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The Secret of the Dragon	By : GrangerDanger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Draco stood back, admiring his work on his section of the castle. He was grateful that Snape had chosen not to join in assisting him today. The section was rather easy to repair when compared to the rest of the castle, and Draco knew just what to do with the rest of his time today. He stealthily made his way acrosss the castle, planning to gather more information about the mudblood's little fling with the professor. Draco wouldn't have pegged Granger as a slag. Quite the opposite, actually, granted he never gave it much thought. He'd had the displeasure of sharing far too many classes with the insufferable know-it-all and found himself more annoyed by her with each passing year.

At least I'm not a cowering little weasel, he heard her voice say in his head.

He did believe that is exactly what she would say. Thinking upon it, he was sure that she had said it a time or two. Cowering, as he had all his life. Cowering, as he had during the war.

He'd noticed the change in her after the war...after the death of her precious weasel. He couldn't say he was overjoyed with the weasel's death, or with any deaths of his classmates for that matter. No...but he had survived, as was the goal--he wouldn't shed tears for the losses. They fought because they wanted to fight and died because they knew the risks, which was more of a choice than he ever got.

Chosen, he thought, and scoffed aloud.

He'd never made his own decisions or set his own path. He despised his own father and mother for that, but he despised them for many things that he would never speak of. Things that only the house elves, and the pair rotting in Azkaban, were aware of. He had wondered, when they were sent off, if the dementors would even have any happiness to feed from.

Lost in his thoughts, he turned the corner to Hermione's section just in time to see her leaving with the professor.

Interesting, little mudblood.

It was obvious that they had finished their work. Just exactly how they planned to celebrate, Draco intended to find out. A drink? A snogging? He hoped that he would gain just what he needed to keep the mudblood in her place. She was already the center of enough attention, as was he. He took pleasure in knowing that at least he wasn't pitied, as she was. Still, he knew that if the little Gryffindor was found with a man so soon after the passing of the weasel, the pity of the masses would soon turn to contempt. He knew she wouldn't want that to happen. She would do anything to keep her reputation, as it was seemingly the only thing she had left.

He silently crept down the long corridors, clinging to the shadows and remaining out of sight. It was early yet, and he wished he had more cover, but he would make do. After some time, Draco saw the professor open a door and escort the young witch into the room. He'd never seen this room, but assumed it must be the new professor's office. That, or his bedchambers.

As much distaste as Draco held for her, he doubted the witch would jump into a strangers bed so easily, but grief did cause people to do strange things. He'd seen plenty to know. Waiting for the door to close behind the two, Draco advanced, knowing the perfect charm. With a near silent incantation and skillful wave of his wand, a small, undetectable hole appeared in the door. He peaked through, running through his mind for a spell to allow him to hear what was being said within the room.

Deciding that all such spells were likely to get him caught, Draco settled in and watched the scene unfold before him. It had only been a matter of minutes when the mudblood started backing towards the door, and Draco gave a knowing smirk. While snakes could be charming, lions were always wary. Realizing his vulnerable position, Draco made a move to stand, just as he realized something had captured her attention once again. They were talking, and she was walking further into the snake pit.

Draco resituated himself, finding it rather odd that the witch had taken a seat and accepted a glass of wine. And even more so that she had seemingly relaxed. He knew more than anyone that snakes, when tempted, often bite, and he had no doubts that this professor was tempted. What exactly he was playing at, he was less sure.

Throughout their conversation, the professor had made no moves to touch the young witch, leaving Draco quite perplexed. It was only upon the young witches second glass of wine that the truth was revealed. The witch was focused on the hand that was pouring her wine, such that she hadn't realized that the other had produced a wand. Small wisps of crimson smoke extended from the wand, circling the young witches head, the tendrils finding their way into her nostrils.

It was obvious, even from afar that she had become disoriented, which Draco knew was the intent of the professor as soon as the wand was produced. He could tell she was putting up a fight at the professors advances. That is, until she lost consciousness.

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Hermione awoke on the sofa of her common room, feeling quite dreadful and disoriented. She tried to sit up, but slumped back into her previous position. Her head pounded and her stomach writhed. She closed her eyes, attempting to gain composure, when it all started coming back to her.

The professor...touching me...I tried to...but he...

The more she tried to reconcile what had happened, the more confused she became. Why would she be lying on the sofa of the common room if such an event had occurred? Furthermore, wouldn't she have known if the professor had put something in her drink? She had paid careful attention to him pouring it, for she was always leery around snakes. She continued to search within her mind for an explanation.

Hermione vaguely remembered Draco pouring her drinks in the early hours of the morning and how she had accepted them all. That, she was certain was real.

As Hermione attempted to piece together a reasonable answer, she decided that the event with the professor must have simply been one of her many nightmares. Its unusual nature could perhaps be attributed to the firewhiskey. She looked to the table to see a plate of assorted breakfast pastries and a small vial with a note attached.

"Drink this. You will feel better. Then, eat and get to work. I wont have you making us look incompetent."

**Author's Comments**
Finished just in time for today! What would you guys like to see happen, out of curiosity?
Dragon_Maiden: I do enjoy surprises!!!
Talented_Mrs_Lupin: Did he rape her? Did he not? What happened??? Ahhh
Koi & Anon: I hope you are enjoying the story :)
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