Black Mail

Chapter Four

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Harry Potter universe.



Draco arrived at the library ready to make Grangers life miserable, she was already there sitting at a table nose buried in a book. "Little surprise in that" thought Draco. He walked up to her and whispered, "Hey mudblood" then started to walk away, she didn't follow "well, aren't you coming". She looked surprised and then asked confused, "didn't you say to meet you in the library?" "Good the enemy is confused," thought Draco.

"But I never said you were tutoring me in the library" he said walking away. This time she followed. Draco led her down through the castle to the dungeons, her curiosity was apparent. When they arrived at the picture Hermione looked shocked then choked out the words "It's a guillotine". "Yes!" He knew it would shock her. Then she composed herself and muttered something about a french revolution. Draco ran his finger along the blade of the guillotine in the picture and a hole materialized in the wall. The hole disappeared after they entered.

Wow was all Hermione could say. The room was not very large and most of the space was occupied by the table and chairs in the middle, but the walls were covered in wizard paintings of historical events, even Professor Binns could make a class interesting with the aid of these walls. Hermione sat down in one of the chairs still admiring the walls, and then asked, "Do you know who painted this?" "No I do not, and after seeing it a few times it gets boring," answered Draco sounding bored. "Can we get on with the lesson?" asked Draco silently pleased she liked the room.

"Ok, I've brought some things for you to transfigure," said Hermione taking out a couple things including a groundhog, a toothbrush, and a rock. They started with first year stuff to see when the problem started; he successfully changed a toothpick into a nettle, but when they got to fourth year stuff he started to have trouble, and the fifth year just couldn't do it. "Ok now we know your problem, you started having trouble in the fourth year" said Hermione. He tried again swishing his wand and concentrating on changing the rock into a brick but it melted! "No, no, no your moving your wand the wrong way" said Hermione and showed him how with her own wand. He still didn't get it, so she came up behind him and took his hand and moved it the right way. Hermione let go, he tried it again and it worked, but for some strange reason his hand was tingling where she had touched it. The lessons went on and they met there every day, Draco found himself enjoying their meetings. He found it fun to watch her face get red when he insulted her and even redder when she couldn't make him mad too.

Hermione was fed up, Draco kept insulting her, and she couldn't stand it much longer. "A truce" asked Draco "what do you mean"? "I mean that we stop trying to make each other mad and call each other by our real names" answered Hermione. Draco was disappointed, "he was having fun and she looks so hot when she is mad." He quickly wiped that thought out of his mind and agreed to the truce. This was going to be difficult!







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