Hey everyone. So you all thought that the chapter was steamy? Cool.
Hehe. I was hoping you would all like it. Though from the reviews I got
umm I'm not really getting you all hot and bothered with this am I?
'Really red blush.' Hehe. Well here is the next chapter. Oh by the way
thank you lady Malfoy.
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%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Harry, Ron and Hermione all sat at the Gryfinndor table for breakfast. Ron was busy eating some eggs with his bacon. Harry was reading some Quidditch strategies and Hermione was trying to work on her doll.
She had made two sketches already but she didn't like them. She was trying for a third.
"So Hermione. Did you finish the assignment already?" Lavender asked her. Hermione nodded.
"I finished the research last night. I'm just having trouble with the art."
"I heard Malfoy has been locked in his room when he's not in class. Is it true? "Her friend whispered.
Hermione nodded and glanced up at the Slytherin table. Draco was drawing something into his sketchbook. Again he was wearing his glasses. He looked like he was concentrating a lot.
"Yes." She whispered. "He hasn't come out at all." 'Except when we're kissing.'
She grinned at that thought and glanced back up at Draco.
Pansy was trying to look at his work but he refused to let her see. Hermione ran her hand through her hair checking that her ponytail was still in tack. She still hadn't finished working with her hair since Medea was extremely busy.
"So are you going to go to Miss Averieale's?" Ginny asked.
"Why would she need to go there?" Ron asked now curious. Harry put the book down also curious.
"I need help with this." Hermione said. It was half true. The Slytherin teacher had promised Hermione to fix her hair today and she'd said she'd help her with her sketches.
"Well are you going alone?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. She's ok. Not like Snape. I like talking with her."
"Are you sure you don't want us to go?" Ron asked. She shook her head. No she didn't want them to go. Especially since she would be asking questions. Their two-week break was only a week away and she was nervous. She remembered what Draco had said. He'd take her during the break and she was starting to consider her options.
"Well if you're sure then good luck with the project." Harry said smiling.
"Thanks Harry." Hermione finished off her sketch and grabbed a piece of toast.
Harry and Ron went back to their Quidditch talk and Lavender started giving Hermione some makeup tips.
At the Slytherin table Draco continued his sketches. He was drawing a woman. She looked Egyptian but she reminded him of someone. He looked up at Hermione and saw her sketching as well. He grinned. She was so cute when she concentrated.
Wow, those thoughts again. Not good.
With a sigh he went back to his drawing. He couldn't' get it right. He had her sitting holding her stomach but it looked wrong. Something was missing, something that would make it perfect.
He groaned again putting his pencil down. He was going to make this out of clay after. He wondered if he'd be able to get it right.
"Baby what's wrong?" Pansy asked, leaning against him.
"Pansy I'm busy. I'm not in the mood to deal with you." He said.
Ever since he'd put his attention on Hermione no other girl had been in his bed. He focused solely on her and it was making Pansy very irritated.
She didn't know who the girl Draco was seeing was but she knew that he'd been with her more than once. Otherwise he would have come back to her by now.
"Who is she Draco?" Pansy asked suddenly.
"Who's what?" Draco asked looking at her.
"The girl you're seeing. The girl who takes your time away from me." She said pouting.
"There is no girl Pansy. I'm head boy now. I'm a busy man. I can't be hanging around you twenty-four hours a day and honestly I don't find it pleasant. So back off."
Pansy pouted and looked back at her food no longer hungry. She thought that this whole sketch thing had him stressed. That's why he was acting like this. She grinned and took the book off him.
"God damn it Pansy. Give it back." Draco demanded. She got up and started dancing around the room with it.
"Draco if you want it back you'll have to kiss me." She said loudly enough for everyone to hear.
Draco got up. A familiar spark could be seen in his eyes. He stepped up to Pansy and in a loud growl he said.
"Pansy I wouldn't kiss you even if the Dark lord promised to torture me till I died. So give me back my work before I'm forced to take more drastic measures."
Draco reached for his wand looking at her menacingly.
"Oh Draco you know I'm not afraid of you." Pansy said running. Draco was after her and everyone watched. She reached out her arm to keep it away from him. Amazingly the girl was very fast.
She was giggling and laughing taunting him and he was about to curse her when a hand grabbed his book out of her hand.
"Don't you ever listen to what you're told, Pansy?" Hermione's voice broke Draco out of his angry trance.
