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Chapter 7

A New Plan

In the following days, Draco became more and more annoyed by Hermione's behavior. Not only had he seen her with Finnigan often, but he worried about her, in his opinion, laid-back approach to the pregnancy. He troubled her about it every time they managed to meet somewhere with no witnesses around. He reproached her about carrying too many books at a time, not eating enough, and other such things. Hermione walked through the grounds heading to Hagrid's hut. Lately, she rarely visited him because she didn’t want to discuss the topic of Harry and Ron. Until now, the three of them had visited Hagrid together, and he would certainly ask why they hadn’t all come to see him. However, she decided to finally face him as Hagrid was experiencing a tough time and she wanted to support him. She also knew that if they completely stopped visiting him, he would be offended by them, like at the beginning of the school year when he realized that neither Hermione nor any of her friends had decided to continue his Care of Magical Creatures lessons.

Hermione had just passed a big pine tree by the lake when Draco overtook her.

“Where are you going, Granger?” he asked.

“None of your business,” she replied, angry that he would bother her again with some nonsense about what she should and shouldn’t do.

“Don’t be so rude. I asked politely,” he said, boiling with anger.

“I'm going to visit Hagrid. Aragog is very sick and Hagrid needs support.”

“You are going to visit that great oaf because a giant spider is sick!? You really are messed up in your head. Maybe you should establish an organization engaged in saving dying acromantulas,” he said, sneering at her.

“Hagrid is not an oaf!” She became even angrier. “And if you are talking about S.P.E.W., I think it's very important for wizards to realize what terrible lives house-elves lead. You better get back to the castle. I would prefer that Hagrid not see us together.” Hermione still remembered that Draco was the cause of Hagrid’s great trouble in third year, and he almost led to the death of Buckbeak, a hipogriff under Hagrid’s care.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he said, frowning. “I wanted to talk about the apparition lessons.”

“What's your problem with apparition?” she asked, furious, and stopped walking for a moment to look at him angrily.

“You shouldn’t continue with the lessons. It’s dangerous,” he explained. “I don’t even want to wonder what might happen if you splinched yourself. Didn’t you see what happened to Hannah Abbot’s leg?” At the very thought of Granger splinching from the child, his guts danced the cancan.

“I am fully aware of what I am doing. So far, I haven’t splinched even once. I managed to land in the target ring every time. I have never even left behind a fingernail,” she answered, offended.

“I know. As usual, you are perfect,” he said with a sneer. “But accidents can always happen.”

“It won’t happen to me,” she said with a frown.

“But don’t you plan on taking the exam? Practicing in an enclosed room at Hogwarts is different from taking the exam in Hogsmeade.”

“Yes, of course I'm going to take it! I’m also going to pass it. All the books say that apparition during pregnancy is absolutely safe,” she said assertively.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to me?” he said, becoming increasingly upset.

“Why am I doing this to you?!” she exclaimed, surprised. “Maybe you're just jealous that you won’t be able to take the exam yet?”

“I'm not jealous!” he bellowed when Hermione quickened her pace and left him behind. “Stupid Mudblood,” he added with even more anger in his voice. He made sure that Hermione had gone and couldn’t hear him.

*****

Harry, Ron and Ginny sat in the Gryffindor common room and talked in whispers.

“Do I really have to?” asked Ron with a look of suffering on his face.

“Oh, don’t whine,” answered his sister. “I have the worst task.”

“You say that because you don’t have to spend the whole afternoon with Lavender,” he replied, still unhappy.

“Ron, you know that now is the best time,” Harry explained patiently. “Parvati went to the grounds with Padma and Hermione is in the library.”

“I know, I know. Such a situation won’t be repeated soon,” said Ron with resignation.

“Ron, why don’t you break up with her if she gets on your nerves so much? You have been avoiding her for a long time,” Harry asked curiously.

“I'm not sure what I should tell her,” admitted Ron.

“I think you should...” Ginny started but didn’t finish because the frame of the Fat Lady’s portrait opened up and Lavender came inside.

“Won Won!” she exclaimed, delighted. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Hi Lav,” said Ron with an artificial smile plastered on his face. “Now that you found me, can we go for a walk to the lake?” he stammered, urged by Harry and Ginny’s eyes.

“What a wonderful idea!” Lavender was pleased and ran over to Ron to give him a juicy kiss on the lips. Ron got up slowly, took her by the hand and led her out of the common room with a look on his face that rivaled Snape’s while he watched Neville in Potions.

