Hermione was a terrible liar. She lied about her boyfriend. She lied about him abusing her. She didn't know how it started. She just wanted it to end. But..she didn't know how.
::Flashback::
It all started one foggy autumn day. Draco had been keeping his secret, slowly developing passion for Hermione a secret for far too long. FAR TOO LONG. So.. One foggy autumn day, when fate took its course and found them both walking along the lake side, instinct prodded at Draco to make a move.
She was staring wistfully out onto the vast lake. She didn't seem to know he was there, and Draco took that opportunity to stare at his obsession. Hermione looked breathtaking. Her hair was blowing gracefully behind her in the wind, as her day dreaming eyes scanned the area around her. Soon Hermione realized she was not alone, and that someone was silently watching her.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione hissed, seeing that it was Draco.
"I'd ask the same thing to you, mudblood." Draco commented viciously. This was not the way he had wanted things to go– But he had an instinct, a distinct instinct that told him to insult her, even though every bone in his body ached with guilt after he called her a mudblood.
"Well that's none of your business, is it, Malfoy?" Hermione snapped, turning and beginning to walk quickly back to Hogwarts. Watching her walk away was the hardest thing he could do. But he didn't know how to stop her. Didn't know how to make her his.
It was the talk of the school– Granger loved Potter, that scrawny little scarhead with the overly-large glasses and the unattractively messy hair. Well, Draco thought, turning and quickly following Hermione, we'll just have to change that.
And with that last thought, he quickly marched back to the castle, glancing at Hermione for a moment before disappearing behind the front doors.
~~
When Draco was in the solitude of his own dorm; lying on his bed with his arms behind his head; he questioned himself as to how he had grown to obsess over..well. Granger. He didn't know when he realized that she wasn't the same old bookwormish, bushy-haired, buck toothed bever, but a clever, witty, extremely beautiful witch. And the thought of how he could never have her tormented him. But he would have her, she would be his.
But of course, things wouldn't be that easy for Draco to just romantically woo Hermione. Because many others in Hogwarts had also come to the realization that Hermione had changed. Despite this fact, Draco knew that he had the necessary attributes to win Hermione over. He could be sweet and charming, when need be. And so, in his mind, Draco formulated a plan to win Hermione over. He would simply, tell her he needed her help on some homework. He, being a Malfoy, knew, that a woman could never refuse a man in need.
But how to go forward with his plan? Hermione was well protected, at most times, by Potter, and that red haired oaf, Weasley. He may hate them, but he had to admit that they, with their forces joined, were enough to knock him out. He had a speculation that somehow, if Draco waltzed up to Granger and friends with Crabbe and Goyle and had them body slam Potter and Weasley, it wouldn't sit too well with Granger. Oh, what to do, what to do?
Then a thought occurred. He would meet her 'unexpectedly' during her library time. Draco knew for a fact that Hermione's body guards would not dare to join during her studying time. She was pure homework. Which made a perfect time for Draco Malfoy to talk to her.
~~
She was sitting in the back corner of the library, hunched over a rather large book, eyes scanning across the page. Draco's breathe caught in his throat as he stood still, taking in her beauty. She was absolutely stunning, and Draco had to compose himself before he could remember what he was going to say. Come on, you can do this, Draco thought, just go up to her.
"Hey Her... Granger" Draco managed to say while plopping a seat across from Hermione.
"What is it this time Malfoy?" Hermione sighed without looking up from her notes.
"Well, you see, I was hoping to ask you a favor." Draco smirked.
At this Hermione looked up, suspicion in her eyes.
"Really Malfoy, well then, how may I help you?" Hermione replied sarcastically.
"Well," Malfoy started "I kind of..needed some help on my transfiguration homework, and I was thinking, since you're the top of the class..that maybe you could tutor me for a while?"
Hermione shook her head of golden brown locks side to side before replying.
"Malfoy, I really don't think it quite wise if everyone knew I'd be tutoring you. I mean, what would happen to your reputation? God no if someone saw you."
"I'm more worried about my grades, Granger." Draco replied nastily. "I know you think that I'm a full of myself, arrogant smart Alec that doesn't care about anyone but myself, but I DO care about my grades just as much as YOU do. How do you think I get all of my good grades? Snape's the only teacher that likes me."
Hermione seemed taken aback by his comments, and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Well, what's in it for me anyways? I don't feel like helping just because I want to. Things just don't work that way for me."
"You'd be helping me get better grades."
Silence.
"You'd be helping me achieve more in life."
Silence.
"You'd be getting 20 extra points on your end of the year exams for helping students pass their classes."
