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CHAPTER THREE:
Draco and his father Lucius stood in a locked room, observing Harry and Hermione. Hermione was laughing about something Harry had said, and then leaned in and kissed him passionately.
"See that Draco?" snarled Lucius pointing to Hermione and Harry in disgust.
"Yeah, they're two dorks in love, so?" snapped Draco.
Draco wasn't really sure why his father had dragged him to the Leaky Cauldron and into this room just to watch the two lovebirds make out.
"They are essential to the Dark Lord's plan. Because Potter is in love with the Mudblood he is strong, but if they are torn apart he becomes weaker," explained his father. "I want you to break them apart, to make Potter weak and vulnerable so that the Dark Lord can attack him more easily. Pretend to love the Mudblood, sleep with her, you are a handsome boy I'm sure she will not be able to resist your charms."
"What?!? You want me to go out with that Mudblood?!? And sleep with her?!?" exclaimed Draco loudly in surprise and anger. "That's totally against everything that a Malfoy stands for! I'll be the laughing stock of all the Slytherins! Not to mention the two of us totally hate each other!"
Draco had become more and more like his father during the years, inheriting his charm as well as his horrible temper.
"I know it is, son, but it is the Dark Lord's request. You are to tell no one about our plan, not even your fellow Slytherins. I'm sorry about your social status but I'm sure once everything goes according to plans and Harry Potter is destroyed, you can dump the girl and regain your status," replied Lucius.
"Fine father, I will do it to please you and the Dark Lord," muttered Draco angrily.
"Good. Now the distraction to distract Harry from Hermione should be here soon. Ah, there he is," muttered Lucius as he watched Ron Weasley emerge from the shadows. "I don't think either of them knows that Weasley has pledged himself to the Dark Lord. It will be a shock once they find out," said Lucius with a small laugh.
The two of them watched as Harry left Hermione to go talk to Ron and Lucius said, "Go now, Draco. Good luck. Do not let me down."
"I will do my best," answered Draco. "I shall not disappoint you, father."
Draco walked out of the room without a backwards glance at his father and walked out of the front door of the Leaky Cauldron. He saw Hermione standing a little ways away from Harry and Ron and walked over towards her. He examined her body to get a glimpse of what he would be sleeping with and was rather impressed. Her body had definitely developed and he had to admit that she looked rather pretty. Ron gave Draco a knowing glance as he walked past them and said, "Come on mate, I've got to show you something! It's so cool!"
"But what about Hermione?" stuttered Harry.
Before Harry could turn around to get Hermione, Ron grabbed his sleeve and dragged him off towards the shops of London.
"Grang- uh Hermione, we have to talk," said Draco calmly and casually.
HERMIONE'S POV
I watched in a stupor as the hottest man in the whole school came striding towards me. As he causally brushed a strand of hair away from his face, I almost died thinking about how hot he looked when he did that.
"Is he coming to talk to me? What does he want?" I asked myself in my head. "Nah, he doesn't want to talk to me."
I started glancing around nervously hoping that he wouldn't notice I had been watching him. The thoughts in my head were confirmed when I heard him speak to me.
"Grang- uh Hermione, we have to talk," he said.
I was surprised. He had called me by my first name instead of the usual "Mudblood" insult.
"Y-y-yes?" I stuttered in astonishment.
Draco grabbed my sleeve, pulled me away into the shadows and said, "Well just because we are going to be living together for the whole year and we'll have to plan dances and stuff, I was wondering if we could not call each other rude names and be more civil towards each other?"
My mouth dropped open in surprise and my eyebrows rose into my bangs as I replied, "Draco, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that. That would be great if we could be civil and stuff to each other. It would make rooming with you so much better."
"Just because I want to be civil towards you does not mean, however, that I am going to link arms with you and skip down the hallways on the way to Potions class," snarled Draco.
I laughed and said, "Of course not. I understand."
"Good," snapped Draco as he turned away from me and started to walk away.
"I'll see you at school, then?" I shouted after him.
Draco gave me a small wave with out looking back at me and walked back into the Leaky Cauldron.
