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Chapter Four

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When she woke there was a knock at her door.

"Come in." She said lazily. The door opened and a house elf stumbled in. "Oh!"

"I is Luwin Miss. I is the house elf of the Malfoy's. Young Mr Malfoy wishes you to join him for a late breakfast. He is in the small dining room. Here are some clothes Miss. Mr Malfoy says you might like them." Said the small house elf who slightly resembled Dobby, the same glassy eyes, cheeky smile and ears but with a sailors cap on (He had obviously found it because Hermione knew if it had been given to him he would not be here.). Hermione thought he was quite cute.

"Thank you."

"And Miss the Dark Lord says you and Mr Malfoy must not go on any Death Eater missions yet. He wants Mr Malfoy and yourself to become friends. So he can trust you. That is all." Said Luwin, waiting to be excused.

"Thank you very much... Luwin, you may leave." Hermione looked at the clothes Draco had sent up to her. There was a green and silver summer dress with a short black cloak to wear on top and a pair of green pumps for shoes. She got changed, brushed her hair with the brush on the dresser of her room and went out of the room. Then a familiar squeaky voice addressed her.

"Hello Miss. Mr Malfoy says to meet him in the gardens. That is all."

"Thank you Luwin." Hermione walked down a very grand staircase, thorough a few halls and after fifteen minutes found the gardens. A small summer table had been set up and breakfast lay upon it. Draco Malfoy sat at one end. When he saw Hermione he stood up and pulled the chair out for her.

"Morning Hermione, you look stunning." He said as he tucked her chair in and returned to his seat. Hermione blushed. She had her hair down and the dress was strapless, elegant. It defined her figure wonderfully but was oh so slightly Slytherinish.

"Thank you. Luwin told me that we were to become... friends before going on any missions for the Dark Lord. Why?"

"Because he wants to know if he can trust you. I mean you can't blame him, you were Potters girlfriend. And they know your missing. They think you have run off, you know to be alone for a bit. They also know we have a new Death Eater but they don't suspect that it is you."

"Oh. Well at least they aren't looking for me. Yum scrambled eggs, my favourite." Hermione tucked into her food while Draco laughed. Once she had finished her food (in five minutes flat) he made her an offer.

"Shall I teach you to play Quidddich? Or Quaffel ball?"

"Well I can't ride a broom. Quaffel ball, but I know how to play." Draco grabbed the ball and chucked it at Hermione. After a few tackles and scores Draco and Hermione were unnaturally close, he moved in closer and put his hands on her waist she held the tops of his arms their lips moments away from touching. This is it... I'm about to kiss Draco Malfoy. She thought. Closer and closer still just as their lips started to touch Bellatrix walked into the garden. Hermione and Draco broke apart.

"Aunt Bellatrix."

"Draco. Getting cosy with the mudblood are we?" she mocked. Draco blushed.

"And what is that to you aunt Bellatrix. If you don't mind Hermione and I are trying to have a pleasant breakfast but that seems to be hard as a very unpleasant someone is hanging around."

"Don't you talk to me like that."

"Oh listen... I think I can hear the Dark Lord calling you. Good bye." Bellatrix gave Draco a nasty look and then apparated away. "Where were we?" he said as he turned to Hermione.

"Just about..." she stepped closer to him, their lips almost touching. "Here." She whispered as he pulled her into a kiss. He tasted like spear mint, fresh and tingly. He ran his fingers through her hair and slid his hands down to her waist and pulled her in closer still. She ran her fingers through his platinum blonde hair. Suddenly a picture of Harry flashed in her mind. She stopped and pulled away, tears welling in her eyes.

"Whats wrong?" Draco asked. She stared at him watery eyed and he understood. "Harry." She nodded. "It's ok."

"No it isn't I'm not with Harry anymore. I shouldn't think about him... I'm sorry I spoiled the moment."

"No, seriously, its fine. I have to go help mother. See you later Hermione." He kissed her cheek and walked off.

Hermione spent the rest of the day in the Malfoy's extensive library. Thousands of books ranging from simple spells to the Dark Arts. She decided not to go to dinner to avoid mocking and went up to her room. She shut the window to block out the thunder and rain in the background. By the time it was midnight she was still awake. Thinking of Harry, of the hurt she must have caused him, leaving suddenly for almost no apparent reason but she was angry at him. Hours before she had stormed out she could have sworn she had heard Harry telling Ginny he loved her. She was probably being stupid, she didn't even hear the rest of the conversation but she was angry. The lighting kept her awake and she wanted to go to sleep. Staying awake meant she was forced to think about Harry. In the end she got up and walked out of her room. After five minutes of walking down long corridors she came to a white door, she knocked several times.