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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
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.

AN: Hey everyone, so I just wanted to let you know that updates are going to be slower because I�m in school now, so instead of every two or three days, it will be more like three or four days.
And I am also looking for a beta! If anyone is interested, just contact me. Thanks.

�The envious man thinks that if his neighbor breaks a leg, he will be able to walk better himself�

-- Helmut Schoeck

Of all the places the two had been so far, none were as familiar as the one they landed in this time.
It was Hogwarts. The Entrance Hall to be exact.
They were finally home.

A delightful bit of excitement burst through the two of them, so much so, that they could barely contain themselves. Without thinking they ran off, heading straight for the Great Hall.
Swinging the double doors open, emptiness greeted them. But the disappointment didn�t last long at all because, when they actually thought about it, they realized the only time people were in the hall was during meals.
Perhaps they were all in classes.
That was where they went next, but the classrooms that they checked were empty as well.
Hermione instantly understood why, though. She looked out one of the many large windows and saw the darkness enfolding them. It was night time.
�Common rooms.� They said as they ran off in different directions. Draco headed down to the dungeons while Hermione headed up to the tower.
They were still incredibly worn out from the little war they�d just had, but both seemed to forget that for the time being as the adrenaline woke their bodies right up.
But the sudden spurt of energy soon diminished when they saw the common rooms also deserted. Both trudged back up to the entrance hall, faces sullen looking.
They were completely alone. Again.
With a shared look they went to opposite sides of the hall and slid down the walls so that they were slumped on the floor.
Both felt completely hopeless.

Ron was sulking. It was something he was good at. He hauled himself into the common room with no enthusiasm what-so-ever. Harry and Ginny were there, sitting on the couch next to each other. The fact that they were holding hands didn�t even faze him.
Their relationship was uncertain but it didn�t bother Ron anymore. He�d already told Harry that he would support him if he wanted to date his sister. But seeing them together did cause his frown to deepen. Because� he was jealous.
He wished that it was Hermione and him sitting on the couch together, holding hands.
And it could have been, if he�d told her. But he was too big of a coward.
And now she was gone.
He shook his head and fell into a chair by the fire.
�Hey Ron.� Ginny said.
He grunted in response.
There was silence as the three of them stared at the dancing flames, each lost in their own thoughts. The common room was pretty cleared out, most people already in their dorms.
Ginny spoke again.
�I can�t stand this anymore! This waiting around.� She stood with a huff and began pacing in front of the fireplace, her arms crossed over her chest. �You know what I think we should do?�
The boys looked at her expectantly and she took that as answer enough.
�I think we should start the DA again.�
�Yeah!� Ron said, standing now also. There was a significant amount of elation in his features that no one had seen for a long while. �Ginny that�s a great idea. What do you say mate?�
Harry stared at the two, his eyes blank.
�The DA? I don�t know guys.�
�But it�s a great idea Harry. I mean, we all want to help. We�re tired of just sitting and doing nothing.� It was clear in his voice that Ron was desperate. They all were.
Harry sighed.
He didn�t want anymore pressure. And he didn�t want anyone else to get involved. Hermione had already become a casualty and now the others wanted to join her? It frustrated him.
�This isn�t your fight.� He urged.
Glares from the other two stabbed at him like knives.
�Don�t you do that Harry Potter!� Ginny shrieked. �You can�t shut us out like that. We are with you till the end. Right? That was what Hermione always used to say.�
She had said. Every time the darkness lured him in. Every time the pain got too much. Every time he tried to push everyone away.
She was there, pushing back.
�Come on Harry. We start it up again and invite more people to join. We�ll be bigger and better than ever.� Ron pleaded.
�That�s right. And when the time comes, Voldemort and the Death Eaters won�t know what hit them!� Ron cringed slightly when Ginny said the name but no one really noticed.
Harry thought about it all for a moment.
�Okay.�
�Okay?�
�Yeah.� He smiled. �We�ll be stronger than ever. We�ll start the DA again.�
The other two smiled brightly at him. There was no more talk about it but all three of their minds were running wild.
Dumbledore�s Army had returned.

Trapped.
Forever.
Those were the thoughts running through Draco�s mind. And he couldn�t get them out. He wasn�t sure what was going on, or how they had gotten where they were, but he knew that it wasn�t an accident.
And he was sure there was much more to come.
It scared him. Thinking that they�d never escape. Because he didn�t want to be stuck in this hell with Granger anymore.
It was almost funny to him how much he disliked her. Harry Potter had always been his nemesis, and Granger was just his annoying sidekick who happened to be muggle-born. But over the years, that mild annoyance had turned into much more.
It was a rivalry of a different kind.
Draco�s thoughts drifted. To the people back at home. He wondered what they were all doing now. His housemates. His mother.
He almost let out a sigh as his eyes landed on Granger. sitting across from him, hugging her knees to herself.
She looked miserable, and as much as he loved seeing that painted on her face, he just wanted to scream at her. Because she didn�t have any reason to feel that way. At least people were probably looking for her. Missing her.
He wished he could say the same about himself.
Jealousy churned and boiled in his chest.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that she had a lot of things that he didn�t have. Friends and family who cared for her. None of them ever forced her to do anything that she didn�t want to do. In fact, he was sure they supported her unconditionally.
She had choices. She could make her own decisions.
Those were just more reasons to hate her.