“Well Ginny, I'll sit here and be on the lookout for Parvati and Hermione’s return.”

Ginny just nodded and immediately ran up the stairs leading to the sixth year girls’ dormitory.

Harry leaned back in his chair and opened his most recent favorite book: the potions textbook once owned by the Half-Blood Prince. Although he had this book for many months, he still couldn’t get over how useful it was.

Nestled in his reading, Harry never once looked at his watch, so he was surprised when he heard footsteps on the stairs and saw Ginny running down. He checked the time and realized that she had spent over half an hour in Hermione’s dormitory.

“I think I found something,” she said excitedly. She sat on the arm of Harry’s chair and pulled out a small scroll of parchment from her pocket.

“What is it?” he asked with interest.

“I'm not sure. It could be a code or recipe, but I think that it is most likely a list of spells. See for yourself,” she said, giving him the piece of paper. Harry looked at the parchment and found Hermione’s neat writing.

12-16 pw

leukotus - purity of blood – blue good blood, green contaminated w/ bac

oxygeum - the amount of ox given from mother to child in blood; red good, blue too little

longitudo - fb size; orange is normal for the pw, purple too small

alererum - the amount of transferred nut; pink right, green too low

amplito - the level of magic; yellow is normal, red no magic in f blood

“Despite the fact that I don’t understand most of what is written here, these look like spells that test blood purity,” said Harry.

“Exactly,” she agreed with a look of confidence. “First is this leukotus. I thought it was obvious, but I don’t know what this ‘w/ bac’ means. Oxygeum, of course, examines whether one's mother is a Muggle or a half-blood, but I don’t understand why there is no corresponding test for the father. Do you think that’s what longitudo is for?”

“Probably. ‘Fb’ could mean father’s blood. But I don’t know why it mentions size. And what does alererum mean? The last one probably finds out if someone is a Muggle or a Squib.”

“And what is ‘12-16 pw’ at the beginning?” Ginny wondered. “Maybe Ron will have an idea.”

“And why does Hermione need these spells? Could it be to prove to Malfoy that she is a pure-blood? Or maybe they need to test someone else? Maybe we should try these spells on ourselves. We could see what colors show up,” Harry wondered.

“We better not. These spells can be dangerous and we could get hurt.”

“You're right. We'll wait for Ron, and maybe, together, we will find the answers.”

“Harry, do these notes mean that Hermione is as fixated on blood purity as Malfoy?”

“I don’t know, Ginny,” said Harry with resignation in his voice.

*****

In the following days, Draco’s mood worsened increasingly. The boy didn’t know why. First, he thought it was because Dumbledore still hadn’t come up with a plan for the holidays. Only after some time did Draco realize that his bad mood was not related to the lack of news from the headmaster. Instead, it was because he saw Granger with Finnigan more and more often. When he watched them laughing and talking together, a strange fear appeared in his heart. At first, he didn’t know where this anxiety came from, but after a while he came to the conclusion that he was feeling this way because Finnigan could jeopardize his plan.

He realized that his nightmares had changed for some time. Now, he dreamed that he died at the hands of the Dark Lord because Granger bound herself to Finnigan. The prophecy would be fulfilled because he couldn’t keep an eye on the girl. He didn’t even want to think about what would happen to him if Granger and Finnigan really became a couple and if he actually lost his influence on what happened to the Gryffindor and their child. At some point, Draco began to ponder whether or not he should talk to Granger about this, but he didn’t know what he would say to her, especially since he never noticed that the relationship between the two went beyond anything more than just friendly conversation. However, he began to realize that he had to do something about it, but only one idea came to his mind.

The day of the apparition exam finally came. From early that morning, Draco had felt a growing frustration. Not only could he not hold back Granger from taking the exam, but he couldn’t keep an eye on her during the examination, as only those students who were taking the exam were authorized to leave the castle. Since all the students taking the exam had gone, Draco couldn’t find any peace for himself . He was not able to concentrate during lessons and when they finished, he walked through the castle in search of something that he couldn’t define.

Finally, he concluded that the most prudent action was to wait for Granger’s return near the main entrance. At first, he sat at the entrance hall trying to read a book, but realized that there was absolutely no sense in doing this when he read the same sentence for the fifth time in order to understand its contents. So now he walked around and felt like a complete idiot, because the students and teachers who passed him by looked at him as if he had completely lost his mind.

