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Blood traitor	By : Dramionia Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13404 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 8

Trial of Strength

A few days later, while walking to Herbology, Hermione thought about what a strange turn her life had taken in the last few weeks. If someone had told her three months ago that she would be in a relationship with Malfoy and pregnant with his child, she would either laugh or send that person to St. Mungo's Janus Thickey Ward to be with Gilderoy Lockhart. But now it turned out that this was the actual truth. She didn’t know what to feel or think. She wondered if the relationship with Malfoy really had a chance to succeed.

Since the meeting by the lake, Malfoy had behaved towards her like he had the last few years: he teased her along with other Slytherins and never tried to have a normal conversation with her. Hermione knew that, for both their safety, they couldn’t let others suspect that something had changed between them, but she had the impression that annoying her gave Malfoy the same pleasure as before. She didn’t know if Malfoy’s actions were an expression of his true feelings, or were the result of a desire to hide their relationship.

“Accio Granger’s bag!” she heard someone shout suddenly, then she felt her school bag jerk away from her shoulder and saw it glide into the air somewhere. She turned around immediately and saw Malfoy, who stood between his henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, and held her backpack.

“Leave my backpack alone, you ferret!” she shouted angrily.

“And what are you going to do to me if I don’t?” he asked, with a challenging voice. Hermione immediately pulled out her wand and pointed it at Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle responded by pulling out their wands and pointing them at Hermione.

“Give me back my bag or you will regret it!” she threatened.

“Gregory, Vincent, lower your wands. I can handle her on my own,” Malfoy spoke stoically. He was afraid that Crabbe or Goyle could harm Granger or his child with some reckless spell. “Tell me, Granger, why I should give it back to you. I just want to see what interesting things you have here,” he explained while opening the bag and looking inside.

“Don’t browse through my stuff!” she shouted again nervously, but a smirk appeared on the Slytherin’s face. “Aquamenti!” she screamed and a stream of water squirted out from her wand and hit Malfoy in the face. Seeing his face and hair wet, Hermione began to laugh hysterically. His lips curled into an expression of absolute rage.

“Accio Granger’s wand!” he shouted irritably, surprising Hermione. Her wand slipped out from her hand, flew into the air for a few feet and landed in Malfoy’s hands. Hermione looked at him, scared, but he didn’t pay her any attention. He pointed his wand at hers and used a non-verbal spell. Hermione's wand flew out of Malfoy's hand and fell to the floor. Draco looked up at Hermione with an expression of triumph and dropped her backpack on the ground. “That'll teach you not to do that again,” he explained angrily. Although the boy realized that he really enjoyed kissing her, among other things, it didn’t mean that he liked her as a person and so he still took pleasure in bullying her. “Now, you can take your stuff.” He turned to her as a mischievous grin appeared on his wet face.

Hermione immediately ran over to the boy and picked up her backpack from the ground, but when she reached for her wand, it flew a few inches away from her. Crabbe and Goyle burst out in goofy laughter. Hermione looked at them angrily.

“What have you done?” she asked.

“It's nothing, only a simple repelling spell,” Draco said, and turned on his heel to leave. Crabbe and Goyle followed him, still looking back and laughing at Hermione’s attempts to grab her wand.

When the Slytherins disappeared from her sight, Hermione still could not reach her wand. Every time she tried, it jumped away from her. “This time, he has gone too far,” she thought, angry to the limit. “But I'll show him. He will never do anything like this again. If only someone were here to help me get my wand back.”

Suddenly, she heard footsteps. Startled, Hermione looked in the direction of the approaching person and relief appeared on her face when she saw who it was.

“Neville, how good of you to be here!” She was pleased at the sight of her fellow classmate. He smiled back and walked over to her.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“It was that stupid ferret! Malfoy cast a spell on my wand and now I can’t grab it. Can you lend me yours?” The boy reached for his wand and handed it to Hermione without any hesitation.

