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A Slow Seduction	By : MoonlightVision Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 56430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: I know it's been a while since I've posted, I'm sure you can all relate when I say life got in the way for a little while... But I'm back at it and eager to continue where I left off. As always, let me know what you think, your reviews make me want to write more! Enjoy!

Chapter 7
Draco woke briefly Wednesday morning when he heard noise outside his door. After determining it was just Granger getting ready for the day he rolled over and went back to sleep. He had a free period this morning, and he knew she did too, but clearly she was going to breakfast like usual. He, however, was not going to pass up the opportunity to get some extra rest.
It was some time later when Draco was again woken. This time by giggling. Growling under his breath he threw off the covers and stormed to his door. Wrenching it open he registered the looks of shock on Granger and Weasley's faces before he scowled at them fiercely.
“Do you two mind? Some of us are trying to sleep!”
“Trying to sleep?! Malfoy, it's almost time for second period!” Granger said incredulously, her eyes travelled down his body before snapping back up to his face, a look of mortification in her eyes.
Draco scoffed, so she'd noticed he was only wearing his boxers. And judging by the red head's expression she had noticed that fact too. He feigned boredom as he looked at the clock on the wall, “I've still got plenty of time, Granger, not all of us have to deal with hair that is as out of control as yours.”
Colour crept into her cheeks and she turned away, trying to hide her hurt expression, “Whatever Malfoy, it's not like I care if you're late anyway.”
“Would you just shut up so I can get a few more minutes, is that too much to ask?”
She shook her head, not even glancing at him. Re-entering his room he closed his door. Merlin, she was sensitive! If just a comment about her hair was enough to wound her. He rubbed the back of his neck, thinking hard. Clearly, he'd have to be more careful about what he said. Though he reasoned with himself, if he was too nice to her she might start suspecting something.
Lying face down on the bed he tried to fall back to sleep, but he could still here them in the common room. The giggles has subsided but now he could here angry whispers. Clearly they weren't going to give it a rest. Groaning he rolled out of bed again and started getting dressed for the day.
---**---
“'Mione, you really shouldn't let what he says bother you, it's just Malfoy, he's always been a git.”
Hermione nodded, trying to see Ginny's side of this as they left the head's dorm. Draco hadn't reappeared, which she was actually very glad of. Once again she felt like she was on an emotional roller coaster. Just last night he'd been entirely reasonable while they'd done their patrol schedule, until the end when he'd made those comments about a bubble bath and taking her to bed. But he hadn't been mean last night, at any point. This morning he'd been mean. She knew her hair was usually a mess, but that didn't stop his comment from stinging.
“'Mione?”
She shook herself out of her thoughts, “I know, Ginny, I just can't help it. There are times where he seems to act like he's trying, like he's attempting to get along with me. But then things like this morning happen and I can't help but feel confused.”
“That's why you need to just ignore him! You always have before. He was always mean to you and the boys, you three seemed to manage to ignore him in past years.”
“But the boys aren't here this year. At least when they were Harry took most of Malfoy's insults, I was just a background character to that feud. And this year I have to work with Malfoy. I can't just ignore him. Even if I want to.
Hermione stopped in her tracks when they entered the charms classroom. Malfoy was already there. Sitting at a desk near the back, the seat beside him empty. He looked up and caught her eye, then pointedly looked at the empty seat beside him.
She swallowed, she didn't want to sit with him. Looking around as everyone else settled into desks next to the people they'd partnered with for years, her heart sank. There really was no getting away from him.
Ginny tugged her arm, “You can come sit with me and Eliza, I'm sure she won't mind.”
Sighing, Hermione shook her head, “No, Professor Flitwick will just make me move.”
“It's not fair!” Ginny stomped her foot, “Just because you two are the only two people that decided to come back doesn't mean you should be stuck with him for everything!”
“I'm not. Not for everything,” she reassured her friend, but added under her breath as she walked away, “just for most things...”
Malfoy smirked as she sat down, “Decided to join me after all, Granger?”
“No, Malfoy, I didn't,” she rolled her eyes, “I'm just a figment of your imagination.”
He leaned towards her, whispering, “See, I know that's not true. If I were imagining you you wouldn't be wearing your school robes.”
Feeling her cheeks getting hot she tried to ignore him, but when he leaned in even closer, his breath tickling her ear, she flinched and tried to move away.
But he caught her arm and murmured, “You would be wearing something much more appealing.”
Involuntarily a shiver ran down her spine and she stared straight ahead. She didn't want him to see how much his words rattled her. How confused her brain was right now. Why was he saying things like that? Why was he mean one minute then trying to flirt with her the next? Because she'd at least come to that conclusion. There was no other explanation. No reason for him to say and do the things he did sometimes, other than he was attempting to flirt. Which only confused her more. This was Malfoy!