When dinnertime finally approached and the corridors were empty as most of the hungry students had gone to the Great Hall, Draco suddenly heard footsteps and the laughter of a group of people walking toward the castle. In order to maintain an illusion of dignity, he quickly hid behind one of the castle's thick pillars, where he could watch the sixth years returning from Hogsmeade without being noticed by them.

Moments later, when all the students were inside the castle, Draco realized that his attempt to hide was not necessary because they were talking excitedly about the exam and weren’t paying attention to what was happening around them. Draco noticed that most of the students were smiling and joking, which indicated that the exam was mostly successful. Weasley, however, didn’t seem to be happy and was shouting in disbelief about half an eyebrow. Draco guessed that he was one of the few who didn’t pass and if it had been a normal day a few weeks ago, Draco wouldn’t have hesitated to tease him for his incompetence. Now, however, Malfoy had more important issues on his mind, so instead of bothering Weasley, he swept his eyes over the group of students, looking for Granger.

She walked in almost at the end. She was smiling, clearly pleased with herself, which led Draco to believe that nothing bad had happened to her or the child during the examination. He felt an incredible sense of relief and joy. He wanted to run up to her and embrace her out of happiness, despite the fact that she was a Mudblood. But as soon as he had that thought, he noticed that Granger was once again talking cheerfully with Finnigan. When the boy said something to her, she laughed merrily and suddenly, to Draco’s great horror, she grabbed Finnigan's neck and kissed him on the cheek.

Draco felt rage. He waited for her all day and now she was behaving like this! He decided to follow her and Finnigan.

He tracked the group of Gryffindors, hiding behind massive pillars so that no one saw him. When the students dispersed and spread out around the castle in smaller groups, Draco continued to keep his eye on the girl.

At some point, it was just her and Finnigan. When it seemed that they were returning to the Gryffindor common room together, Finnigan suddenly remembered something, slapped his palm on his forehead, made his excuses to the girl and ran away in the opposite direction.

Taking this opportunity, Draco jumped out from his hiding spot, grabbed a surprised Granger by the wrist, and pulled her with him behind the pillar where he had been a moment ago.

“What are you doing?!” she asked, furious. “What do you want Malfoy? Do you want to know if I passed the exam? I passed. Nothing happened. Nothing.”

“I want to know about Finnigan,” he explained, even more upset.

“What about Seamus?”

“I’ve seen you two together very often lately! And you just kissed him!” Draco wished at that moment that he hadn’t acted so impulsively, because he didn't know what he should say to the girl. “Are you a couple?” he finally asked.

Hermione looked at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

“Even if we are, it is none of your business,” she retorted after a while. It annoyed her that he still tried to control her and now he wanted to dictate who she could date. There was absolutely nothing beyond friendship between her and Seamus, but she wouldn’t admit it to Malfoy. At the same time, Draco's heart leapt into his throat. He felt panic began to embrace him.

“You can’t,” he only managed to voice.

“And why is that?” she challenged.

“Because, because...” he began to stutter, wondering what he should say. Only one idea came to his mind, and he felt that it was time to implement it. He reminded himself that his mother gave him permission to do whatever he deemed appropriate, and that he had to do it for his sake and his family. But right now, he couldn’t seem to say a word. Instead, he pushed the girl toward the pillar with his body, grabbed her chin with his hand and, without thinking, clung to her lips with his mouth. Initially, Hermione tried to escape, but after a short while she gave up. Draco reduced the pressure of his body on her much smaller figure and began to gently kiss her lips. Surprised, Draco realized that the feeling was not as bad as he had expected. During this kiss, he had forgotten who his partner was and he felt the same excitement as when he was with one of the Slytherin girls. When he deepened the kiss, she didn’t protest, but very tentatively reciprocated his caresses. She stroked his tongue unsteadily with her own while at the same time allowing him to penetrate deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Neither of them seemed to realize it when he took her by the waist and she clasped her arms around his neck. When they finally broke apart, they gazed into each other's eyes. For a moment, neither of them said a word.

“I think we should try it,” he broke the silence.

“What?” she asked in a whisper, still stunned by what had happened.

“You know, if we’re together...You know, baby and all―” He didn’t know how to put into words what he wanted to say. He didn’t know how he could convince her.

“I thought you said you were not interested?” she asked suspiciously when she realized what he was trying to say. “I changed my mind,” he explained.

“And it didn’t occur to you that I may not want to?”

“If so, you just gave me a different impression,” he said as his face broke into his characteristic smirk.

“You surprised me.”

“We will have a child together. Don’t you think we should give him a chance to have a normal family with parents who are together?”

“But you get on my nerves and you hate me,” she noted.