“Finite Incantatem,” she said, pointing at her wand, and then walked over and picked it up from the ground. “I have one more request for you,” she added, giving Neville his wand back. “Are you going to the Herbology lesson?”

“Of course,” he said. It was his favorite subject and nothing in the world could make him opt out of even one lesson.

“Can you tell Professor Sprout that I’ll be absent today because I feel sick?”

“Are you ill?” he asked, worried.

“No, but tell her that I have a terrible stomach ache and that I went to bed. If someone else asks, tell them the same thing.”

“But you never skip classes,” he said, surprised.

“I know. Therefore, nothing will happen this one time. This is very important.”

“I still don’t understand. Professor Sprout’s lessons are so interesting, after all.”

“Neville, please. I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t very important. Please tell Professor Sprout that I have severe abdominal pain.”

“It's a really strange request, but I won’t ask anything else. I'm sure you know what you're doing,” he said, still surprised by her behavior.

“Thank you,” she said and smiled. “Now go, or you will be late.” He looked at his watch. The lesson would begin in three minutes.

“Okay. Bye,” he said immediately when he realized that it was so late, and then he ran towards the greenhouse.

“Bye,” she said and headed for Gryffindor Tower. She really didn’t like to skip class, but she knew that revenge required some sacrifices.

A few minutes later, she reached the dormitory and sat on her bed. Herbology was the last subject of the day, so she had the whole afternoon and evening to study, especially since she wasn’t planning to go to dinner. She reached for her bag and opened it. Looking for her transfiguration manual, she came across an envelope which hadn’t been there before. There was no writing on the envelope so, curious, she opened it and pulled out some parchment from inside.

Meet me today in the Room of Requirement at six.

DM

Suddenly, she felt even more anger towards the Slytherin. “Does he think he can do something like that, just to drop me a letter to order an appointment? Oh no, I have to give him a lesson!” She threw the letter into the fireplace, pulled out the transfiguration textbook from her bag and began to read it.

*****

Draco arrived at the greenhouse with still a few minutes left before the lesson, so he sat down at his table and began to wonder if he had overacted with Granger. He came to the conclusion that it was Granger’s fault. He just wanted to leave her a message and she splashed him with water. He had to respond somehow, after all. But what if she took offense and broke up with him?

A moment later, Professor Sprout came into the classroom and the lesson began. Granger still wasn’t there. “Damn, she will be really angry that she was late to class because of me,” thought Draco.

Moments later, the sound of the door opening pulled Draco from his reverie. Neville Longbottom stood on the threshold. Draco felt a certain disappointment that it wasn’t Granger.

“Sorry I'm late,” apologized Neville.

“It's all right, my dear. We have just started,” the plump teacher said, calming him down. Neville smiled, relieved.

“On the way here, I saw Hermione Granger. She asked me to tell you that she will be absent today because she has a stomach ache and wanted to rest in her dormitory. She suddenly fell ill, because she was bent over and holding her stomach. She looked really bad,” he added, in order to fulfill his task the best he could, then he sat on the first bench.

“I understand,” the teacher replied. “I hope that Miss Granger will recover quickly and that it's nothing serious.”

Draco felt like his heart had leapt into his throat. Immediately, the darkest scenarios began to appear in his mind. At this point, the girl's stomach ache meant only one thing for him: something was wrong with the child. If she lost it, it meant certain death for him. He didn’t know what to do. Should he excuse himself from class and see what had happened? But even if he left the classroom, he couldn’t get into her dormitory to check if everything was fine. Or maybe he should go to the hospital wing and see if Granger was there. But how would he explain himself to Pomfrey?

No lesson had ever stretched so long in his life. It seemed to continue for hours. Minutes passed as Draco sat on pins and needles. When Professor Sprout finally finished, he immediately rose from his seat and stood before Neville, who was slowly packing his stuff.

“Longbottom, what's going on with Granger? Is she beginning to neglect her schooling? When I saw her just before the lesson, she looked pretty healthy. Maybe someone should mention it to the headmaster?” Draco asked, forcing himself to maintain his usual arrogant expression.