"What do you want mudblood?" Pansy snapped.
"I want you to give Malfoy back his book." She said sternly.
"Why should I?" Pansy sneered.
"Because unfortunately he's my partner in muggle class and if you don't give him back his work we'll loose marks for our work."
"What work would you mean?" Pansy asked.
"Oh I forgot. You're too stupid to remember the assignment we have." She said sweetly. Everyone who heard her laughed. Was it their idea or did she sound a little like Malfoy when she said that.
"I think being dorm room mates has her acting like Malfoy." Ron said looking at her. "She's been living with him for too long."
'Yeah." Harry said thoughtfully looking back at the argument.
"You little bitch." Pansy said. The book was now in Hermione's hands and Pansy was fuming. "What assignment."
"The parenting one silly." She said.
"What? That hasn't started yet."
"No but I'm sure that Miss Averieale gave you the notes you had to have before the break"
"Yeah. Well what does that have to do with Draco's book?" Pansy said stubbornly not getting it.
"The notes are in Malfoy's book. I need those notes to do the research. I need the research to get a good grade. If you take his book I won't get that. If I don't get a good grade because of you I'll hex you myself." She said darkly. Pansy gulped a little.
Hermione was the best in the school. She also knew that she wouldn't hesitate.
"Sorry Draco sweetie. Didn't know it was that important to you." She said quietly walking back to the table looking very flushed.
"I want my book back." Draco said holding out his hand.
"I want to look over the notes." Hermione said leaving the great hall. In all honesty Draco didn't have the notes. Hermione had them. She'd lied to get his book back without anyone getting suspicious.
Draco growled and followed her out. He was uncomfortable with anyone looking at his work.
"Hermione." He hissed as she walked up to their dorm. "Give me back my book."
"You know this doesn't look like the book your cousin gave us." She said playfully.
"It's my sketch book. I wanted to do my sketches in there before I put them in the other one."
"Can I see?"
"No."
"Why not."
"Because I don't want you to."
"Oh come on." She said walking up the stairs. Draco followed growling in frustration.
They got to their dorm and said the password. Waling into the common room Hermione sat down and opened the sketchbook. She was stunned. It was a picture of his mother.
"Draco this is beautiful." She gasped.
"It's noting."
"Nothing, Draco this is amazing!" She flipped through the pages. He had a picture of his owl, of his cousin when they were younger. There were sketches of some of his clay work. "I didn't' think you were so talented."
"It's a hobby I told you." He said sulking in the chair. She was flipping through the last few pages when he managed to snatch the book off her. She looked at him curiously. "You can't see that."
"Why not? She asked getting closer to him.
'It's my assignment, I don't want anyone seeing it till it's finished." He said sitting back down.
She smiled and nodded. He looked into her brown pools and smirked. She grinned a little more and sat on his lap.
"Kiss me." She whispered against his lips.
"I thought you hated me?" He said teasingly.
"Draco Malfoy kiss me now." She demanded. Draco raised an eyebrow but gave her a sly smile.
"Yes ma'am." He leaned forward and captured her lips.
She sighed contently. God she was falling in love with Draco Malfoy. This was not a good thing. Defiantly not. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
"You better .lose yourself in the music, the moment you own it. You better never let it go. You only get one shot do not miss your chance to blow. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime."
Hermione walked into her teacher's room hearing her singing along to her radio. She hadn't figured out how she got it to work but figured she had some protection spells on her muggle things.
"Hermione. Sorry about the music." Medea said smiling. "Steven likes it. Puts him to sleep."
"Really. I would think it keeps him up." She said smiling.
"I would too. I guess I listened to it so long when I was pregnant that it just synchronized with him." She laughed. "I'm a fan."
"You like muggle rappers?" Hermione asked sitting down on the couch.
"Of course. I got to meet him once. He's a nice guy as long as you don't' say anything to offend him." She said
"I like his music. I like what he says, it makes sense."
"Yes it does." She took the disc out and put it away. "Don't tell Draco I have this. He'll simply die."
"He likes a muggle artist?"
"Adores him. It's funny that they have the same hair. Only thing is Draco's is natural."
"Draco Malfoy likes a muggle artist?" Hermione said again.
"Yes but don't tell him I told you. It's his secret. His father wouldn't let him go see him the year before so I took him. He was ecstatic. Got his autograph and everything. Last time I heard he has it framed."
