Chapter 7 The Spy

Authors note: Ok so I plan on updating during the week. So either Tuesday or Wednesday. Also I wrote this chapter then changed over half of it so enjoy!

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The annoying alarm woke Hermione from her restless sweaty sleep. Thanksgiving was two days away and its only been a week since she saved Draco's life. Every night since, she has had nightmare after nightmare of what could have happened. Some nights she woke up crying, and others screaming. She didn't want to admit she considered Draco a friend even though he would never feel the same towards her. She whipped away her current tears before getting out of bed and heading down for breakfast. Thanksgiving was on a Thursday so she only had to make it through two days before having the rest of the week off.

Upon entering the Great Hall, she let her eyes drift from the Gryffindor table to the Slytherin one. She sat beside Harry as her gaze ran up and down the Slytherin table many times. She was in deep thought not even listening to what Harry was saying when she sprang from the table and started running out of the room. Not even telling her friends goodbye or hello.

Today she decided would be the day. She would start spying on Draco Malfoy.

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She was the last to enter Defense Against the Dark Arts. To her dismay Harry was sitting by Dean and Ron with Lavender. She scanned the room before her eyes lit up. The only open seat was in the back of the room next to none another Draco Malfoy. She quickly threw her bag on the floor and placed a paper and quill on the desk. She could feel Draco staring at her but didn't give him the satisfaction of her noticing.

Ten minutes into class a small white paper slipped under her arm she was currently using to take notes with.

What do you think you're doing?

There was no name, so she could only assume it was from Draco.

Trying to take notes.

She slipped the paper under his arm the same way. He flashed her a look that said you know what I mean but she only responded with a smirk.

During the entire class she watched how Draco acted. To her surprise he was left handed. He also ran a hand through his hair when he was in deep thought or confused. And he played close attention to Snape. Either thinking Snape deserved the respect or afraid the hated professor would do something.

After class she headed to Charms while he made his way to Herbology. Satisfied with her information so far she decided to follow and or spy on him during lunch and their free period afterwards.

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She took her time after Charms to reach the Great Hall. Knowing if Draco did show up he would be late. She took one step into the room before scanning and seeing no blonde Slytherin. Quickly she turned around and made her way up the stairs to the library when a certain flash of blonde hair caught her attention. She cast a quick delusion spell on herself before running up the two sets of stairs to catch up. She had a silencing spell on her feet by the time they had made it to the 7th floor.

Suddenly Draco whipped around causing Hermione to almost run into him. She held her breath and went completely still. She was almost certain he couldn't see her but little did she know he could smell her intoxicating scent. He took three swift steps forward. Ending up an inch away from her. He was going to reach out and touch her when his eyes suddenly turned black. He smirked realizing she was probably scared right now. He wished he could see if her eyes were black as well. But instead he decided to play her little game.

Draco walked up to the two first years sitting against a wall before a steel door appeared and he entered alone.

It only took her seconds to realize the room was the Room of Requirements. She used it in 5th year with Harry and Ron for D.A meeting. But why were two first year girls his body guards.

She thought about hexing them to get into the room but her mind wouldn't allow it. They were first years and had no way to defend themselves. Still disguised she approached the two little girls. Her mouth gaped open at their voices. Male.

"What do you think he does in there Crabbe?"

"Shut up Goyle."

"You shut up!"

Quickly wands were drawn and Hermione watched in amusement as she had no problem with hexing them now.

"Stupefy!" She watched as both bodies feel to the stone cold floor. She smirked before opening the steel door.

Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. The room was filled with trash. Why would Draco use it?

She started to walk around until she saw him approach a set of books. Little did she know he already knew she was in here. His whole plan was to get her in here. He found her spying rather sexy. She would have been good at it, if he couldn't smell her.

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Lunch ended and the start of both their free periods begin. He decided she had watched him do literally nothing for long enough. Slowly he stood from his spot on the floor and approached the area she was currently standing in. He stood a few steps away from her and looked where he could only assume her eyes should be.

Hermione started to shake. She thought he was looking into her eyes. Into her soul but how could that be possible. She was nearly invisible. At least that what's her spell was supposed to do.

Leisurely he took two steps forwards ending inches away from her like before. He closed his eyes and took three deep breaths. Her smell was the strongest it has been yet.

Triumphantly for finding her he reached his arm out and wrapped it around her waist scoping her up into his arms. She yelped and tried to break free but his grip only tightened. She finally gave in as his eyes turned black and he felt the tingles in his shoulder blades again. He threw her on an old couch before sitting beside her. He could hear her try and get up but his Veela was to smart. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close up against him. Then it all happened. His wings shot out and carelessly wrapped around them.

