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Author's notes: Because of Leika Senara's request, I'll put double spaces between what the characters say and I'll try to add a "he said" and "she said" to clear up any confusion. Hope you guys are enjoying this, I think this story will go up to about twenty chapters, I'm not too sure right now but then again, I'm not sure where I left my purse either…
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"So this is where you and Pansy were always sneaking off to," said Hermione, eyes wide. Draco had convinced Hermione to skip the class before dinner and come with him to a "secret place." Palace more like. It was a circular room filled with cushions, luxe fur rugs, silk drapes, and plush velvet. Draco blew his soft, feathery hair out of his eyes.
"I would never bring Pansy here," he scoffed. "She'd give it away in a second." Hermione was still reveling in the fact that this lovely room was concealed so well. They had been walking along a corridor, walls painted in pictures of roses, when Draco took out his wand and tapped a certain large, unfurling rose. The picture turned into a real rose for a second before turning into wrought iron. Draco turned it like a door knob and pushed the wall slightly until it gave way like a door. The other painted roses started to turn into real roses and Draco took Hermione's hand and led her in, walking down the long hallway, the strong scent of roses filling their noses.
"How did you get all this furniture in here?" asked Hermione. Draco materialized a blood-red rose and slid it into Hermione's curls.
"I transfigured everything into quills, parchments, things no one would suspect."
"Why'd you make it?" asked Hermione. She sank down and dug her fingers into the soft fur, twirling her fingers around cool silk, letting the smooth, almost liquid fabric drink up the heat of her fingers.
"To get away," Draco answered, sitting down next to her.
"Think anyone's noticed we're gone?" asked Hermione, worry starting to creep into her voice.
"They probably noticed," said Draco, with a smirk. "Does that bother you?" Hermione looked at him, eyebrow raised.
"Not when you're with me," she answered. Draco pulled her down and Hermione closed her eyes. She felt drunk off the smell of roses. She heard Draco's breathing turn deep and steady and knew he fell asleep. She let the heavy scent of roses fill her senses and she fell asleep too, dreaming of a sugar-spun world with silver edges.
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"Hi Hermione," said a voice. Hermione was hurriedly catching up on the homework she had missed from her impromptu nap in that magical place Draco had taken her. Hermione looked up and saw that it was Dean. Hermione smiled to herself. She could have some fun with this.
"Hello Dean," she said, after just a little too long of a pause. Dean had
been shifting his weight nervously.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"Better now that you're here," she said, smiling slowly, letting her lips curve naturally. Dean was even more flustered.
"Well," he said, trying not to stutter. "Maybe then you might still want to go out with me? I mean, if you're not seeing anyone else." Hermione turned in the seat to face him and crossed her legs, skirt riding up a little higher on her thigh. Hermione smoothed her gray skirt over her legs.
"Sure, Dean, I'd love to," Hermione answered.
"So, then I'll see you around?"
"If I'm there to be seen," said Hermione. She stood up, gathered her things, and turned around, twirling her skirt perfectly, a little trick she learned from (Hermione was sorry to admit this) Parvati. She turned around and waved over her shoulder, pleased to see Dean unable to move.
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"Hermoine," said Harry, looking angry. "You're playing Dean and I know it."
"Grow up Harry," scoffed Hermione. "If I don't recall, back in fifth year I remember you were, as you say it, playing Padma and Hannah. You even had the unshakable Sarah think she was in love." Harry flushed.
"Those were against my will," he answered, angrily.
"Were not," said Hermione. "Admit it, you were proud Harry, another thing about boys that just irk me."
"It doesn't matter, that was last year," said Harry. "I already saw Ron get his heart stomped on and I'm not going to just stand and watch while I see another friend get their heart broken too."
"You are so melodramatic," said Hermione. "As if I had the power to break anyone's heart?"
"Don't lie," said Harry. "You know you're enjoying this too."
"Never said I wasn't," said Hermione. She leaned close. "I never lie."
"That's a big lie right there," said Harry. "Stop this right now Hermione or else I'm going to go and tell Dean what's going on." Hermione leaned back and crossed her arms.
"You wouldn't dare," she said, through gritted teeth.
"Just watch me," said Harry, equally determined. They stared at each other. Hermione wondered. She didn't want this to happen. She just wanted everything to be okay between her and Harry. She released a breath of air she didn't know she had been holding.
"Fine," she said. "I'll make sure Dean doesn't get hurt."
"That's all I ask," said Harry.
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Snape frowned. There was something wrong and he couldn't quite put his finger on it…the air around him was hissing and whispering into his ear and it was driving him mad. Then suddenly, Snape had an inkling of what it was.
"Appear immediately Lucius, or I will be forced to perform the locking spell randomly about the room and you very well know that it hurts like the devil when being unlocked." There was a hiss and before Snape, Lucius materialized like the devil himself.
"What in the name of bloody hell do you think you're doing here?" hissed Snape.
"I'm keeping an eye out for my only son because it seems like the rest of the Hogwarts faculty doesn't know how to," answered Lucius, smoothly.
"You stay away from Draco, Lucius, I'm warning you," said Snape. "And the girl. If you hurt either of them, I will hunt you down and make sure myself that you're dead."
"You do so much for them," said Lucius, voice dangerously pleasant. "Do you ever receive any thanks? Ever get credit? No, you'll always be that death-eater. Don't grovel here, like a dog, waiting for everyone to suddenly accept you with open arms. Come back to where you belong, with Voldemort."
"I wouldn't return to that spawn of the devil. Not now, not ever," said Snape, breathing hard.
"You're nothing here, do you hear that? Nothing," said Lucius. "And you'll always be nothing. What do you have here?"
"I know what I don't have," said Snape. "Fear." Lucius laughed, harshly.
"Stop living in your dream world, Severus, one day someone's going to wake you up and it won't be pretty."
"Get. Out." Lucius shrugged.
"As you wish." Lucius swept out of the room. Snape knew that this wasn't the last time any of them would see of Lucius.
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A/N: sorry for the slow chappy, I will write more and it will be more interesting, I promise! Please R&R on your way out!