“How am I getting on your nerves? I’ve been trying very hard not to tease you.”

“But you don’t trust my decisions and act like you know everything about pregnancy, although, unlike me, you haven’t read any books about it.”

“You are getting pert again,” he said, irritated.

“You see? Do you really want to be with a Muggle-born girl that you hate?”

“I no longer understand what I feel. You piss me off, but when I see you with him I get so mad...Let's try, and if it doesn’t work, then we will go back to our previous agreement.”

“It may just annoy you that you have no control over me and that I can get together with whoever I want.” Draco silently cursed that she figured him out so easily. Never in his life did he have to convince a girl to be with him. If he proposed a relationship to any Slytherin girl, she would agree without hesitation and would not even think about his motives. And now this annoying Mudblood dared to question the sincerity of his intentions. He didn’t quite know how to answer her, so he decided to attack, knowing that the best defense was a good offense.

“I’m not surprised that Weasley chose Brown. She probably does not look for problems where they don’t exist, and she is happy that someone is interested in her.” Hermione made an indignant face.

“And maybe I’m not interested in you! Not every girl thinks that to be with you is the pinnacle of her dreams. Personally, I prefer men who are less presuming.” Hermione didn’t want to say it out loud, but the remark about Ron and Lavender really hurt her. Although she was not sure she was still in love with Ron after he and Harry had treated her so terribly, she still preferred him in Malfoy’s place. Draco was furious at her words, because he really believed that he was all that a girl could dream about, and here was the Mudblood refusing him. He hated the fact that he had to grovel in front of her, but he figured if he was in for a penny, he was in for a pound.

“Don’t you think you’re being selfish?”

“What?!” she asked, amazed.

“You’re only refusing to get your way.”

“That’s not true!”

“Then why won’t you try?”

“Not only have you treated me terribly for the last several years, but you are still an arrogant ignoramus who thinks he will always get what he wants. You change girls like gloves and don’t bother with their feelings. Wasn’t it you that I saw a few days ago snogging some Slytherin girl?”

“Are you afraid that I would cheat on you?” he asked in astonishment.

“I think that’s obvious. It’s in your nature.”

“Then you don’t know me.”

“Really? And is that why I still see Slytherins who despair from your betrayal?”

“I didn’t promise anything to them. Only one kiss is enough for girls to think that we are together.” “So why would you promise anything to me?” “It’s because we are having a child together. I won’t lie and say that I'm in love with you or anything like that, but I know that I am willing to sacrifice my freedom in order to ensure that our child has a normal family,” he said after a little thought.

“Oh, how noble you are, sacrificing yourself for the child,” she mocked.

“Didn’t I prove to you how much I’m willing to sacrifice for this child? Didn’t I go with you to Dumbledore and change sides in this war for this child?” he said, quieter than a whisper.

Hermione mused.

“This is not a marriage. If we come to the conclusion that it isn’t working, we will part. Try to get to know me and see if I am different from what you think,” he finished, cursing his fatal predicament. He was terrified by the thought that he would be in a relationship with a Mudblood, even if it was a fake one. He would have to go on dates with her, be nice to her, and even act romantic. Somehow, he would have to convince her that they were a good match, so that she would not even think for a minute of breaking up with him. He would have to restrain himself from arguing with her. He knew that there was no other choice and that now, when he has almost convinced her, it was too late to withdraw.

“For the sake of the child?” she said, unsure if she was asking Malfoy or herself. She knew that Ron was with Lavender and it was useless to delude herself into thinking that something would change, especially since he didn’t want to talk to her.

“Yes,” he said and smiled at her, but inside he felt a lot of conflicting emotions. He didn’t know whether he should be glad that she was softening toward the idea or despair that he was caught up in a liaison with a Muggle-born. He knew that this was a fake relationship and when everything was over, it would cease to exist. He could toss the memory of Granger into oblivion, and he would once again be free. But in spite of everything, it still bothered him. “Okay, so it’s set. Our first date will be at seven o'clock on Saturday evening near the big rock by the lake.”

Hermione looked at him, shocked that they were really going to try this and only nodded.

Draco's mouth twisted into something between a grimace and smile. “Almost no one goes there. We should be safe.” It was obvious that this relationship must remain a secret for both of them.