"Amazing. Draco hates muggles and he liked a muggle rapper."
"Draco isn't like his father Hermione. He only acts that way to please him." Medea explained. "So the hair right?"
"Yeah." Medea walked into the bathroom and Hermione walked in behind her.
"Come on sit down."
Hermione sat down and Medea started applying some magic lotion into her hair.
"Miss Averieale. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"What are the Malfoy's like?" She asked hesitantly.
"Well it depends on what Malfoy you're talking about. If you're referring to my cousin, Draco then I could tell you a lot but you'd have to promise not to tell him I told you."
"You know I wouldn't." She looked up at the woman behind her.
"Ok. Well let's start with genetics. You've seen what he looks like. He gets that from both sides of the family. He gets his eyes and hair from his father. The nose as well if you look closely. The chest and the legs he gets from our side of the family. If you ever get a chance to see his hair without the gel you'll see that it's soft. He gets that from us as well. The lips he gets from uncle Lucius. He has my grandfather's strength."
"What about his art?" Hermione asked.
"Ah you've seen something?" She said smiling as she rolled Hermione's hair with magic rollers.
"I saw his sketch book."
"I heard about that."
"He's talented."
"That he does on his own. No family heritage Especially with clay. Has an amazing talent with the stuff. I remember one summer he came back all dirty but he'd made the most amazing black wolf. He used magic to make it real. We have it in the mansion. If you ever come by I'll show you. It moves around in its glass case."
"Really. I would love to see it." Hermione said smiling.
"It's one of my grandmother's prize possessions. He gave it to her as a gift. We have most of his artwork. My uncle never appreciated it so he gave it to his mother or us. She would keep it in a special room. One day she told me when she felt lonely and she missed Draco she would go in thee and look at what he'd done."
"She loves him a lot doesn't she?"
"He's her only child. The only reminder of why she stays with my uncle. Malfoy's' are incredibly faithful. Hard to believe I know."
"Draco has slept with three quarters of the girls in the school. How can he be 'faithful'?" Hermione asked a little shocked.
"Draco's never had a girlfriend. So he hasn't had reason to be faithful. Though I know he'd be a faithful boyfriend and faithful husband. They have incredible self-control. Since he has our blood running through him he'd be even more possessive."
"Even if temptation was staring them in the face?"
"Even if. Hermione a Malfoy can have a thousand lovers but the minute one falls in love or has a ring on his finger all those lovers go away."
"Why?" Hermione tilted her head just a little. "I would have thought they'd be anything but faithful."
"Wouldn't know what to tell you. Never gone out with a Malfoy." She joked. Hermione smiled. How could one family be so different to another and still be related.
"Hermione you have feelings for Draco don't you?" Medea said suddenly
"How did you.?" Hermione started.
'I see the way you look at him. The way you conflict yourself between Harry and Draco. Plus you're kind of sending out the emotional signals."
"Emotional signals?" Hermione had heard of them. "Aren't they the aura signs?"
"Yeah. I can read them. You're flaring out your confusion and the feelings. It's all right. I don't think anyone has realized yet but I'm just wondering what are you going to do?"
"I really don't know. I think I'm falling in love with Draco. I just don't know if I could stand it because I know he won't love me in return. My heart will be broken. If I'm with Harry I won't be completely happy but he wouldn't leave me."
'If you only knew.'
"Hermione follow your heart. Don't go for what's secure. Yes there is the risk of you getting hurt by him and no I'm not telling you this because he's my cousin. I'm telling you because I was in your position a long time ago. I chose what was reliable and it didn't work. Follow what your heart wants. Be happy. Think with your heart not your mind"
Tears started forming in her eyes but Medea wouldn't let her cry.
"Hey just so you know it's true about the rumors."
"What rumors?" Hermione asked sniffing.
"Malfoy's are good in bed." Medea grinned and Hermione laughed. "My aunt would tell us. We really never wanted to know but she was discreet about details. Considering that Draco has Averieale blood in him then I'd say he tops his father by a lot."
Hermione blushed furiously. Medea knew and she knew it.
"Hey don't be afraid of him. If you love him then go for it. If you don't then don't even try it. Enjoy what you've gotten out of this and let it be."
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Draco lay around in his room. It was a Friday. Thinking about how he was going to go about next week. He'd decided that he'd teach Hermione in his room. It felt like the best approach.