“Leave it alone, Malfoy. It’s none of your business,” Neville said to him.

“Really?”

“Exactly, but if you must know, I said the truth. Her stomach ache started suddenly when she bent over to pick up her wand from the ground.” Neville invented the explanation on the spot. He didn’t like to lie, but Hermione had rescued him from trouble so many times that he wanted to return the favor at any price.

At this point, Draco felt another panic attack. Was it his fault? Did he, by his own stupidity, assure his own death? He wanted to ask Longbottom for more details, but couldn’t because it would look too suspicious. So, slowly and with nonchalance, he headed for the exit and when he reached the threshold, he sped toward the hospital wing.

When he arrived, panting at the door, he paused for a moment to calm his breathing. He took a few lungfuls of air and pushed the handle. The infirmary was almost empty. He didn’t see Granger on any of the beds. Instead, Madam Pomfrey bustled around, helping a few other sick students.

“What's the matter, Mr. Malfoy?” Madam Pomfrey asked without being distracted from her work.

“Have you seen Gregory Goyle here today?” He invented the lie on the spot as an excuse for his presence there.

“No, Mr. Malfoy. Did something happen to Mr. Goyle?”

“Uhhh, no.” She looked at him in surprise. “I mean, yes. He fell down and I thought that he came to you, because his nose was bleeding. Can you please tell him that I was looking for him if he shows up,” he finished, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Of course, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Thank you and goodbye,” he said and quickly left.

When he stood in the hallway, he began to wonder what to do next. He hoped that Granger appeared in the Great Hall for dinner and he would be able to make sure that she was all right. But dinner was in two hours. He didn’t know how to survive that time without losing his sanity. He decided to run to the Owlery and send a letter to Granger. He knew it wasn’t very discrete, but he came to the conclusion that he would minimize the risk by sending the letter with a school owl. He thought that people wouldn’t investigate why a school owl appeared in Granger’s dormitory. Anyone could send a letter to her like that. Reaching a decision, Draco ran once again.

After a few minutes, he got to the Owlery and almost groaned. He was devastated when he looked at the birds sitting on their perches. None of the school owls were available; all of them had been sent out with letters. Suddenly, one of the birds moved towards him. A beautiful hawk owl flew up to him, sat down, and pulled a leg towards him.

“Not today,” he said to the bird. “I can’t send this letter with you.” The owl turned its head from him, spread its wings and soared into the air, back onto one of the upper perches.

Draco cursed silently, wondering what else he could do in this situation. He couldn’t find any information about Granger’s health or recommend that she go to the hospital wing to see if the child was all right. “How could I have been so stupid?” Draco wondered, walking in an unspecified direction. “Merlin, if this all ends happily, I promise that I will never do anything like that again. I will never laugh at Granger and I will never play any jokes on her,” he begged silently.

Suddenly, he realized that because of all the tension and fear, tears were streaming down his cheeks. Not wanting anyone to see him like this, he went to the first bathroom he saw. Fortunately, it wasn’t Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, because he couldn’t stand the company of that annoying ghost now. There was also no other living soul inside, so he opened the door to the first stall, sat down on the toilet, and let the tears flow quite freely. After a few minutes, he looked at his watch. It was almost six. He concluded that he would go to dinner early and wait for Granger there.

He stepped out of the stall and stood by one of the sinks. He turned on the tap and washed his face with cold water. Then he came out of the bathroom and went in the direction of the Great Hall. There were only a few students when he got there.

He sat down and began to watch the Gryffindor table. Other students started coming in to dinner, but Granger wasn’t among them. When one of his colleagues spoke to Draco, he disposed of the conversation with some monosyllabic answer and returned to his observation. Minutes passed and Granger still had not come. “I'm hopeless. I can’t do anything, not even the simplest tasks,” he began to think at some point. “I signed the death warrant on myself. I will die and, with me, so will the Malfoy name.” In his mind, he could already see the nightmares that plagued him turning into reality. He saw how he would lose his life because of Granger’s miscarriage.

