April 30th,
My dearest son,
Surely slipping a forgetfulness potion into Potter's drink isn't the only think you can come up with. Either way, in order to become an Auror, one must pass in Potions, Defense against Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms. He must exceed expectations in all of these. Let me know if there is anything else I can help you with son. Have you given any thought to your own career choices? I'm sure your father can pull some strings to get you a very nice position within the Ministry. Take care and I included Gregory's cookies.
Love always,
Mum
Draco couldn't get enough of Hermione. Running his fingers through her hair, he deepened his kiss as he rolled on top of her. He surrounded himself with her scent. That familiar, unknowing scent that he still couldn't name. Never had a scent driven him so wild, a girl driven him so wild. He couldn't help but want more. Carefully, to see if she'd stop him, Draco starts tugging at the bottom of Hermione's shirt. When she doesn't stop him, Draco goes with it. Exposing her naval, gently he kisses her stomach. Pulling her shirt up and over her head, the sight of Hermione's flat stomach, only her black bra covering her bare chest takes Draco's breath away.
"You are so beautiful Granger." He whispers, kissing on her chest. Carefully he works his way down to her naval before kissing her on the mouth once more. "So beautiful."
"I love you Malfoy." Hermione groans, kissing him fully.
"MmmmHmmm." Draco mumbles, covering her mouth with his. Quickly, she pushes him off of her.
"Excuse me! I tell you that I love you and all you can do is groan a sound that doesn't even make sense! I am standing here in front of you, half naked Malfoy! Nearly letting you in my knickers and you can't even say it!"
"It's not you, I just don't say them. No need to get your knickers in a bunch over it."
Looking down, tears fill Hermione's eyes.
"Look at me Hermione. I know your not just anybody, I know that but I just..I can't say those words. Never could."
For once, Hermione is flustered, angry beyond words. "I will not be treated like just another one of your...your...your hussies! I won't!" With that, Hermione throws her shirt on, back over her head and storms away from their pond towards Hogwarts.
"Good job Malfoy, you screwed that one up." Draco mumbles to himself, following her slowly. Walking into Hogwarts, he couldn't guarantee he even knew where to look. The library was probably his best bet. Even if she wasn't there, he could work on some studies.
"Hermione?" He whispers, seeing her crying in the far back corner of the forbidden section.
"I think you've made your point clear Malfoy, can't you just leave me alone?"
"No, my point was far from clear. Look at me." Slowly she picks her head up, "I care for you, I do. I just can't say those words to you yet, I don't know that I ever can. I have never said them to anyone, ever. Not even my mum, and I'd put my life on the line for her. Can't the fact that I care be enough?" Hermione just looks down, causing Draco to sigh. He couldn't lose her, not this easily. "What do I have to do? What do muggles do to prove this..this feeling for each other? Do I scream it? Is that what you want Granger? Is for me to scream from the Astronomy Tower that I care for you? To pick a fight with Weasley and lose to show I care for you?"
"I want you to love me." Hermione whispers, turning towards the corner, burying herself deeper into it.
"And I do. I just can't say it!"
"Try."
"I...I..can't."
"Fine." Is all Hermione says, walking away from him again. What kind of a bloody muggle answer is fine anyway.
"What is all of this?" Pansy asks, looking at the table in front of Draco. "Dark Arts? Transfiguration? Charms? Draco, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were-" Draco shushes her, putting a finger up to his own lips. Leaning in closer, Pansy whispers, "What are you up to?"
"Have to pass my N.E.W.T.S" Draco grins, causing Pansy to sit down next to him out of curiosity. Looking around the Slytherin dungeon, she makes sure no one else is within hearing distance.
"And what field are we looking into?" She asks, leaning closer to him.
"Whatever sparks my interest" Draco winks, "Something mysterious."
Pansy can't help but smile at the thought, "Just like your father?"
"Perhaps." Draco answers, "Although I'm not quite certain yet. Can't trouble myself with the details of it all just yet. Have to see where my N.E.W.T.S lead me first. I am going to do something pertaining to this one though." Draco holds up his Dark Magic book. "Just between you and me."
Letting out a small squeal, Pansy hugs Draco. "I knew you weren't interested in that Mud-Blood."
"Get off of me woman, and yes I am interested but I have plans bigger and better than this pathetic school. Now, if you will shoo so that I can finish what I was working on."
"Okay!" With that, Pansy walks away leaving Draco to his books. It's not as if he was lying about the studying. The Dark Arts book did pertain a special interest to him.