What would she be like? Would she be nervous and scared or would she be lively and curious? Maybe she'd be both. She'd accepted the experiences he'd given her with an open mind and he wondered if deep inside of her there wasn't some feeling for him
He let out a very loud groan. He was falling in love, the trauma of it. He was falling in love with his artwork. He was falling in love with Hermione.
What would the school think? Oh fuck the school. What would his father think? Oh definitely fuck what his father thought. Wait what about his mother? She'd be happy as long as he was happy. She'd never been one to hate muggles. Her family was quite fond of them.
His father would beat him though. No he couldn't. Lucius wouldn't' beat him now. Because Draco had advanced so much in magic and his wife's family were becoming aware of his shady lifestyle.
Narcissa's father had talked to Lucius and warned him to stay away from the dark side because they would not hesitate to give him in if it was hurting his youngest daughter. Lucius had kept all activity hidden. He'd banned Narcissa from going over to her family very often and she was slowly breaking apart.
Draco had promised himself that when he got out of Hogwarts he was going to get his mother out of there. Take everything the both owned and he'd buy her a mansion of her own. So she could leave his father and spend time with her family.
He remembered last summer when he'd told her this. The last time his father had struck her. He'd held his mother in his arms and told her his plan. They'd move far away from Lucius. That he'd turn Lucius in himself so that way they'd be well off. He'd promised her that he'd find some high paying job and support her.
She'd cried so much he was sure she'd never stop. He knew that she loved him. God she must have loved him to put up with this but he knew if she stayed there she would die. His father would come home drunk one day and kill her.
That's why he owled his mother every day. Didn't matter what he'd say in the letter he'd always write just to make sure she was ok.
"What do you think?" A voice bought him out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw Hermione. Her hair was curled and had a few light highlights. She'd applied her makeup and was wearing a very sexy green dress. It was strapless but went down to her knees. She wore a matching set of shoes.
The dress clung to her figure and Draco had to gulp. He'd expected her to look beautiful but right now he could only think of one word. Unfortunately he said it out loud.
"Goddess."
Hermione stood there shocked. He sat there on his bed with his mouth wide open. Who cared? She was a fucking goddess.
She was blushing. He'd just called her a goddess. Something she'd never thought would escape his lips. She'd expected a beautiful or a gorgeous but never a goddess.
"Did anyone see you?" He asked getting up from his bed. She shook her head.
"No one saw me. I got changed in my room. Put the make up on all by myself and I managed to avoid everyone in the corridors.
"Good." Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him. "I wouldn't want anyone looking at you."
"And may I ask why not?" She asked a little shocked.
"Because I barely think myself worthy." He paused before smirking. "Barely. I mean I am known as a god. So I think I can be in the presence of a goddess. Don't you think?"
"Oh yes. The all might sex god of Slytherin. I'm in the presence of a legend." She said with a small smile.
Oh lords. He couldn't hold on. Screw what he promised himself. The holidays were so close. It would be ok. It was Friday. They had the weekend. There was nothing wrong with getting an early start.
"Do you have to be anywhere?" She asked quietly. She couldn't stand this anymore. She needed him. She needed him now. After talking to Medea she'd thought about everything. She WAS IN love with Draco. She knew he'd hurt her but she didn't care. She would give herself to him. She would learn from him and at the same time love him, even if it was for now.
She would have the rest of her life to cry and remorse about it.
"Nope. Do you?" He asked seductively. They both knew what was going on and Draco had picked up his wand and locked all the doors. He made sure the walls were sound proof and changed the way his room looked.
"No. Not all weekend. Everyone is leaving early. At least everyone I would say goodbye to. Ron is taking Harry with him this time. So I've got a free schedule until Thursday." She said getting closer.
"Good." He said pulling her closer into his arms and kissing her passionately. His room had changed completely. His bed sheets were silk and instead of the natural light of the sun coming into the room there was at least twenty candles all over the place.
"You're mine Hermione. Tonight I'll mark you. I can't hold it back anymore. I've been patient with myself and with your transformation. I've completed my greatest work. With help I'd admit but still."
"Shh. Don't talk. Touch me." She whispered into his ear. They returned to kissing passionately.
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Oh god I'm evil. Damn I am bloody evil. I stopped it there. Hehe. Don't worry I'll have your special chapter up soon. Only thing is I want up to a hundred and twenty at least. Yes I'm cruel. So what. You all love me anyway. I love you all too.