Dinner was over and Granger never showed up. Once again, Draco felt the tears begin to accumulate. He realized that if he didn’t learn something about the baby today, his night would be even scarier than usual. He had to do something. So he got up from the table, walked out of the Great Hall and turned onto one of the lesser-used corridors. Tears were running down his cheeks as he looked around.

“Sparky!” he said in a weak voice, after he made sure that he was alone. Immediately, the house-elf appeared before him.

“Yes, Draco Malfoy, sir?” asked the house-elf, and he bowed.

“Go to the sixth year Gryffindor girls’ dormitory and see what Hermione Granger is doing and how her health is. It’s very important that no one but her sees you. And hurry up. I’ll be waiting here for you,” he said, his voice trembling with emotions.

“Yes, sir,” replied the elf, then he dissapparated.

At the same time, Hermione lay in bed reading a book, completely healthy and relaxed. She wanted to utilize the time she had alone in the dormitory. She knew that when Lavender and Parvati appeared, she wouldn’t be able to focus on her studies because of their gossiping and giggling.

Hermione never assumed what condition Malfoy would be in because of her plan. She knew that Malfoy cared about this child, but she didn’t know how important it was to him, so when her anger had passed, she stopped thinking about him.

Suddenly, she heard a crack and she peered out from behind her book, startled. A pair of huge, round eyes looked back at her.

“Sparky?” she asked, surprised.

“Yes ma'am.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked, smiling at the house-elf.

“My master sent me. He wanted to know how missus is feeling.”

Hermione smiled triumphantly. “Did he say anything else?”

“No missus, but he was shaking and crying. Me think he was very nervous,”

Hermione couldn’t hide her surprise. “Draco Malfoy was crying? Somehow, I don’t want to believe it.”

“Me tell the truth,” the house-elf insisted.

“Is your master crying often?” she asked out of curiosity. Somehow, she couldn’t imagine Malfoy crying and never guessed that her behavior might inspire such a reaction.

“Not now, missus. The last time me saw him cry when he was a little boy,” the house-elf explained.

Hermione felt a little remorse and concluded that Malfoy had already suffered his punishment. She had to admit that even in her wildest dreams she didn’t suppose that he would worry so much about their child.

“Tell him I was very upset because of his behavior and hence my feeling unwell, but now everything is under control and he doesn’t need to worry.” She couldn’t miss the opportunity to give Malfoy a lesson. The next time he wanted to have some fun at her expense, he would think twice. “And tell him to meet me tomorrow in the Room of Requirement at 5:30.”

“Yes ma'am,” the house-elf said, and bowed low.

“Thank you, Sparky. You can go.” She smiled at him broadly. The whole house-elf’s face beamed like the moon. Then Sparky bowed again and dissapparated with a crack.

When Sparky apparated in front of Malfoy, smiling from ear to ear, Draco was shaking and walking up and down the empty corridor. He was still unable to hold back his tears and trembling hands.

“What are you grinning for?” he angrily asked the elf, who immediately curled up into himself.

“How is Granger feeling and what is she doing?”

“The young lady was reading a book. She told Sparky to tell Draco Malfoy, sir, that everything is all right. She was just really upset because of master’s behavior and hence her being indisposed, sir, but now everything is under control and master doesn’t have to worry about it, sir. Missus also asked Sparky to tell master to meet her tomorrow at 5:30 in the Room of Requirement.”

Draco felt relief, as if a large load had fallen with a thud off his heart. His requests were answered, and his life was no longer threatened. As soon as he felt relief, it was immediately replaced with anger at Granger for causing him to experience such fear and for the fact that she dared to set up a meeting. He decided, however, that he would hide his feelings because he did not want to make her nervous again.

“Did she tell you anything else?”

“No, but she was very nice and Sparky really likes missus.”

“I didn’t ask about your opinion. Remember, don’t tell anyone where you have been today, what you did and with whom you spoke. You can go.”