Malfoy sighed and straightened in his chair as Flitwick began to speak. A small mercy for Hermione, since she could focus on something other than the way his hand had lingered on her arm for a minute.
Ten minutes into the lecture Hermione felt fingers close over her left hand and jerked violently, startled enough to look at him. His eyes were on the professor however and he didn't give any indication that he'd felt her trying to remove her hand from his. His grip tightened as he slid her hand under the desk.
“What are you doing, Malfoy?!” she hissed, trying to tug her hand away.
“Entertaining myself,” he replied simply, still not looking at her.
Hermione pulled her hand again, wincing when his fingers dug painfully into her wrist, “Let go.”
“No,” he glanced at her momentarily, “and keep writing notes, or someone will notice.”
“Notice what?” she asked angrily, “You molesting me?”
He shook his head and smirked, “Again with the molesting, Granger? You need to come up with some better material.”
Her hand was now palm up on his right knee, his right hand clamped around her wrist. She kept her fingers tightly balled into a fist, as his left hand tried to pry her hand open.
“Malfoy, stop!” she said sharply, trying to stay as quiet as she could.
“No. Open your hand, Granger.”
“No!” she tightened her fingers, “let go or I'm telling Flitwick.”
She felt his hands still for a moment, “You better not, Granger.”
Eagerly she continued, hoping she was getting through to him, “I will. Now let go.”
“Do that and I will tell everyone that you are hearing things.”
Hermione paled, hating him for knowing exactly what would keep her from telling on him. She didn't want people to know she was hearing a baby crying. They wold all think she was going crazy.
He smirked, “Good, now open you hand.”
“Why?” she asked, defeated.
“Because I want you to, Granger.”
Slowly, Hermione relaxed her fingers, ignoring the triumphant smile that flashed across his face. Her hand twitched slightly as he trailed the fingers of his left hand across her palm. His right hand stayed firmly wrapped around her wrist.
“Good, now go back to writing notes,” he whispered, with a quick glance around the room.
She too looked around, no one seemed to have noticed their quiet struggle. Everyone was focusing on what Flitwick was teaching.
“Shouldn't you be taking notes too?” she asked, hoping he would let her go in order to do just that.
“No, I already know this stuff. Mom taught it to me a few years ago, over the summer. She thought it might come in handy.”
Hermione looked back at her text book, open to the page on disillusionment charms. Then turned to gawp at Malfoy, “Your mom taught you this a few years ago?”
Malfoy moved his fingers to the skin of her lower arm, drawing little patterns there, “Is that really so surprising, Granger? That she wanted me to have the ability to hide in plain sight if I needed it?”
Taken aback, Hermione thought quickly, “No, I... I guess not. I just... I'm just surprised you managed to learn it. It's really advanced stuff. I don't think I could have learned this a few years ago. I barely feel ready now.”
A weak smile crossed his features, and his eyes seemed to focus on something far away, “Let's just say I had good motivation.”
Hermione didn't have a thing to say to that. She knew Voldemort had taken up residence at Malfoy Manor, she shuddered as she remembered her brief time there. She swallowed thickly, she couldn't imagine having to live there during that time.
Turning back to her notes, Hermione tried to ignore the boy beside her and the way his fingers were dancing across her skin, sending little shivers up her arm.
Before she knew it, class was over. Without a word, Malfoy dropped her hand, got up and walked out of the classroom, leaving Hermione dazed and confused. Again.
---**---
After dinner Malfoy sat in the stands over the quidditch pitch, watching the Slytherin team practice. He had decided not to try out this year, he'd wanted to spend his time on his studies and on trying to win the affection of a certain witch. He hadn't planned on going to the pitch, but he'd needed to put some distance between himself and the castle. Between himself and Granger.
He'd wanted to see how she'd react to him touching her again, in class this time, with potential witnesses. At first she'd reacted just the way he'd expected, she'd panicked. What he hadn't expected was for her to give in and for that to turn into a conversation about him and how he already knew about disillusionment charms. That was not something he'd meant to tell her. So why had he?
Was getting close to her, close enough to get what he wanted going to cost him? He couldn't go trading secrets with her every time he wanted to get a little further with her. That wasn't how this was supposed to work.
Suddenly something plopped down beside him and a hand slipped into his, startling him.
“I don't understand people who want to play quidditch,” Maya groused, “I would not want to take the chance of falling that far.”
Regaining his composure, Draco smiled, “Didn't you have flying class this afternoon?”
“Yes,” she moped.
“I take it that it didn't go so well?”
“Nope.”
“Maya,” he sighed, “what happened?”
She grimaced, “I fell off my broom and everyone laughed.”
“Did you hurt yourself?” he asked, slightly worried.
“Not bad, just a small bruise on my arm,” she replied, absently rubbing nose.