Just a hint the next two chapters are going to be similar. Just so you know. Hehe. Come on its almost a whole seven days.
Well anyway. I need my sleep. Love you all. Please review.
Ja ne.
Kang
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%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Harry, Ron and Hermione all sat at the Gryfinndor table for breakfast. Ron was busy eating some eggs with his bacon. Harry was reading some Quidditch strategies and Hermione was trying to work on her doll.
She had made two sketches already but she didn't like them. She was trying for a third.
"So Hermione. Did you finish the assignment already?" Lavender asked her. Hermione nodded.
"I finished the research last night. I'm just having trouble with the art."
"I heard Malfoy has been locked in his room when he's not in class. Is it true? "Her friend whispered.
Hermione nodded and glanced up at the Slytherin table. Draco was drawing something into his sketchbook. Again he was wearing his glasses. He looked like he was concentrating a lot.
"Yes." She whispered. "He hasn't come out at all." 'Except when we're kissing.'
She grinned at that thought and glanced back up at Draco.
Pansy was trying to look at his work but he refused to let her see. Hermione ran her hand through her hair checking that her ponytail was still in tack. She still hadn't finished working with her hair since Medea was extremely busy.
"So are you going to go to Miss Averieale's?" Ginny asked.
"Why would she need to go there?" Ron asked now curious. Harry put the book down also curious.
"I need help with this." Hermione said. It was half true. The Slytherin teacher had promised Hermione to fix her hair today and she'd said she'd help her with her sketches.
"Well are you going alone?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. She's ok. Not like Snape. I like talking with her."
"Are you sure you don't want us to go?" Ron asked. She shook her head. No she didn't want them to go. Especially since she would be asking questions. Their two-week break was only a week away and she was nervous. She remembered what Draco had said. He'd take her during the break and she was starting to consider her options.
"Well if you're sure then good luck with the project." Harry said smiling.
"Thanks Harry." Hermione finished off her sketch and grabbed a piece of toast.
Harry and Ron went back to their Quidditch talk and Lavender started giving Hermione some makeup tips.
At the Slytherin table Draco continued his sketches. He was drawing a woman. She looked Egyptian but she reminded him of someone. He looked up at Hermione and saw her sketching as well. He grinned. She was so cute when she concentrated.
Wow, those thoughts again. Not good.
With a sigh he went back to his drawing. He couldn't' get it right. He had her sitting holding her stomach but it looked wrong. Something was missing, something that would make it perfect.
He groaned again putting his pencil down. He was going to make this out of clay after. He wondered if he'd be able to get it right.
"Baby what's wrong?" Pansy asked, leaning against him.
"Pansy I'm busy. I'm not in the mood to deal with you." He said.
Ever since he'd put his attention on Hermione no other girl had been in his bed. He focused solely on her and it was making Pansy very irritated.
She didn't know who the girl Draco was seeing was but she knew that he'd been with her more than once. Otherwise he would have come back to her by now.
"Who is she Draco?" Pansy asked suddenly.
"Who's what?" Draco asked looking at her.
"The girl you're seeing. The girl who takes your time away from me." She said pouting.
"There is no girl Pansy. I'm head boy now. I'm a busy man. I can't be hanging around you twenty-four hours a day and honestly I don't find it pleasant. So back off."
Pansy pouted and looked back at her food no longer hungry. She thought that this whole sketch thing had him stressed. That's why he was acting like this. She grinned and took the book off him.
"God damn it Pansy. Give it back." Draco demanded. She got up and started dancing around the room with it.
"Draco if you want it back you'll have to kiss me." She said loudly enough for everyone to hear.
Draco got up. A familiar spark could be seen in his eyes. He stepped up to Pansy and in a loud growl he said.
"Pansy I wouldn't kiss you even if the Dark lord promised to torture me till I died. So give me back my work before I'm forced to take more drastic measures."
Draco reached for his wand looking at her menacingly.
"Oh Draco you know I'm not afraid of you." Pansy said running. Draco was after her and everyone watched. She reached out her arm to keep it away from him. Amazingly the girl was very fast.
She was giggling and laughing taunting him and he was about to curse her when a hand grabbed his book out of her hand.
"Don't you ever listen to what you're told, Pansy?" Hermione's voice broke Draco out of his angry trance.
"What do you want mudblood?" Pansy snapped.
"I want you to give Malfoy back his book." She said sternly.
"Why should I?" Pansy sneered.