The house-elf bowed and dissapparated.

Draco remained still for a moment, trying to comprehend the experiences of the past afternoon. He finally managed to put on his typical mask of indifference and moved towards the dungeons.

*****

When Hermione learned that Malfoy had cried, upset with the health of their child, she quickly realized that she had a lot of power over the Slytherin. Until now, she had felt like a puppet controlled by Malfoy in this relationship, and Hermione didn’t like it when someone directed her movements. Of course, this was an exaggeration, but Hermione noticed that she was doing everything Malfoy wanted. First, she agreed to give birth to this child and later, she agreed on this whole relationship. Hermione wasn’t accustomed to guys who used their wits to dominate and impose their will over her.

In her friendship with Harry and Ron, Hermione was the voice of reason, and calmed the questionable pursuits of her friends. She planned their adventures in order to reach their goal in the safest way. With Malfoy, it was different. It was he who planned and with the advantage of premeditated arguments, he convinced Hermione to follow in the direction that he had established the destination unknown to her. Hermione still doubted that Malfoy's sole purpose was to settle down. She believed that there was something else, but she didn’t know what. Hermione was annoyed because if she had that knowledge, she could refute all of Malfoy’s arguments and do what was best for her, not him.

Now aware of her new power, Hermione felt a lot more confident. If Malfoy could control her, then she could also control him by using the knowledge that the child was his weakness in order to get what she wanted. Comforted with these thoughts, Hermione walked toward the tapestry depicting the attempt of Barnabas the Barmy to teach trolls ballet.

When she finally got there, she walked back and forth along the blank wall, thinking of a place where Malfoy would want to spend a date with her. After the third circuit, a door appeared on the wall. Hermione opened it and stood on the threshold of the room created by Malfoy. She looked around and almost laughed. “Does Malfoy really think that he can woo me with such cheap tricks?” she wondered.

At the center of the room stood a beautiful, elegant table with two chairs in a similar style. On the table lay a snow-white tablecloth with two plate sets. The rest of the room looked just as elegant and it all gave the impression of a very upscale restaurant. Malfoy stood next to the table dressed in a very stylish and tasteful robe. He was ideally suited to the whole picture, especially since he held a single, red rose in his hand. Hermione was a romantic, so she knew how to distinguish true romanticism from the kitsch and the showy. However, she decided not to say anything about it, giving Malfoy the false hope that she was becoming more and more enamored of him thanks to his courtship.

“Hi,” he greeted her, then he gave Hermione a kiss and handed her the rose.

“You came up with all of this by yourself? I am really impressed” she replied, taking the rose from him and looking around with false admiration.

“Yes, I came up with the decor,” he said, smiling with satisfaction. “Can we sit down?” he proposed and pulled out a chair for Hermione. She smiled at him in thanks and sat down on the offered spot.

“How do you feel?” he asked when they both sat comfortably.

“Today, I feel very well, but yesterday I was really scared. It's all because of nerves. You know…my wand. When you went to class, leaving me alone in the hallway, I was really annoyed that I would be late. As you can see, it was enough. Fortunately, I just lay down for a while and the aches subsided. Then, just to make sure, I stayed in bed for the rest of the day and now I feel reborn.”

“You haven’t seen Madam Pomfrey?” he asked with concern in his voice.

“No. She still doesn’t know about my pregnancy and I was too afraid to go to her and explain everything. Besides, it wouldn’t have happened if not for that incident with my wand.”

“It wasn’t my fault!” Draco said, irritated. “If you hadn’t splashed me with water, I wouldn’t have done that.”

“And how was I supposed to know why you took my bag. I had to defend myself. And I could have used worse spells!”

“We need to find a way to schedule appointments with each other without arousing anyone's suspicions.” He changed the topic, not wanting to apologize to her for what he did. “Anyway, you have to go to Madam Pomfrey. You should be provided with medical care during your pregnancy.”