“Did anyone else fall?”
“Yeah, plenty of people did.”
He grinned, remembering back to his first flying lesson, people had fallen then too, “And I bet people laughed at them too.”
Maya sighed, “Yeah, they did. But that doesn't mean I liked it when they laughed at me.”
“Well then, lets give them something to talk about next time. Go grab a broom, I'll give you a few pointers.”
Her face light up like a Christmas tree, “You mean it?! Really, really?!”
Draco smiled, not only did he actually want to help her, it would also take his mind off things, “Sure, I'll meet you on the lawn in five minutes.”
It was several hours later that Malfoy clambered through the portrait hole, exhausted but actually happy for once. It had taken a lot of work but Maya had made a huge improvement in her flying. He'd walked her back to Slytherin, knowing her penchant for getting lost and couldn't help but smile when she threw her arms around him and hugged him good night.
Upon entering the common room he smiled again, there was Granger curled up on the couch reading. There was nothing new about that, she was always reading. But it was the book she was reading that made him smile. It was the one he'd left out with the others this morning. His copy of Bringing Magic into the Bedroom: A Complete Guide to Magical Bliss.
She looked up, her eyes wide as colour flooded her cheeks. Her eyes flew to the clock then back to him. Clearly she hadn't realized it was so late.
He smirked, pretending he didn't know what book she was reading, “Jeeze, Granger, if you're going to blush every time I walk into a room, you are going to have a hard time convincing people you're not obsessed with me.”
If it was possible she coloured more, “I... I'm not. I just... didn't realize it was so late.”
He held in a chuckle as he watched her try to hide the cover of the book. “Lost track of the time, did you?” he joked, taking off his robes and hanging them over the chair as he approached her. “Must be a good book then. Go on, let's see which class has you so wrapped up that you didn't notice the time.”
He could see her panicking internally as he sat on the couch and reached for the book. She clutched it to her chest.
“Malfoy, I...” she trailed off as his fingers closed on the book.
He paused, drawing this out, “What, Granger? Don't want me to know what book this is? Are you afraid I'll figure out what class it's for and read ahead too, so that I can beat you?”
Shaking her head, she refused to release her hold on the book, “N-no... it's not for class...”
“Oh, so you're reading for pleasure,” he said, drawing out the word pleasure as sinfully as he could.
She gulped, “Yes.”
His hand still on the book he leaned in close, placing one hand on her knee as he whispered, “I know what book that is, Granger, it belongs to me after all.”
She shot off the couch faster than he could blink, “Then here, take it back, and stop leaving it lying around!” she yelled, thrusting the book at his chest.
Hastily he had to abandon the couch and the book as she made for her room, launching himself over the back he landed in her path, “Not so fast, you haven't told me what you think of it yet?”
She ground her teeth together, “And I'm not going to Malfoy, now get out of my way.”
As she tried to step around him he grabbed her arm and swung her back towards the couch, pushing her up against the back of it. He smiled internally when she caught her breath and blinked up at him, almost as if she were expecting him to do more.
“Careful, Granger, I'm getting tired of your orders,” he warned, cocking his head when her hands came up to push him away.
“Ugh, just move, Malfoy, I don't have time for this.”
“Don't have time? What other plans have you got for the evening, might I ask?” He took a small step closer, making her gasp. He let his voice drop an octave, “Maybe what you read in that book has you all hot and bothered and you thought you could escape and put some of those techniques to work?”
“Oh my God, Malfoy!” she all but squealed, “That is so wrong! I would never!”
“Really,” he raised an eyebrow at her, “That's a shame, I would dearly love to see you doing some of the things it mentions.”
Her mouth fell open, as she tried to stammer out a reply, and he couldn't help it, his gaze dropped to her lips. Inhaling deeply he hesitated. Did he dare? He noticed she had frozen and he looked back up, her brown eyes meeting his.
“Malfoy,” she said softly, “don't.”
He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry, “Why not, Granger? I know you're attracted to me. I can tell. I've noticed how you shiver every time I touch you.”
“Ever think that was from disgust?” she spoke carefully.
He narrowed his eyes, running his hand up her arm to tilt her chin up, just as he'd predicted, he felt her shiver slightly, “Is it, Granger? Because I don't think it is.”
She didn't respond for a few seconds, but when she did it was accompanied by a large sigh, “Even if I was attracted to you, Malfoy, which I'm not. I'm with Ron, I love him. Nothing is going to change that. Nothing is ever going to happen between me and you, so you can give up whatever notion it is you have in your head.”
Her mention of the Weasel stopped him in his tracks. He'd thought before that there was no way she'd ever cheat on him, and clearly he was right. He let her go and stepped away from her, his mind already racing. He barely noticed as she retreated to her room. Let her think she'd won this round. He needed to figure out a way to remove Weasley from the picture.
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