"Because unfortunately he's my partner in muggle class and if you don't give him back his work we'll loose marks for our work."
"What work would you mean?" Pansy asked.
"Oh I forgot. You're too stupid to remember the assignment we have." She said sweetly. Everyone who heard her laughed. Was it their idea or did she sound a little like Malfoy when she said that.
"I think being dorm room mates has her acting like Malfoy." Ron said looking at her. "She's been living with him for too long."
'Yeah." Harry said thoughtfully looking back at the argument.
"You little bitch." Pansy said. The book was now in Hermione's hands and Pansy was fuming. "What assignment."
"The parenting one silly." She said.
"What? That hasn't started yet."
"No but I'm sure that Miss Averieale gave you the notes you had to have before the break"
"Yeah. Well what does that have to do with Draco's book?" Pansy said stubbornly not getting it.
"The notes are in Malfoy's book. I need those notes to do the research. I need the research to get a good grade. If you take his book I won't get that. If I don't get a good grade because of you I'll hex you myself." She said darkly. Pansy gulped a little.
Hermione was the best in the school. She also knew that she wouldn't hesitate.
"Sorry Draco sweetie. Didn't know it was that important to you." She said quietly walking back to the table looking very flushed.
"I want my book back." Draco said holding out his hand.
"I want to look over the notes." Hermione said leaving the great hall. In all honesty Draco didn't have the notes. Hermione had them. She'd lied to get his book back without anyone getting suspicious.
Draco growled and followed her out. He was uncomfortable with anyone looking at his work.
"Hermione." He hissed as she walked up to their dorm. "Give me back my book."
"You know this doesn't look like the book your cousin gave us." She said playfully.
"It's my sketch book. I wanted to do my sketches in there before I put them in the other one."
"Can I see?"
"No."
"Why not."
"Because I don't want you to."
"Oh come on." She said walking up the stairs. Draco followed growling in frustration.
They got to their dorm and said the password. Waling into the common room Hermione sat down and opened the sketchbook. She was stunned. It was a picture of his mother.
"Draco this is beautiful." She gasped.
"It's noting."
"Nothing, Draco this is amazing!" She flipped through the pages. He had a picture of his owl, of his cousin when they were younger. There were sketches of some of his clay work. "I didn't' think you were so talented."
"It's a hobby I told you." He said sulking in the chair. She was flipping through the last few pages when he managed to snatch the book off her. She looked at him curiously. "You can't see that."
"Why not? She asked getting closer to him.
'It's my assignment, I don't want anyone seeing it till it's finished." He said sitting back down.
She smiled and nodded. He looked into her brown pools and smirked. She grinned a little more and sat on his lap.
"Kiss me." She whispered against his lips.
"I thought you hated me?" He said teasingly.
"Draco Malfoy kiss me now." She demanded. Draco raised an eyebrow but gave her a sly smile.
"Yes ma'am." He leaned forward and captured her lips.
She sighed contently. God she was falling in love with Draco Malfoy. This was not a good thing. Defiantly not. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
"You better .lose yourself in the music, the moment you own it. You better never let it go. You only get one shot do not miss your chance to blow. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime."
Hermione walked into her teacher's room hearing her singing along to her radio. She hadn't figured out how she got it to work but figured she had some protection spells on her muggle things.
"Hermione. Sorry about the music." Medea said smiling. "Steven likes it. Puts him to sleep."
"Really. I would think it keeps him up." She said smiling.
"I would too. I guess I listened to it so long when I was pregnant that it just synchronized with him." She laughed. "I'm a fan."
"You like muggle rappers?" Hermione asked sitting down on the couch.
"Of course. I got to meet him once. He's a nice guy as long as you don't' say anything to offend him." She said
"I like his music. I like what he says, it makes sense."
"Yes it does." She took the disc out and put it away. "Don't tell Draco I have this. He'll simply die."
"He likes a muggle artist?"
"Adores him. It's funny that they have the same hair. Only thing is Draco's is natural."
"Draco Malfoy likes a muggle artist?" Hermione said again.
"Yes but don't tell him I told you. It's his secret. His father wouldn't let him go see him the year before so I took him. He was ecstatic. Got his autograph and everything. Last time I heard he has it framed."
"Amazing. Draco hates muggles and he liked a muggle rapper."
"Draco isn't like his father Hermione. He only acts that way to please him." Medea explained. "So the hair right?"