"Well then, when should we meet for the tutoring session?" Hermione replied quickly.
Draco smirked inwardly. He didn't want to lie to her, but it was the only way to be near her, and he would do anything for that.
~~
They met frequently during the school week, about 3 or 4 times. Draco had to constantly act like he didn't know a thing of transfiguration, just so he could spend extra time with her. As time progressed, he would act slowly nicer and nicer to her.
~~
It was 6:07 and already past the time for Draco and Hermione's study session in the library. Draco tapped his fingers on the table, impatiently looking at the doors for when she would walk through.
Where is she?! Draco wondered angerly. I really don't like waiting. There better be some logical....
And at that moment, Draco saw that on the other side of the library, Hermione, his Hermione, and Potter were sharing quite an intimate kiss at the front of the doors. When they finally broke apart, Harry looked at her tenderly before departing to meet up with Ron.
Great, now she's walking over here, like everythings fine, WELL IT'S NOT. And she has some sort of glow in her eyes. That better not be love. It better NOT. Because she wasn't meant with Potter. She is meant to be with me!
Draco was livid. Absolutely livid. He was silently shaking with steamed anger as Hermione made herself comfy on a chair across from him. A silly little lopsided smile playing across her lips.
"So. What are we planning on studyi.... Ohh!"
Draco jumped up and grabbed her wrists forcefully. He couldn't take it. She was acting all happy like she was in love. HA. Love shouldn't exist between her and Potter. It's just.. Not meant to be. AT ALL.
"What are you doing with him?" Draco spat. He couldn't help it. He was blinded by a furious anger. All of this planning. All of this biding his time, for what? To have my obsession be taken out of my grasp? Well I don't think so!!
"Malfoy! What are you doing? What are you talking abou... OW. That hurts Malfoy. Knock it off!"
But Draco wouldn't listen to her petty complaints.
"I said, WHAT are YOU doing with POTTER??"
"Wh.. What are you talking about?" Hermione whimpered "He's my boyfriend.. But.. OW! ... I don't' see how it has anything to do with you."
Draco tightened his grip on Hermione's wrists, making her wimper in pain. He knew there were already bruises.
"Malf.. Draco please... please just...... .."
But Draco Malfoy didn't have time to here her finish. Because once he heard her say his name, his first name, he couldn't control his feelings anymore. He kissed her. He kissed her hard. And he couldn't help it.
::Flashback::
It all started one foggy autumn day. Draco had been keeping his secret, slowly developing passion for Hermione a secret for far too long. FAR TOO LONG. So.. One foggy autumn day, when fate took its course and found them both walking along the lake side, instinct prodded at Draco to make a move.
She was staring wistfully out onto the vast lake. She didn't seem to know he was there, and Draco took that opportunity to stare at his obsession. Hermione looked breathtaking. Her hair was blowing gracefully behind her in the wind, as her day dreaming eyes scanned the area around her. Soon Hermione realized she was not alone, and that someone was silently watching her.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione hissed, seeing that it was Draco.
"I'd ask the same thing to you, mudblood." Draco commented viciously. This was not the way he had wanted things to go– But he had an instinct, a distinct instinct that told him to insult her, even though every bone in his body ached with guilt after he called her a mudblood.
"Well that's none of your business, is it, Malfoy?" Hermione snapped, turning and beginning to walk quickly back to Hogwarts. Watching her walk away was the hardest thing he could do. But he didn't know how to stop her. Didn't know how to make her his.
It was the talk of the school– Granger loved Potter, that scrawny little scarhead with the overly-large glasses and the unattractively messy hair. Well, Draco thought, turning and quickly following Hermione, we'll just have to change that.
And with that last thought, he quickly marched back to the castle, glancing at Hermione for a moment before disappearing behind the front doors.
~~
When Draco was in the solitude of his own dorm; lying on his bed with his arms behind his head; he questioned himself as to how he had grown to obsess over..well. Granger. He didn't know when he realized that she wasn't the same old bookwormish, bushy-haired, buck toothed bever, but a clever, witty, extremely beautiful witch. And the thought of how he could never have her tormented him. But he would have her, she would be his.
But of course, things wouldn't be that easy for Draco to just romantically woo Hermione. Because many others in Hogwarts had also come to the realization that Hermione had changed. Despite this fact, Draco knew that he had the necessary attributes to win Hermione over. He could be sweet and charming, when need be. And so, in his mind, Draco formulated a plan to win Hermione over. He would simply, tell her he needed her help on some homework. He, being a Malfoy, knew, that a woman could never refuse a man in need.