Although Draco still had many doubts, after some consideration when he returned to his dormitory, he was in a very good mood. After all, his mother had told him that he could do whatever was necessary, and this fake relationship with the Mudblood was vital to the plan. He felt proud of himself for solving the problem of Finnigan and that he was able to manipulate Granger so easily. Also, he was relieved that he didn’t feel the immediate need to run to the bathroom and brush his teeth after their kiss. Since they were now in a ‘relationship,’ he would probably have to kiss her more than once, and if he felt disgust after each kiss, it would be really hard to keep up the charade. Without the distraction he could devote himself to his new mission.

When he stopped tormenting himself about his terrible plight, he felt that he had to relieve the tension that had built in him throughout the day. Draco knew there was only one reliable way to do it, so he left the dormitory in search of a Slytherin girl who could make his evening more pleasant.

*****

The next day, Draco cursed his choice of companion for the evening. It wasn’t that the time spent with Tracey Davis wasn’t pleasant; it was quite the contrary. Unfortunately, the girl began to hope for too much after their rendezvous. She looked at Draco with dreamy eyes and smiled at him every time he glanced at her. At first, it didn’t bother Draco because he was used to such behavior from girls. However, Tracey went too far when, walking next to Draco on the way to breakfast, she tried to grab his hand. Not wanting to make an unnecessary fuss, Draco didn’t react too harshly and just pulled his hand from hers and quickened his pace.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough for the girl to realize that their night together didn’t mean that they were a couple. She continued to try to get close to him. She hoped to sit at the same bench with Draco for every lesson, and was clearly disappointed whenever he announced that the place next to him was occupied by Crabbe or Goyle. The truth reached Tracey right before Potions, the last lesson of the day, when Draco once again refused her a place by his side. Sitting on the bench next to Daphne Greengrass, Tracey continued to watch Draco, but this time without the dreamy expression on her face. She was rather sad. When she realized that Draco had never once looked in her direction throughout the entire lesson, she made a decision: she would request an explanation.

After class finished, Tracey stood up from her desk and walked over to Draco, who was packing his belongings.

"Did I do something wrong?" asked the girl. Draco looked at her in surprise.

"No. Why?"

"You act as if nothing happened yesterday."

"And how do you think I should behave?" he said, slightly annoyed. He hated having such conversations with disappointed girls.

"I thought you would behave like a boyfriend does towards his girlfriend."

"But I'm not your boyfriend."

"But...but I thought..." Tracy began with difficulty, trying to keep from sobbing. Draco noted with dismay that her behavior was attracting the attention of not only the other Slytherins, but also Gryffindors and Granger amongst them. Draco suddenly remembered their conversation from the previous day and realized that Granger couldn’t find out about what happened between him and Tracey.

"Stop weeping. I promised you nothing," he replied dryly.

"How can you do this to me? We were together!"

Draco started to panic, because he noticed Granger watching him and Tracey closely while pretending that she was packing up her things. He was sure she heard what the upset girl said.

"We'll talk about this in the common room. You can’t make a show of me in front of the Gryffindors,” he growled through his teeth.

"But, Draco..."

"Go to the common room. I'll be right there," he interrupted with a tone that brooked no argument. Having no other choice, she went back to the bench to pack her belongings, still crying. Draco walked towards the exit. Although the danger was averted at the moment, he was bothered. He realized that in order for Granger to believe in his transformation, similar scenes couldn’t take place again. But how would he stop Slytherin girls from broadcasting what they did together before the whole school? It was absolutely impossible and Draco realized that the only way out of this situation was to stop having one night stands with any girls. The thought terrified him, because he couldn’t imagine not having anymore sex.

Before he could despair over his terrible position, a new thought came to him. If kissing Granger had ceased to disgust him, and since she was supposed to be his girlfriend, she should satisfy his sexual needs. His mother told him that he could do anything he needed in order to get close to Granger. After all, the girls who had sex with him never forgot him. Granger couldn’t be an exception. Therefore, Draco would kill two birds with one stone: he would have his needs fulfilled and he would make Granger fall for him.

Draco entered the Owlery thinking about his new plan. He pulled out a roll of parchment and wrote:

That was old news. There’s no need to be jealous. See you Saturday.

DM

He called one of the school owls and tied the letter to its feet. He knew he had to calm down Granger, because she definitely suspected something when she observed the scene in the Potions classroom.

After sending the letter, Draco began to plan for Saturday evening. If he was going to seduce Granger, he had to come up with something romantic, because she, unlike the Slytherin girls, wasn’t in love with him yet.