"Yeah." Medea walked into the bathroom and Hermione walked in behind her.
"Come on sit down."
Hermione sat down and Medea started applying some magic lotion into her hair.
"Miss Averieale. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"What are the Malfoy's like?" She asked hesitantly.
"Well it depends on what Malfoy you're talking about. If you're referring to my cousin, Draco then I could tell you a lot but you'd have to promise not to tell him I told you."
"You know I wouldn't." She looked up at the woman behind her.
"Ok. Well let's start with genetics. You've seen what he looks like. He gets that from both sides of the family. He gets his eyes and hair from his father. The nose as well if you look closely. The chest and the legs he gets from our side of the family. If you ever get a chance to see his hair without the gel you'll see that it's soft. He gets that from us as well. The lips he gets from uncle Lucius. He has my grandfather's strength."
"What about his art?" Hermione asked.
"Ah you've seen something?" She said smiling as she rolled Hermione's hair with magic rollers.
"I saw his sketch book."
"I heard about that."
"He's talented."
"That he does on his own. No family heritage Especially with clay. Has an amazing talent with the stuff. I remember one summer he came back all dirty but he'd made the most amazing black wolf. He used magic to make it real. We have it in the mansion. If you ever come by I'll show you. It moves around in its glass case."
"Really. I would love to see it." Hermione said smiling.
"It's one of my grandmother's prize possessions. He gave it to her as a gift. We have most of his artwork. My uncle never appreciated it so he gave it to his mother or us. She would keep it in a special room. One day she told me when she felt lonely and she missed Draco she would go in thee and look at what he'd done."
"She loves him a lot doesn't she?"
"He's her only child. The only reminder of why she stays with my uncle. Malfoy's' are incredibly faithful. Hard to believe I know."
"Draco has slept with three quarters of the girls in the school. How can he be 'faithful'?" Hermione asked a little shocked.
"Draco's never had a girlfriend. So he hasn't had reason to be faithful. Though I know he'd be a faithful boyfriend and faithful husband. They have incredible self-control. Since he has our blood running through him he'd be even more possessive."
"Even if temptation was staring them in the face?"
"Even if. Hermione a Malfoy can have a thousand lovers but the minute one falls in love or has a ring on his finger all those lovers go away."
"Why?" Hermione tilted her head just a little. "I would have thought they'd be anything but faithful."
"Wouldn't know what to tell you. Never gone out with a Malfoy." She joked. Hermione smiled. How could one family be so different to another and still be related.
"Hermione you have feelings for Draco don't you?" Medea said suddenly
"How did you.?" Hermione started.
'I see the way you look at him. The way you conflict yourself between Harry and Draco. Plus you're kind of sending out the emotional signals."
"Emotional signals?" Hermione had heard of them. "Aren't they the aura signs?"
"Yeah. I can read them. You're flaring out your confusion and the feelings. It's all right. I don't think anyone has realized yet but I'm just wondering what are you going to do?"
"I really don't know. I think I'm falling in love with Draco. I just don't know if I could stand it because I know he won't love me in return. My heart will be broken. If I'm with Harry I won't be completely happy but he wouldn't leave me."
'If you only knew.'
"Hermione follow your heart. Don't go for what's secure. Yes there is the risk of you getting hurt by him and no I'm not telling you this because he's my cousin. I'm telling you because I was in your position a long time ago. I chose what was reliable and it didn't work. Follow what your heart wants. Be happy. Think with your heart not your mind"
Tears started forming in her eyes but Medea wouldn't let her cry.
"Hey just so you know it's true about the rumors."
"What rumors?" Hermione asked sniffing.
"Malfoy's are good in bed." Medea grinned and Hermione laughed. "My aunt would tell us. We really never wanted to know but she was discreet about details. Considering that Draco has Averieale blood in him then I'd say he tops his father by a lot."
Hermione blushed furiously. Medea knew and she knew it.
"Hey don't be afraid of him. If you love him then go for it. If you don't then don't even try it. Enjoy what you've gotten out of this and let it be."
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Draco lay around in his room. It was a Friday. Thinking about how he was going to go about next week. He'd decided that he'd teach Hermione in his room. It felt like the best approach.
What would she be like? Would she be nervous and scared or would she be lively and curious? Maybe she'd be both. She'd accepted the experiences he'd given her with an open mind and he wondered if deep inside of her there wasn't some feeling for him
He let out a very loud groan. He was falling in love, the trauma of it. He was falling in love with his artwork. He was falling in love with Hermione.