“I know. But it's not that easy to go to her and tell her about my condition. Besides, so far everything has been fine. I casted a few diagnostic spells on myself and they showed nothing out of the ordinary. Yesterday’s incident was just from being distressed,” she ended, hoping that the boy would feel even guiltier and stop insisting on her going to Madam Pomfrey.

“Quit this subject already. It won’t happen again and you will go to Madam Pomfrey.”

“I was planning to go; I just have to gather the courage. It’s so easy for you to tell me to go. What will she think of me when I won’t be able to identify the father of my child?”

“She'll think that you entertained the whole of Gryffindor,” he laughed, but immediately realized his mistake when he looked at her face. After all, he had to convince her to go on this visit, not discourage her. “Don’t worry. It won’t be so bad,” he added after a moment, trying to fix his mistake. “Sparky!” he called and house-elf appeared immediately at their table. “Bring us dinner,” he ordered. The house-elf disapparated and Hermione looked at Draco angrily. “What? The Room of Requirement can’t conjure food.”

“I asked you to be nicer to him.” Draco didn’t have time to answer, because the house-elf appeared again, this time bringing a roast with him.

Without a word Sparky began to put the food on the plates.

When putting the roast on Hermione’s plate, Sparky chose all the better pieces of meat.

“Is this enough, missus?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you,” she said and smiled broadly. The house-elf returned her smile and began to place a portion of roast lamb on Malfoy’s plate. This time, however, he didn’t pay any attention to which pieces he put on the platter; one could even get the impression that he chose the parts that looked the least tasty.

“Enough,” Draco said to the house-elf. Hermione looked pointedly at the boy. “Thank you,” he added reluctantly.

“Did you already start that essay for Transfiguration?” Hermione asked while Sparky placed more food on their plates.

“No, I haven’t started yet. I think it's stupid that, after almost six years, we have to write about transfiguring a watch into a bouquet of flowers. That isn’t very useful.”

“I don’t agree with you,” she answered, while Sparky put glasses of juice before them. “This is not about transfiguring a watch into other complex objects. It's all about the principle theory: if you learn this spell, you will easily master other spells of this kind,” she explained, then cut a piece of roast and put it into her mouth.

“I still don’t see the reason why this spell would be useful.”

“Maybe it's because you haven’t started your essay yet.”

“Never mind,” he ended the subject, annoyed. Why did she always have to argue with him about everything? “Maybe we should talk about something we have similar opinions on?” At this point, there was silence, because they both began to think about the topics that they wouldn’t argue about. Although Draco didn’t mind bickering with Hermione because he felt it was the natural state of relations between the two of them, he concluded that the constant arguing wouldn’t help him woo and manipulate her. He was with her just to make it easier for him to control her and keep an eye on her.

“I don’t know you well enough to know what topic we have similar opinions on. Maybe we could play a game that would allow us to understand each other better?” she proposed shyly after a while.

“Are you insane? Do you really think that some kind of childish game will help us? It doesn’t make any sense,” he protested. There was silence again, because neither of them had any idea what else to talk about. To do something with the awkward silence, both of them focused on their food. Now, only the sound of cutlery hitting the plates could be heard.

“Would you like to dance?” Draco asked, when they both finished their meal and romantic music resounded around them. He stood up, walked over to Hermione and stretched out his hand to her. She grabbed it and also got up from her chair. Draco took Hermione by the waist while she put her hands on his shoulders. Then, they both started to move to the rhythm of the slow love song.

“I wouldn’t have expected such romanticism from you, Malfoy,” she said after a while, with a hint of mockery in her voice. She came to the conclusion that she could no longer stand the pretense that she was impressed with the Slytherin’s efforts.

“Do you always have to ruin everything?” he asked, stopping mid-step.

“Tell me, honestly, that this dinner and the dancing are the real you,” she answered. “I want to get to know you. I don’t need all this cheap romance. You're not in love with me and I'm not in love with you. What’s with this sham?”