*****

When Saturday afternoon came, Hermione felt the panic begin to embrace her. She didn’t know what to expect from the meeting with Malfoy. What if he was only making a joke out of her and didn’t appear at their meeting, or worse, showed up there just to laugh at her. The idea flashed through her head to send Malfoy a letter and cancel their date. But then she began to think about her child. Was Malfoy right that she should give their child a chance for a normal family? Although she was still unable to imagine herself and Malfoy becoming a normal couple, she found that this was a better option than the prospect of being a single mother. Malfoy had already proved to her that he wanted to change and had cut ties with the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Hermione felt that she should take a chance and she started to prepare for the meeting.

She stood in front of the mirror, wondering what she should put on and what to do with her hair. She figured that she would dress nicely, but not enough to arouse anyone's suspicions. Since it was the weekend, she could opt out of the mandatory uniform. She chose her favorite plaid skirt and a T-shirt with short sleeves. She left her hair free and put soft makeup on her face. When she found that she looked appropriate, she walked out of the dormitory and headed outside.

When she reached the lake, she had the impression that Malfoy had pulled a prank on her because he was nowhere near the huge stone on which they had agreed. Only when she walked around the stone did she see the Slytherin on the other side. He was standing there, looking at the lake. Hermione came over and stood right behind him.

“Hi,” she greeted him uncertainly. He jumped slightly, surprised by her sudden appearance, and then turned around.

Draco had been thinking about his confrontation with Tracey from the previous day. She waited for him after classes in the Slytherin common room, just as he ordered. She still hoped that Draco would change his mind and they would become a couple. Draco talked to her for almost an hour, arguing that he was not interested in having a relationship with her. Despite that, she still seemed unconvinced and her promise to not 'bother' him had to be enough for now. After this conversation, Draco was even more convinced that he couldn’t afford similar situations in the future. The thought made him even more determined to seduce Granger, because the prospect of not having sex for at least a few months, maybe even years absolutely terrified him.

“Hi,” he said to her in greeting, then he leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Hermione stiffened momentarily, surprised by his actions, and then her face became covered in red. Confused and tense, she bit her lower lip nervously, then cleared her throat softly.

“What are we going to do?” she asked after a moment.

“I have a surprise,” he said with pride in his voice. “Sparky!” he cried. There was a crackling sound and then a small, frightened-looking house-elf apparated in front of them. “Prepare everything,” commanded Draco. The elf nodded and immediately began to conjure up a blanket, picnic basket, plates, napkins and other small items handy for a picnic.

“What is this?” Hermione asked with exasperation.

“A picnic. I thought we would sit on the blanket, eat and observe the sunset over the lake,” he explained without noticing the tone of her voice. He was sure that every girl at Hogwarts would give up anything for a romantic evening with him.

“And did you have to use this poor creature?!”

“What do you mean? You eat meals in the Great Hall and they are also prepared by elves. Besides, Sparky is happy that he could make all this for us.”

“It's a Saturday night. He also has the right to have free time.”

“Don’t make me laugh, Granger.” There was irritation in his voice similar to Hermione’s. “He doesn’t need it and doesn’t want it.”

“Of course he needs it and wants it, but he is afraid to assert his rights!”

“Do what you want. You don’t have to eat anything. You can stand right there, while I taste all of these delicacies.” He sat down on the blanket. Draco was angry that this stupid Gryffindor didn’t appreciate his efforts. “Sparky, that's all. You can go now,” he instructed the elf and, still not looking at Hermione, he started eating.

“Yes, Draco Malfoy, sir,” the elf said, then bowed at the waist and apparated with a crack.

Hermione stood for a moment, looking at Malfoy who was eating and not paying her any attention. Finally, she gave up and sat down on the blanket next to him. She decided, however, that she must take care of this issue in the future and make Malfoy realize that house-elves should have rights.

“Was that your house-elf?” she asked.

“Yes. And in anticipation of your next question: I'm not going to release him,” he said with anger in his voice.

“I was rather worried that he would say something about this to your mother.”

Draco finally looked at her and smiled slightly. “I forbade him to talk about it to anyone.”

“But when the holidays come, you will lose control over him and then he will no longer have to listen to your orders,” she continued to worry.

“You are wrong. Sparky is a part of the assets I inherited from my uncle, Alfard Black. In his will, he left me all his money and properties. Right now, it is part of the Malfoy fortune, but when I turn seventeen in June, everything that was mentioned in his will would be mine,” he explained. “It’s hard for me to imagine having to deal with life without money, but I won’t have to thanks to Uncle Alfard,” he added after a moment.

