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AN: I know you are all wondering what happened to Hermoine during the summer but it would ruin the story if I told straight away. So, sit back and read, because I will reveal it all in good time. Here is a big clue. Oh and there have been some changes to chapter 5 so re read before reading this one.

Curiosity

Hermoine's Dream/ Flashback

She shuddered as she entered the room, Hermoine had never liked it. The room was damp and had mildew in the corner. The roof had cracked from water damage and the carpet had stains from whoever knows what. It was the furthest room away from anything at the Leaky Cauldron, it had no windows and one door. The only light that would fill the room was that of a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. The bed was sunken in the middle and there was a small table and chairs in the corner, one chair was missing a leg. This is where he sat.

"Your late, I don't like to be kept waiting." He bellowed. He stepped forward into the light where she now stood. She could feel his cold grey eyes bore into her. He grabbed her arms painfully, she winced ever so slightly, trying not to show him her pain.

"I expect you to be on here on time, next time." He said softer but still with a degree of angry. He let go of her, before rubbing his forehead. She had to resist the urge to rub her arms, she could show no weakness in front of him. She knew there would be bruises, which she could easily hide with a concealing spell.

"Ok, since now that we have that sorted, we can get down to business," he said.

Hermoine sighed, every since this had started she had hated it but what could she do, it was her assignment. He reached out for her hand, she took it. In one swift moment, they stood in the drawing room, of his mansion. It was a pretty room, filled with books she had always admired, yet never looked at, she never had time. He sat down, she wandered over to the liquor cabinet to make him a drink. This was their usual routine.

After about five fire whiskeys all including Hermoine's alcoholic potion, which would decrease his resistance of alcohol, he was on his way to being quiet drunk. Hermoine acted now. She gave him a flirtatious look before she stood and left the room. She could hear him stumble as she walked into the main bedroom. For such a powerful man, he was easy to sway. She began to undress.

"Wait, I want to show you something first." He said behind her. He stood supported by the doorframe.

"Are you sure?" Hermoine said dropping her top, leaving her chest bare. He gulped. "You could show me later." She stepped forward and began undoing his robe. He stepped back.

"NO!" he roared, " Put your top back on and follow me." She put her top back on and followed him. They walked down stairs, towards the dungeons. He tapped the wall with his wand in a pattern, she watched intently. Though when he turned around, she looked at her nail, examining it, as if what he was showing her was boring. He smirked.

They entered the dungeons, she walked slowly behind him, he nearly tripped and fell going down the stairs. The entered the main area of the dungeon. Steel bars stood before them. He unlocked the door with his wand and let her enter first. Hermoine looked at him curiously before she entered.

Two bodies hanged on the wall, pale, thin and wounded. Their clothes, ripped and stained with blood. Hermoine spun around, he smirked back at her.

"Let them go, don't torture them." She begged.

"No," he coldly replied.

"You can't do this, please I don't have anyone else." She said loudly.

Common Room

'Who is she talking to?' he thought. Hermoine woke suddenly, panting and sweating. She blinked, realising it was a dream, before leaning back and regaining her breathe.

'I hate those dreams, I hate that it happened, I HATE IT!' she thought, closing her eyes again.

"Now what was that about? Because the curiosity is going to kill me." Draco said slyly. Hermoine opened her eyes and sat bolt upright.

'Oh fuck, how long has he been there? Did I say something? Oh, fuck. Quick think of something to get out of it.'

"Oh nothing, just a stupid dream." She said staring at him. He looked away, unable to look at her since after that morning. A heavy silence fell over the room. He glanced down at her. She was reading again but you could tell by her body language that she was uncomfortable. Draco walked away and climbed the stairs. Hermoine slowly breathed out as she heard his door close.

'Jesus Christ, that was awkward.' Hermoine reflected.

She snapped closed her book and ascended the stairs to her own room. She had a quick shower before starting her Transfiguration homework.

She laid in her bed that night unable to sleep. Hermoine tossed and turned unable to get Draco of her mind. That one kiss had sent shivers through her body. Now she wanted him, badly. The wind screamed past her window, frightening her. She got out of bed and walked down to the common room. The fire still lightly ablaze and giving a warm glow to the room. She flicked her wand and the flares roared. She sat on the couch facing the fire, looking at the flames, as they danced inside the fireplace.

Draco stood by his windows which happened to be double doors. The doors lead out to a small balcony. He watched a tree below blew violently in the wind. The wind hissed past his window, the sky was dark only lit slightly by the half moon. Draco shivered, he stood in only boxers, his toned torso covered in goosebumps. He turned away from the window and walked to his chest of drawers. He grabbed a book off the top and marched down stairs to the common room

Draco watched her silently, from the bottom of the stairs, she had not realised he was there. She was wearing lose pyjama shorts, showing her lean legs. Her top had straps and was tight fitting, accentuating her curves and breasts. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, it was long enough the flow down her neck. It's chocolate brown colour looking nearly caramel in the firelight.

'She looks so hot. So unlike her, her usual baggy robes do nothing for her. Not since she looks so good in normal clothes, or maybe she always have and I haven't noticed it'

"It's rude and also creepy to watch someone quietly without them knowing," she muttered towards the stairs.

'Apparently she had known. Bugger, now this in going to be awkward to get out of.' He thought

"I wasn't watching you," he scoffed. Hermoine could see straight through him.

"Then what were you doing then?" she asked as he sat down beside her.

"Waiting for the right time to make a grand entrance of course," he said with a hint of laughter in his voice before he laughed. Hermoine laughed then stopped.

'Dr..Malfoy should be the last person I should be laughing with. I ha..dislike him..a lot'

"Why did you stop? I like you laugh." He said softly. She sat speechless.

'Had Draco just complimented me. No, I can't hear properly. Definitely not.'

She turned to him, he sat there looking at her, his grey blue eyes looking softer than usual.

"Well you really do know how to make a girl blush, Draco." She replied followed by an awkward laugh. She diverted her eyes back to the fire. He moved slightly and leaned forward and put his chin in his hands. He watched the flames as well. There was a long pause.

"I'm only getting started Hermoine." He said, before he stood and walked upstairs again. She sat there, watching the flames die down. Hermoine laid down on the couch and went straight to sleep dreaming of a young blonde boy with gorgeous grey blue eyes.

AN: I was going to write more but I would have just been shit…and you would have been LINLEY why did you write that…so I didn't. Oh and I love people say please write more..NOW! well everyone it takes time, to put what is in your head down onto paper, so be patient.

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