“I wanted you to like it, but as usual you have your criticisms!” he said, irritated.

“I would just prefer to know what your ideal date is.”

“Do you really want to find out?” he asked as a devious smile appeared on his face.

“Yes.”

“You asked for it,” he said, then suddenly all the decor in the Room of Requirement vanished and a huge bed appeared instead. Hermione looked around, but before she could protest, Draco covered her mouth with his. He led them to the bed, still kissing her. Hermione wanted to say something to stop him, but his mouth somehow made her lose all her strength to do it. Perhaps he was a nasty and arrogant Slytherin, but he sure could kiss and she had to admit to herself that she really didn’t want to stop, at least not yet. Suddenly, she felt the back of her legs touch the bed and a moment later, she lay on a soft mattress with Malfoy on top of her.

“That's not what I meant,” she blurted out when he released her mouth to start kissing her neck.

“If not this, then what?” he asked between successive kisses.

“Do you really like just sex and Quidditch?” she asked, while at the same time trying, with much difficulty, to refrain from sounding out how much she liked what he was doing to her neck.

“No,” he explained. “But right now, I would like to focus on sex. This is my ideal date,” he added, and his hand went under her blouse, stopping on her bra. Draco began to caress her breast through the thin material and Hermione moaned softly. Because of the thrill of excitement flooding her, she was no longer able to hold back. Everything influenced her: his smell, his kisses, his hand touching her breasts and his hard manhood thrusting against her. Draco took advantage of her moment of distraction and when she arched her back, he immediately reached out underneath her and undid her bra. When she fell back, he brought his hand to her chest, but this time in order to move her loosened bra.

Realizing what was happening, Hermione cursed to herself for this weakness. She couldn’t tell him to stop, because it was too pleasant. She was glad that she was still wearing a shirt, because she didn’t feel ready to let him look at her naked body. While she was thinking about it, she felt his hand touch her breast without the barrier of material. His thumb gently stroked her nipple so that it became harder. Then his other hand moved to her other breast and began to do exactly the same thing.

Draco noticed that her breasts were tender to the touch and their size was a little bigger than his palm. Draco was feeling very good, even more so when he looked at her face, which expressed delight and bliss. “I'm awesome. No girl can remain indifferent to me,” he thought to himself. He loved to bring girls into such a state. But he knew that Hermione was different than all the girls so far, and he realized that she could sober up in a second and ask him to stop. To implement his plan, he couldn’t let that happen.

Although touching her breasts pleased him, and even though he wanted nothing more at that moment than to raise her blouse to feel and taste her hardened nipples in his mouth, he knew that he had to stop. He needed sex, but there was something more to achieve. He focused all of his willpower, imagining Granger begging him not to stop, and he slowly pulled his hands from her body and out of her T-shirt. He knew that he was close to his goal, because she looked at him with surprise and disappointment.

“You said that you are not ready, and I don’t want to rush you,” he explained. “I shouldn’t have gone that far.”

“Yeah, right,” she agreed and her face flushed. She would never admit to him that she really hadn’t wanted to stop so soon. “Damn Malfoy. How could he do this to me? It would be better for him not to begin in the first place,” she thought. “I think I should go to my dormitory,” she said, trying to hide her embarrassment. How could she allow Malfoy to stop things? She was supposed to be the one who said no.

“Ok,” he said, getting up from the bed. “Just be sure to go to Madam Pomfrey.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” she said, annoyed, and got up from the bed. Then she hooked the clasp of her bra without lifting her shirt. “And you should remember not to make such jokes like the one yesterday,” she added, straightening the rest of her outfit.

“Apparently, someone needs to tell you what to do, since you won’t do it without a command. I have promised that I won’t do such things and I intend to keep my word.” He was absolutely calm when he said this, since he knew that she was being aggressive because of her frustration. His plan was working and Draco was now in a very good mood. Soon, she would be on her knees, begging him to shag her. Right now, however, she looked at him angrily and then left the room, slamming the door behind her.

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Blood traitor