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Chapter 4

Hermione woke up. Her eye lids were still closed and she didn't want to open them fearing that she was really under the torturing hand of Bellatrix Lestrange. Surprisingly, her dreams had not been filled with dread and memories. She'd slept a peaceful and restful sleep. She suspected it had something to do with her mysterious rescuer.

Under her body she could feel smooth, silk sheets and her cheek was resting on a soft pillow. She vaguely remembered being moved from the drawing room to what she now suspected was a bedroom. Light flooded through her eye lids. Slowly, still fearing for her safety, she opened her eyes. Apparently more time had passed than she'd initially thought. It was morning.

Light was streaming through windows similar to the ones in the drawing room. The curtains were open and she could see outside. The room overlooked Malfoy Manor's gorgeous back garden.

Looking around she noticed she was lying on an ornamented, wooden four poster bed, complete with drapes and carved headboard. It would have been perfect if she had not seen the person sitting on a chair placed across from the bed.

Lucius Malfoy was sitting in it contently, watching her and when he saw her stir and awaken he smiled. It was not an expression she was used to seeing on his face.

"Ah, Miss Granger, you're finally awake," he said, still keeping the smile on his face, and stood from the chair in favour of sitting on the bed next to her. He appeared genuinely glad to see that she was not hurt. "How are you feeling? I am terribly sorry about yesterday. I should not have let you run away from the ballroom like that. It was foolish and careless. This Manor is still a dangerous place, especially for a person with memories like yours. You could have been gravely injured and I am so glad I found you in time."

She was stunned. Never in her entire life had she heard him sound so caring, so sincere. It was as if he really cared about her. And for a minute she almost believed it. But then the prejudice reared his ugly head and something inside her snapped. She knew he didn't deserve it and that he was just trying to help her, but she simply could not let herself trust him. It wasn't rational, but it was what it was.

"Do you think I believe in even a word you said now, Malfoy?" She spat at him angrily. It was as if all the realizations she had come to during her trip to the drawing room, had suddenly disappeared. "This... game... you are playing I know all too well. Your care and attention, presents, gestures, words; they all lead to one thing: you shagging and leaving me. I am just a source of entertainment for you. What were you hoping now – that I'd be so grateful for the rescue that I'd sleep with you? Well you are no Prince Charming, I'm not a damsel in distress and this is not a cheesy fairytale. This is real life and I – hate – you!"

Lucius just looked at her seeming a bit dumbfounded by her angry rant.

That's when she realised that she was no longer wearing her gown. Instead she was dressed in a simple and not too revealing night gown. Now it was her turn to be baffled.

"How… how did I get into this?" She mumbled and then the angry look into her eyes returned, the fury once again directed at Lucius. "If you put your dirty hands on me Malfoy I swear I'm going to…."

"I didn't touch you," he said, his face looking impassive as if he was trying to gain his composure and not inflame her rage more. "Even though you think the worst of me I was raised a gentleman. Touching a lady without her permission is not very polite. I used magic to dress you. I didn't want to transfigure your dress - it was too beautiful for me to ruin it – so I transfigured an old shirt I found. Your dress is in the closet."

But Hermione's rage kept her blind to the honesty quietly concealed in his voice. She could not sense the emotional undertone, the awe with which he talked about the beauty of her dress and masked in his words about her own beauty.

"You are a dirty – filthy – disgusting liar!" She shouted from the top of her lungs. "I... I'm getting out of here..."

In a matter of seconds her feet made contact with the floor and she bolted for the small table where she saw her wand and purse lay.

However Lucius was faster than her. At length he rose from the bed and grabbed her forearm turning her to him. Her body was flush against his and in his eyes she could see the anger he so hard tried to conceal sparkling in them.

"You dare to talk to me like that in my own house? Insolent little girl!" His words were dripping with menace, his voice barely an angry whisper. "I'm fed up with your attitude and your prejudice. It seems that not everyone learned something from the war. And if you want to see that side of me – you will."

His hand moved upwards towards her face and as he slowly and gently moved it across her cheek she saw that smirk that was just a faint memory from her past. Haughty arrogance filled his expression and the hand against her face was no longer gentle. He gripped her chin tightly between his fingers moving his thumb across her bottom lip. She opened her mouth to protest, but instead a gasp came out.

"Such beauty... such fire..." Lucius drawled - the smirk still present on his face.

He was studying her face intently.

"You do not believe my words, so perhaps I should succumb to yours... perhaps I should be just as you want me..." He said and with that he crashed his lips onto hers harshly.

For a moment Hermione was in shock. The only thing she could feel were his lips gliding against hers and she involuntarily gasped. That allowed Lucius the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth. It glided against hers and for a moment it she felt herself responding to the kiss. It felt wonderful and he was doing sinful things to her mouth.

But then she remembered who he was... what he was and tried pulling back. When he didn't let her, her palm made contact with his face – hard!

The slap resounded in the otherwise silent room. Lucius' lips had left Hermione's and he was staring blankly at her, rubbing his hand against the side of his face lightly.

Hermione's face was filled with dread. She had just slapped on of the most notorious dark wizards of her age. She was no longer feeling angry, she was scared.

"I'll just..." she stammered, her bottom lip quivering.

Lucius wasn't saying anything, but his fists were balled at his sides now and it seemed like he was trying not to hit her – with his fist or with a spell. So she did the only thing that seemed logical. Walking backwards, her eyes not leaving his face, she grabbed her wand and purse. Then she ran out the door and down the stairs as fast as she could, turning her head every couple of steps to make sure he wasn't following her.

Despite the confusion in finding the exit last night, today she reached the front door in a matter of minutes. There was no trace of the man who had greeted her the previous evening and she breathed out a sigh of relief. The less contact she had with people now – the better. She needed time to compose herself.

Once in the gardens in front of the Manor she doubled her speed and reached the gate in record time. Clutching her wand desperately she Disapparated home. As she landed in her living room she remembered that she was still wearing the nightgown Lucius had transfigured for her and ran into the bedroom. Her purse landed on the night table along with her wand and she pulled a pyjama shirt out of her closet. She quickly replaced the nightgown with it and threw herself on the bed, dissolving into tears.

Her brain was working erratically and she could not think straight. All she knew was that she had just hit one of the persons she hated most... after he had kissed her...

"And I liked it... a lot... " She said into the silent room as realisation dawned on her.

She was really quite taken with Lucius Malfoy!

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