Hermione was panicking.
She clutched at her legs so tightly that she was most definitely constricting the blood flow.
Her eyes landed on Draco, naturally, considering he was right across from her. He looked so calm. A little irritated perhaps, but still, calm. He always had a way of hiding his emotions. Keeping them in. Tight.
As she looked back on their many years of fighting, it struck her that it took so much encouragement to get him to show real, true sentiment.
Unless it was anger.
He showed that a lot. But that wasn�t the point.
She hated him. She wanted to be able to keep it all inside and not freak out over every little thing that happened. Her brain constantly overanalyzed and she wore her heart on her sleeve.
It wasn�t a good thing.
But it wasn�t only that he could keep his emotions in check, that she hated. It was everything about him.
He was so stupid. So blind. So selfish.
He had the world at his feet. Literally. Being pureblood, rich, well-known. He was safe. He didn�t have to worry about his own kind hating him for something he couldn�t control. He didn�t have to constantly prove himself to be worthy.
Not like her.
And even with the war, he still had it better than she did.
Her only relief was that when it all finally ended, and the light side won, he�d be thrown into Azkaban with all of the other Death Eaters� left to rot and die.
That thought definitely made her feel better.

He was losing his mind, Draco was. He knew it.
He was sitting in the middle of a corridor thinking about all of the things Granger had, that he didn�t.
Draco Malfoy certainly looked good in green, didn�t he?
�Lucky bitch.� He hadn�t even been aware he�d said it out loud until Hermione responded.
�What was that?�
He looked at her as if she didn�t have the right to even breathe in his presence. The malice was almost tangible as it fill the room.
�I said you�re a lucky bitch and you don�t even know it.�
Her jaw dropped a bit as she stared at him in confusion.
�See? Just look at you. Miss perfect. You have the best grades, the best friends, the best life. People love you and want you. I-� He couldn�t even finish because he was so frustrated with everything.
There was silence for a moment as Hermione chewed over his words. Then a blush rose to her cheeks as she hesitantly met his eyes.
�That�s funny. I was thinking the same about you.�
It was his turn to be confused. When he obviously didn�t get it, Hermione elaborated.
�I mean, you are an arrogant prat. No one will deny it. But who wouldn�t be with the life that you live? You�re a pureblood. You have money and power and fame. Yes, you�re family name is associated with�. Voldemort� but if you really think about it, when this war starts, its not going to be you who will be hunted like an animal.�
The red in her cheeks hadn�t disappeared but Draco was sure it wasn�t from embarrassment anymore.
�You don�t know anything. You think I�m safe? I�m the bad guy, Granger! Who the hell would leave me alive if they saw me on the battlefield, hmm?�
�I�m not talking about on the battlefield. I�m talking about in life. Everyday, walking down the halls, walking down the street. I see the looks, the sneers. I�m a mudblood. I don�t deserve to practice magic. Isn�t that what you all think? You will never have to feel inferior. Not like that.�
They were both standing now, facing off in the empty hall.
�Again, you don�t know anything.� His voice was low, dangerous, and she could feel his breath on her face.
It was all too much for either of them. Admitting to themselves that they were jealous of their enemy was hard enough but to try and convince that person of it was practically impossible.
Without another word, they both walked away.

Shower. Food.
Necessities that she�d never had to live without before. But now that she had, she knew how to appreciate them.
She stayed under the stream of water until it ran cold. Then, off to the kitchen, where, even though there were no house-elves, there was still plenty of food for her pick from.
Hermione was satisfied. Mostly.
So her next stop� the library.
It was her safe haven. Her sanctuary. Always had been. Whenever she needed to think or get away, it was the first place she came.
And as she walked through the doors and the familiar smell of the books flooded her senses, she felt that easy calm wash over her.
It only lasted a second though before her mind reverted back to its previous thoughts.
Stupid Malfoy. He was so ungrateful. It was the only way she could describe him.
And ungrateful arse.
She stalked through the rows of books, not even giving them a second glance. Her mind was too preoccupied. She�d never spent so much time thinking about Malfoy in her life, but there it was.
Then an idea struck her.
She was brilliant.
And perhaps even a little sadistic, but she chose to ignore that.
He had all of these things that she would die to have and he didn�t even appreciate them. At all.
So she would take them from him.
He didn�t deserve them anyway. And besides, if she couldn�t have them� neither could he.
She smiled.
Perfect.

He stood by the window, staring out at the huge expanse of lawn. It was all laid out before him, beckoning.
For the hell of it, he tried the window. He knew it wouldn�t open, and it didn�t, but he�d thought that perhaps he�d get lucky for once.
Obviously he was wrong.
Why was he staring outside? Because he wanted to fly. He�d just finished cleaning up and eating, and now he wanted to fly. It was how he worked things out.
He needed to work things out.
Sighing, he stepped away from the window. Even though he couldn�t fly outside, that didn�t mean he couldn�t fly at all. He�d just have to improvise.
He trotted back down to the dungeons to get his broom.

AN: I really hope you liked this chapter. Envy! Woot. Please review. Thanks. And, again, if you are a aff.net reviewer and you would like me to reply to your review, please leave me your email!

Next time: As the envy starts to eat away at them, how will Hermione and Draco react? And what is it that Hermione has planned? Trust me, its going to be a doozy!
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