Hermione nodded in understanding. That explained a lot of things. Even though she never asked Malfoy about it, she wondered how it was possible that someone who always praised his fortune was willing to give it all up without a blink of an eye.

“But it's still less than the Malfoy fortune,” she said, hoping to find out more.

“Believe me, it's still more than I could ever spend.”

“Malfoy?” she asked uncertainly.

“What?”

“How many elves will you have?”

The boy laughed. “Only three. And in anticipation of your next question: No, I will not release them.”

“Can you promise me something, though?”

“It depends on what it is.”

“Will you try to treat them courteously? Will you be nice to them?”

“Why?” He still couldn’t understand why all of this was so important to her.

“Just do it, okay?” she asked, realizing that explaining her ideas for the hundredth time wouldn’t make any sense to him.

“I'll try,” he said, recognizing that in order to stay in her good graces he had to make some compromises. After all, he didn’t have to be nice to elves all the time; just when Granger was in the vicinity.

“Thank you,” she replied, looking into the basket and pulling out a sandwich. Now, they both sat and ate in silence, not knowing what to talk about.

“You were right. This was a really good idea. It’s beautiful here.” She broke the silence, looking at the reddening sun on the surface of the lake. She thought that a date like this was a little kitschy, but she didn’t know what else she should say.

Draco’s face relaxed in contentment and he looked at Hermione, who was still observing the lake. He thought that this was the perfect moment to put the rest of his plan into action. He grabbed her face with his hand and turned her toward him. Then, without giving her time to think, he joined his lips to hers.

Hermione was surprised into stillness, but when he gently sucked on her bottom lip, she slowly began to reciprocate the kiss. At that moment, she realized that since meeting with Krum a couple times in fourth year, this was her first real date as well as her first kiss on a date. Startled, she found that she didn’t mind being kissed this way and that she didn’t think about Ron during it. So, when Malfoy began to kiss her with even greater enthusiasm, she surrendered to it and their tongues danced, teasing and stroking each other. After a while, she felt his hand stroking her waist through the thin material of her shirt and it caused a pleasant shiver to run down her body. Finally, he grabbed Hermione around the waist with both hands and sat her in his lap, so that now her breasts pressed against his torso and her legs, which were bent at the knees, were placed on either side of his thighs.

While continuing to kiss him, she folded her hands around his neck in order to keep her balance. Draco had to admit that this mission was much more pleasant than the task assigned to him by the Dark Lord.

He slid both hands under her shirt and began stroking her bare skin. He did it carefully, focusing only on her waist and back. He felt the goose bumps on her skin with his fingertips. A moment later, he felt her hardened nipples through the thin layer of material separating their torsos. Hermione had no idea what was happening to her. Although she was not under the influence of the lust potion, she felt a pleasant tension in her lower abdomen and increasing moisture between her legs. She didn’t completely understand how it was possible that Malfoy was able to get such a reaction from her only by kissing and touching her in several places. On the one hand, she was scared, but on the other hand, she was fascinated and attracted. Her body was almost screaming at Malfoy to go further, but she thought that it was still too early. She had just decided to give him a chance and he had to prove that he was worthy of trust first. His mouth broke away from hers and began to wander down, focusing on her neck. Hermione felt like she was going to explode, so when one of his hands came up and he touched her breast through the thin material of her bra, she jumped slightly. When she leaned her weight on top of his thighs, she felt a rock-hard bulge through his robes, which was now rubbing against her panties. Realizing what it meant, she tried to get up, but couldn’t because Malfoy's arms immediately grabbed ahold of her.

“What's wrong?” he asked, looking at her amazed and still excited.

“No, I can’t,” she stammered. “Too fast...I don’t want...” she tried to explain, unable to construct a proper sentence.

Draco cursed silently. “Yeah, because we haven’t done it already,” he commented on her panic attack, which instantly sobered her.

“You know that this is not the same!” she said with emphasis and tried to get up again, but he didn’t give her a chance and restrained her before she could move.

“I know. I just thought that since we're together―” he said, hesitatingly.

“I've only been kissed once before,” she said, interrupting him. Then she looked at him with the eyes of a lost child. “Well, it was you after all. We have a history of almost six years of hatred. Do you think that one day you suggest that we be together and the next I will...with you...that I'll do it with you?”

“To be honest, that's what I thought,” he answered with disarming sincerity.

“You…you ...” She looked at him with growing rage.

“What? I'm a guy.”

“What about your statement that you would never get close to me without the potion? How will you be able to annihilate the disgust you feel toward me?”

“I already did,” he said and shrugged.