But how to go forward with his plan? Hermione was well protected, at most times, by Potter, and that red haired oaf, Weasley. He may hate them, but he had to admit that they, with their forces joined, were enough to knock him out. He had a speculation that somehow, if Draco waltzed up to Granger and friends with Crabbe and Goyle and had them body slam Potter and Weasley, it wouldn't sit too well with Granger. Oh, what to do, what to do?
Then a thought occurred. He would meet her 'unexpectedly' during her library time. Draco knew for a fact that Hermione's body guards would not dare to join during her studying time. She was pure homework. Which made a perfect time for Draco Malfoy to talk to her.
~~
She was sitting in the back corner of the library, hunched over a rather large book, eyes scanning across the page. Draco's breathe caught in his throat as he stood still, taking in her beauty. She was absolutely stunning, and Draco had to compose himself before he could remember what he was going to say. Come on, you can do this, Draco thought, just go up to her.
"Hey Her... Granger" Draco managed to say while plopping a seat across from Hermione.
"What is it this time Malfoy?" Hermione sighed without looking up from her notes.
"Well, you see, I was hoping to ask you a favor." Draco smirked.
At this Hermione looked up, suspicion in her eyes.
"Really Malfoy, well then, how may I help you?" Hermione replied sarcastically.
"Well," Malfoy started "I kind of..needed some help on my transfiguration homework, and I was thinking, since you're the top of the class..that maybe you could tutor me for a while?"
Hermione shook her head of golden brown locks side to side before replying.
"Malfoy, I really don't think it quite wise if everyone knew I'd be tutoring you. I mean, what would happen to your reputation? God no if someone saw you."
"I'm more worried about my grades, Granger." Draco replied nastily. "I know you think that I'm a full of myself, arrogant smart Alec that doesn't care about anyone but myself, but I DO care about my grades just as much as YOU do. How do you think I get all of my good grades? Snape's the only teacher that likes me."
Hermione seemed taken aback by his comments, and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Well, what's in it for me anyways? I don't feel like helping just because I want to. Things just don't work that way for me."
"You'd be helping me get better grades."
Silence.
"You'd be helping me achieve more in life."
Silence.
"You'd be getting 20 extra points on your end of the year exams for helping students pass their classes."
"Well then, when should we meet for the tutoring session?" Hermione replied quickly.
Draco smirked inwardly. He didn't want to lie to her, but it was the only way to be near her, and he would do anything for that.
~~
They met frequently during the school week, about 3 or 4 times. Draco had to constantly act like he didn't know a thing of transfiguration, just so he could spend extra time with her. As time progressed, he would act slowly nicer and nicer to her.
~~
It was 6:07 and already past the time for Draco and Hermione's study session in the library. Draco tapped his fingers on the table, impatiently looking at the doors for when she would walk through.
Where is she?! Draco wondered angerly. I really don't like waiting. There better be some logical....
And at that moment, Draco saw that on the other side of the library, Hermione, his Hermione, and Potter were sharing quite an intimate kiss at the front of the doors. When they finally broke apart, Harry looked at her tenderly before departing to meet up with Ron.
Great, now she's walking over here, like everythings fine, WELL IT'S NOT. And she has some sort of glow in her eyes. That better not be love. It better NOT. Because she wasn't meant with Potter. She is meant to be with me!
Draco was livid. Absolutely livid. He was silently shaking with steamed anger as Hermione made herself comfy on a chair across from him. A silly little lopsided smile playing across her lips.
"So. What are we planning on studyi.... Ohh!"
Draco jumped up and grabbed her wrists forcefully. He couldn't take it. She was acting all happy like she was in love. HA. Love shouldn't exist between her and Potter. It's just.. Not meant to be. AT ALL.
"What are you doing with him?" Draco spat. He couldn't help it. He was blinded by a furious anger. All of this planning. All of this biding his time, for what? To have my obsession be taken out of my grasp? Well I don't think so!!
"Malfoy! What are you doing? What are you talking abou... OW. That hurts Malfoy. Knock it off!"
But Draco wouldn't listen to her petty complaints.
"I said, WHAT are YOU doing with POTTER??"
"Wh.. What are you talking about?" Hermione whimpered "He's my boyfriend.. But.. OW! ... I don't' see how it has anything to do with you."
Draco tightened his grip on Hermione's wrists, making her wimper in pain. He knew there were already bruises.
"Malf.. Draco please... please just...... .."
But Draco Malfoy didn't have time to here her finish. Because once he heard her say his name, his first name, he couldn't control his feelings anymore. He kissed her. He kissed her hard. And he couldn't help it.