What would the school think? Oh fuck the school. What would his father think? Oh definitely fuck what his father thought. Wait what about his mother? She'd be happy as long as he was happy. She'd never been one to hate muggles. Her family was quite fond of them.
His father would beat him though. No he couldn't. Lucius wouldn't' beat him now. Because Draco had advanced so much in magic and his wife's family were becoming aware of his shady lifestyle.
Narcissa's father had talked to Lucius and warned him to stay away from the dark side because they would not hesitate to give him in if it was hurting his youngest daughter. Lucius had kept all activity hidden. He'd banned Narcissa from going over to her family very often and she was slowly breaking apart.
Draco had promised himself that when he got out of Hogwarts he was going to get his mother out of there. Take everything the both owned and he'd buy her a mansion of her own. So she could leave his father and spend time with her family.
He remembered last summer when he'd told her this. The last time his father had struck her. He'd held his mother in his arms and told her his plan. They'd move far away from Lucius. That he'd turn Lucius in himself so that way they'd be well off. He'd promised her that he'd find some high paying job and support her.
She'd cried so much he was sure she'd never stop. He knew that she loved him. God she must have loved him to put up with this but he knew if she stayed there she would die. His father would come home drunk one day and kill her.
That's why he owled his mother every day. Didn't matter what he'd say in the letter he'd always write just to make sure she was ok.
"What do you think?" A voice bought him out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw Hermione. Her hair was curled and had a few light highlights. She'd applied her makeup and was wearing a very sexy green dress. It was strapless but went down to her knees. She wore a matching set of shoes.
The dress clung to her figure and Draco had to gulp. He'd expected her to look beautiful but right now he could only think of one word. Unfortunately he said it out loud.
"Goddess."
Hermione stood there shocked. He sat there on his bed with his mouth wide open. Who cared? She was a fucking goddess.
She was blushing. He'd just called her a goddess. Something she'd never thought would escape his lips. She'd expected a beautiful or a gorgeous but never a goddess.
"Did anyone see you?" He asked getting up from his bed. She shook her head.
"No one saw me. I got changed in my room. Put the make up on all by myself and I managed to avoid everyone in the corridors.
"Good." Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him. "I wouldn't want anyone looking at you."
"And may I ask why not?" She asked a little shocked.
"Because I barely think myself worthy." He paused before smirking. "Barely. I mean I am known as a god. So I think I can be in the presence of a goddess. Don't you think?"
"Oh yes. The all might sex god of Slytherin. I'm in the presence of a legend." She said with a small smile.
Oh lords. He couldn't hold on. Screw what he promised himself. The holidays were so close. It would be ok. It was Friday. They had the weekend. There was nothing wrong with getting an early start.
"Do you have to be anywhere?" She asked quietly. She couldn't stand this anymore. She needed him. She needed him now. After talking to Medea she'd thought about everything. She WAS IN love with Draco. She knew he'd hurt her but she didn't care. She would give herself to him. She would learn from him and at the same time love him, even if it was for now.
She would have the rest of her life to cry and remorse about it.
"Nope. Do you?" He asked seductively. They both knew what was going on and Draco had picked up his wand and locked all the doors. He made sure the walls were sound proof and changed the way his room looked.
"No. Not all weekend. Everyone is leaving early. At least everyone I would say goodbye to. Ron is taking Harry with him this time. So I've got a free schedule until Thursday." She said getting closer.
"Good." He said pulling her closer into his arms and kissing her passionately. His room had changed completely. His bed sheets were silk and instead of the natural light of the sun coming into the room there was at least twenty candles all over the place.
"You're mine Hermione. Tonight I'll mark you. I can't hold it back anymore. I've been patient with myself and with your transformation. I've completed my greatest work. With help I'd admit but still."
"Shh. Don't talk. Touch me." She whispered into his ear. They returned to kissing passionately.
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Oh god I'm evil. Damn I am bloody evil. I stopped it there. Hehe. Don't worry I'll have your special chapter up soon. Only thing is I want up to a hundred and twenty at least. Yes I'm cruel. So what. You all love me anyway. I love you all too.
Just a hint the next two chapters are going to be similar. Just so you know. Hehe. Come on its almost a whole seven days.
Well anyway. I need my sleep. Love you all. Please review.
Ja ne.
Kang