears began to leak down her cheeks and her chest began to heave.
“That good for nothing git cheated on you?” Draco growled.
“Yes. No. I don’t know,” said Hermione, shaking her head. “I mean, I thought we were dating, but we never had a conversation about it. We never made anything official, so I suppose he didn’t think we were exclusive.”
“That’s a load of rubbish. Any decent sort of bloke only shags one woman at a time,” he scoffed.
Draco noticed her shift uneasily at his words, and assumed she was uncomfortable talking about her sex life with him. “You deserve to be treated better than that.”
“I know I do. I also know I have to confront him, but I just don’t think I am ready yet,” confessed Hermione.
“Well then don’t. Take some time to cool off, you may hang out here for a while if you wish. Feel free to read any of the books,” said Draco, smiling. He knew she couldn’t resist the offer to explore new books. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to go shower now and finally get this mud off me.”
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