Hermione didn’t quite understand the ease with which he could forget their dislike of one another. In her case, sex was not about the act alone. She suspected that if someone she liked was in Malfoy’s place and that someone had caused similar reactions in her body, she wouldn’t have a second thought about it and would just go for it. She felt that she had been ready for a long time and hadn’t done it just because there were no interesting candidates around her except Ron, of course, but he was with Lavender. But this was Malfoy! After all, people don’t do such things with someone they don’t even like. How could he cope so quickly with their long-standing hatred? She couldn’t understand it, no matter how long she wondered about it.

“I know I agreed to try, but you must understand that I can’t just forget all these past years. First, I have to like you a little bit,” she explained.

“That will not take very long,” he said with his typical confidence. “I'll try from now on until that effect.”

“You can always try,” she said and smiled, feeling relieved that her refusal didn’t end up in a quarrel or insults. At that point, she realized that the sun had set and it was almost completely dark. “We better get back to the castle.” He nodded at her and she remembered she was still sitting on his lap, thus preventing him from standing up. She instantly got up and straightened her skirt and shirt. At the same time, Malfoy rose from the blanket and now stood in front of her.

“So...well, bye,” she said, and shyly kissed him on the lips then ran in the direction of the castle.

“Sparky!” he called when she disappeared on the other side of the huge rock. The elf appeared before him immediately. “Clean all of this,” he ordered and also went to the castle.

He was angry that Granger didn’t give in as easily as he had expected. He wondered how this Mudblood dared to refuse him! She should be proud that he would lower himself to be with her, that he wanted to shag her! He decided that he couldn’t let go of it that easily and he would have to take revenge. When he put his plan into motion, she would beg to be fucked by him.

When Hermione woke up the next day, she still had not recovered from what happened by the lake. She dreamed about the nasty Slytherin throughout the night and it was certainly a very pleasant dream. Hermione knew that after just a few more meetings like the day before, she would quickly forget that she didn’t like Malfoy and she would give into him. She remembered that he said he would keep trying until the effect. She couldn’t help feeling excited about that, and it terrified her.

*****

Harry sat in front of Dumbledore in the headmaster’s office and thought about everything he had just learned. He was thinking about Voldemort's Horcruxes, the prophecy and his own future, which he chose deliberately and not because of the prediction, when he heard Dumbledore’s voice.

“Harry, there is just one more issue I wanted to talk with you about.”

“Yes, sir?” asked Harry, torn from his thoughts.

“When we started our lessons, you wanted to know if you could tell your friends about what we are talking about here.”

“That's right,” Harry confirmed, but didn’t know what the headmaster was up to.

“Do you feel that you can trust them?”

“Yes,” Harry said uncertainly.

“Then what has changed? I think you have stopped trusting Miss Granger...”

Harry suddenly felt anger flood him. He knew that he had agreed with Ron and Ginny to not tell anyone about Hermione and Malfoy, but he realized he couldn’t stand it if the headmaster started to tell him about how trustworthy Hermione was.

“Malfoy is up to something and she is dating him!” burst Harry, upset. He knew that if the headmaster talked more about the subject, he had to know something, and sooner or later he would draw the truth from Harry.

“She told you that?”

“No, but Ron and I saw her with Malfoy!” He became even more upset.

“Did she explain it to you?”

“She didn’t have to,” Harry answered quietly but sadly this time.

“Has she ever failed your trust before that you don’t even want to hear what she has to say?”

“No, but―” Harry didn’t really know what he should say at this point. “Do you know about everything?!” he asked, realizing that Dumbledore must know more about Hermione and Malfoy than he could imagine.

“Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy visited me and told me everything,” explained Dumbledore.

“How can you trust her?! They are up to something!”

“Harry, think about it. Why did you trust her before? The next time I ask you for a meeting, come to my office with Mr. Weasley and Miss Weasley.” “Yes, sir,” he answered, resigned. He knew that the discussion on this topic was pointless. He didn’t want to undermine the validity of the headmaster’s actions, but it upset Harry that he not only trusted Snape, but Malfoy and Hermione as well.

Harry said goodbye to Dumbledore and returned to his dormitory, where he repeated everything the headmaster told him to Ron. The case of the Horcruxes went by the wayside and their conversation focused on the credulity of Dumbledore, which neither of the boys could understand. They both came to the conclusion that they would wait and see what happened the next time they visited his office. They speculated that perhaps the headmaster knew something about Malfoy and Hermione that they didn’t know and would share this information with them during the next meeting.

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