With her free arm she removed her spell and turned her head to look at his great black wings.

"Can I touch them?"

He looked at the small girl in his arms before nodding his head and standing up.

She quietly stood up after him and just stared at the wings in front of her. Not really knowing what to do.

Cautiously she reached out and ran a finger along the soft black feathers. Draco shivered under her delicate touch. He bite his lip to stop the moans that threaten to escape.

She sat back down on the couch and he joined her. Finally noticing her black eyes as well.

"How did you find me? Like I thought my delusion spell was really good." She crossed her arms and started to pout thinking her spell didn't work.

"Your spell was fine."

She looked up into his deep black eyes before her brow drew together in deep thought. "My eyes are black as well."

He only nodded to her simple statement,

A comfortable silence fell between the two as he wrapped his arms around her waist again. He felt her jump at his touch and looked down at her perfect face. She let out a small sigh and he took it as a yes, pulling her lose up against him. She leant her head against his shoulder while small purrs escaped his lips. They sat in silence for the next 30 minutes. Both deep in thought and savoring the company of the other. It was like they were their own heat source and nothing else mattered in the world. They would live out the rest of their days sitting on this moldy, dusty couch together. The only thing that mattered was that they there together in his moment.

"Why didn't you answer my question?" For a minute he thought she hadn't spoken at all until he looked down and found her black eyes staring into his.

"What do you mean?" he could feel his heart beating faster.

"You wouldn't tell me who injured you about a week ago."

His grip around her waist tightened as he looked anywhere but her face. He settled on a stack of clocks before going over his answer.

He let out a small laugh. "Oh that? That was nothing. Blaise just played a little prank on me."

She placed her hands on his chest and pushed so she could get a clear view of his face. "Leaving you to die is a prank?"

He continued to stare off as a bead of sweat made its way between his wings and down his back. "Well, yes. At least for a Slytherin." She signed and leaned back up against him. For a brief moment he thought he dodged a bullet.

"I don't believe you."

"Wha… what?"

"Your lying."

"Says who?"

"Fine then, tell me what a vanishing cabinet is?" Hermine knew she had the upper hand from the start. She saw the books he was checking out and already knew what it was. She was giving him a chance here to tell the truth or show some kind of good within him.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Okay then why haven't you been going to meals in the Great Hall?" They were both staring straight ahead not able to meet the others gaze. Knowing they would break under pressure.

"I go to meals."

"Like once a week!"

"You're the one who's obsessed with me."

"Oh shut up."

They feel back into another silence as his hands loosened around her waist.

After 10 more minutes of silence she let out a deep breath and rubbed her temples. "Malfoy…?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you let me heal your left arm?"

"Because it wasn't injured." His response was to planned and fast for her liking.

"But when Harry, Ron and I saw you at Madam Malkins she reached for your left arm and you snapped at her. Like when I reached for you left arm."

"That's because it was injured at the time."

"Oh, yeah … sure it was."

He leant back and finally meet her gaze. "What you don't believe me?"

"No." Her quick answer slowly sliced a rip through his heart.

"Granger, I'm not what you think I am."

She thought out her response long and hard before deciding to say it. "Prove it."

"What?"

"I said prove it." Her black eyes started to water as his met hers. His face fell into a look of prolonged sadness. The sight of Hermione crying, let alone asking for something that would only hurt her broke him. He felt his heart shatter as a single clear tear rolled down her soft cheek.

He looked down at his left arm, then the watch resting around his wrist.

"Granger I will prove it to you, but if we don't leave now we are going to be late for potions."

She checked her watch so quickly he barely caught it. Next thing he knew she had already grabbed her bag and left without another word to him. She felt her eyes change back to brown as deep sadness wrapped around her heart. She wanted to believe he could prove it to her, but deep down she already knew what he was.

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Potions was rather uneventful as she spent the majority of the time trying not to look at a certain Slytherin while all he did was look at her.

After the class finally ended she zoomed out of the room with her friends to the Great Hall as Draco went to the 7th floor. He watched her walk away with her friends realizing his end was approaching faster than he thought. He had to work on the cabinet. He didn't know how much torture he could take Especially knowing now that it affected Hermione as well. Why couldn't he just be someone like Luna Lovegood and only have a care for fake magical creatures. Instead he was locked in a room with only one door. He never had a choice.