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Show Me How Bad You Can Be	By : Hginny25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18244 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 7:

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.” ~Jimi Hendrix

            Hermione cried herself to sleep that night. Ron didn’t know how to console her, and she provided no insight to her problems for him. By the time Harry and Ron went to bed they had decided that Hermione must have just been suffering from her monthly curse and that it would pass in a couple of days.

            “Come on, Hermione. We haven’t done anything in ages.” Ron exasperated quietly the next morning as they made their way out of Transfiguration before a free period.

            “I just don’t know if I’m ready yet, Ron.” Hermione muttered.

            “We’ve done it before. What’s so different about now?” Ron asked.

            You’re not Draco. Hermione thought cynically before mentally kicking herself. She reminded herself that there was a reason why she got back together with Ron, and many reasons why being with him was better than being with Draco. Though she couldn’t remember very many at the moment. “We just got back together, Ron. I don’t want to ruin anything by being too physical too quickly.”

            Ron sighed, “Okay, Hermione. I respect you. Just…” he paused, looking around. “Come on.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room of requirement, which they had been passing. “Kiss me.” He murmured, pulling her close.

            “Kiss you?” Hermione questioned. He usually didn’t ask.

            “Let go of whatever you’re worried or caught up about and just kiss me.” He said.

            Hermione took a breath in before leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. She was about to pull away, but he held her tight, deepening the kiss. He held one arm tightly around her waist and the other hand securely at the nape of her neck. He flattened her against the wall and continued to kiss her.

            Hermione returned the kiss, willing herself to open up to him, let go, not think of Draco. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing back. She felt him smile into her lips. His hand found its way under her shirt, his clammy hands resting on her lower back. His lips detached from hers, trailing sloppily down her neck. He began to loosen her school tie, unbutton her shirt, and hike up her skirt.

            Hermione’s mind was racing. This was wrong. His hands were much too moist. They were clumsy. Draco had gotten her undressed much quicker, and his hands had been cool as ice. His touch had sent shivers through her body. Ron’s touches made her want a shower. Draco’s kisses had been precise and passionate, and yet she could still feel the wet spots from where Ron had kissed down her neck. Being with Draco had felt natural, as if they were a shining example of how two people were supposed to be lovers. With Ron, she felt uncoordinated and dirty, as if this action was wrong. As Hermione’s shirt slid off her shoulders and onto the floor, tears sprang to her eyes. “Stop,” She breathed.

            Ron pulled away from her, his eyes wide with confusion. He saw the tears in her eyes. “Did I hurt you?” He asked in a panic.

            Hermione shook her head, but tears rolled down her cheeks.

            “What’s wrong?” he asked timidly.

            “I’m sorry. It just didn’t feel right, Ron.” She sniffled.

            “What do you mean?”

            “I’m just not ready yet. I’m sorry.”

            “It’s okay.” Ron said. “I said I respect you. I’ll wait.” He kissed her forehead and helped her get her shirt back on. “Are you okay?”

            Hermione nodded, wiping her eyes. “I think I’ll go to the library.”

            “Okay. I’ll see you at dinner?”

            Hermione nodded before heading off.

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            Sitting in her favorite place in the library, Hermione cried softly. She knew it was stupid. Being so attached to Draco was stupid. No matter how good a lover he was, it would never make up for the fact that he was her enemy. She told herself perhaps a thousand times that he was a death eater. She had seen the mark on his arm more times than she could count. Somehow she couldn’t make herself hate him again no matter how hard she tried. Being with Ron was smart. He came from a loving family. He accepted her for who she was. They had a long history of friendship. He cared for her perhaps more than anyone. He could be tactless at times, but Hermione could accept that about him. She didn’t have to hide away from the world with Ron.

            Still, she couldn’t forget the way Draco looked at her, touched her, kissed her. She felt like the only woman on earth when she was with him, and even if she wasn’t, she could forget about that fact for an hour or two in his arms. With Draco, she wanted to hide away from the world.

            Footsteps alerted her to someone’s presence. She quickly wiped her eyes to hide her tears. She grabbed a nearby book and pretended to be reading.

            “100 Reasons to Hate Mudbloods, huh?” came a voice.

            Hermione looked up to see Draco leaning casually against a bookshelf. She looked at the book she had picked up before tossing it away, disgusted. She wiped her eyes again, hoping he hadn’t noticed her tears. “What are you doing here?” She murmured.

            “I came to tell you that you should be with me instead of Weasley. But, by the look of your tears, you already know that.” He said with a smirk.

            “Don’t be so smug.” Hermione snarled, standing to face him. “You’re half the reason why I’m crying.”

            “I did nothing but care for you. You’re not crying because I hurt you. You’re crying because you left me and now you regret it.”

            “Why would you want to be with a mudblood anyways?” Hermione asked, ignoring his accusation.

            “I don’t care about your blood anymore.” He said moving towards her.

            “What about the fact that I’m a nagging know-it-all who needs a serious make over?” She said, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.



            He stopped in front of her. He took her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs.

            Hermione shivered at the touch of his cold hands, but relished feeling his touch again.

            “You’ve never nagged me. There’s no shame in being intelligent. And you’re beautiful.” He whispered. He placed a tiny kiss on each of her cheeks, her forehead, and finally her lips. She moaned slightly as their lips met. He held her tightly as their lips slowly danced.

            “This isn’t fair.” Hermione mumbled into his lips. “I’m dating Ron.”

            “You know you don’t want to be with him.” Draco said running his fingers lightly through her hair.

            Hermione shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. “Ron’s good to me.”

            “That doesn’t mean you should be with him.”

            “You think I should be with you?”

            “Yes.” He said kissing her.

            “Committed?” She asked

            “Yes.”

            “Why?”

            He rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. “Because I love you.” He breathed.

            Hermione watched him with wide, teary eyes. She half expected him to laugh or tell her he had been kidding. He didn’t.

            “Open your heart up to me, Hermione.” He sighed, kissing her forehead. “I would never do anything to hurt you. There’s nothing I would deny you.”

            Hermione closed her eyes, his words sinking in. At last a small smile appeared on her lips. “Did you say love?” She whispered.

            He nodded.

            She smiled, lost in thought. A shadow crossed her face. Her brow furrowed as she reached for his arm, rolling up his sleeve she saw the dark mark. “The world won’t approve.”



            Draco frowned. “Eventually, sides and blood won’t matter anymore. Until then, we can be secret if you like.”

            It was as if he knew Harry would win, as if that’s what he really wanted. If that was the way he could be with Hermione then he would renounce his pureblood ways, dishonor his father, revolt against Voldemort.

Hermione was filled with hope. If his love for her could change his stance not only in the war but also in life, perhaps others could be swayed. Perhaps the power of love could really overcome the love of power. And as they made love that day in the library, in the same place they had so many months ago, they were filled with the hope of peace. They forgot about everything. They forgot about Ron and about their different sides in the war. They forgot that it was broad daylight in the library. All that mattered was being together. Not merely together physically, but emotionally and romantically. The world could wait.
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