DRACO'S POV
I walked back into the Leaky Cauldron with a disgusted look on my face. I had hidden it from the Mudblood, but I wanted to make sure that my father saw it, and when he did he let out a small laugh.
"Was it really that bad, my boy?" asked Lucius when I sat down a chair in the room.
"Draco, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that," I mimicked in a mock tone of voice that made my father laugh harder.
"What did you say to her, son?" asked my father curiously.
"I just told her that because we were going to be sharing a common room for the year, being civil to each other would make our stay more enjoyable," I muttered as I pulled a strand of my hair away from my eyes.
"Good, so you will owl me when you make her fall in love with you?" questioned Lucius in a business like tone.
"Do I have to do this?" I whined.
Lucius gave me a glare and said, "Draco, remember it's the Dark Lord's plan so you must carry through with it. Remember once the plan is finished we will be rewarded."
"With what?" I asked.
"We earn the Dark Lord's approval, son. That is our reward," answered Lucius.
"Damn. I thought we would be getting money. I need the extra dough," muttered Draco disappointedly.
"Then you should ask me for some," hissed Lucius as he pulled a black drawstring bag out of his robe which was filled with gold Knuts and threw them at me and I caught. "Whenever you need any money just owl me. I'm sure dating that Mudblood is going to take a lot out of your pocket. Treat her well Draco, better than Potter would."
"That will be difficult for me, father. He treats her pretty well," I sighed as I watched Harry and Ron coming back, Harry looking rather angry probably because Weasley showed him something that was stupid and pointless.
"You are far better looking than Potter. If you treat her like he does I'm sure she'll fall for you," protested Lucius as he firmly placed a hand upon my shoulder. "It is time to go home, son. Let's go."
I took one last glance at Hermione, who was becoming angry at Harry for ditching her, then took a hold of the signet ring on my father's hand.
"Should activate in three.two.one," counted my father.
I felt a pull behind my navel and my feet lifted off the ground. My father and I swirled around in space until finally our feet slammed down into the marble floor of Malfoy Manor. We were home at last.
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SEPTEMBER 1st, The Great Hall (after the Sorting Ceremony at the Feast)
"Please pass the mashed potatoes, Hermione," Neville mumbled through a mouthful of chicken.
"Mmmm," Hermione mumbled as she stared dreamily at the Slytherin table.
A certain blonde haired man with blue eyes was also stealing glances at her, although he kept hitting himself mentally for doing so.
After a few seconds of not being passed the potatoes, Neville asked again, "Hermione would you please be so kind and pass me the mashed potatoes?"
Harry, who was sitting next to Hermione, grabbed the potatoes and passed them to Neville.
"Thanks Harry," said Neville and Harry mumbled a quick your welcome.
"Hermione?" questioned Harry. "Earth to Hermione!"
Harry waved his hand in front of her face and snapped his fingers a few times until she finally came out of her trance.
"Oh my gosh, what did you ask me Harry?" said Hermione suddenly aware that she had been staring.
"Well Neville asked you to pass the mashed potatoes but all you've been doing since we got here is looking at the Slytherin table," snapped Harry.
"Oh my god! I have!" gasped Hermione as she clamped a hand over her mouth.
"What has gotten into you, Hermione?" questioned Harry as he furrowed his eyebrows and waited for her response.
"Um, well," stuttered Hermione. "It's just Draco asked me two days ago if we could be civil towards each other since we were going to be living together. Guess I'm still kind of stunned that he said that."
"What?!? Draco Malfoy civil!?!" yelled Harry.
"Sh! I know it's hard to comprehend, but we shall see what happens tonight when we go to our shared common room," said Hermione in a quiet whisper.
"But you were looking at him, Hermione. You were staring at that slimeball," Harry said nodding his head toward Malfoy.
"Well you have to admit, Harry. He has become more attractive," protested Hermione.
"And I haven't! As your boyfriend I don't appreciate you going around looking at other guys!" yelled Harry.
The whole school was watching the feuding couple so out of embarrassment and rage, Harry got up and left the table.
"Touchy, isn't he?" sneered a voice in Hermione's ear and she spun around.
There behind her, wearing the infamous Malfoy smirk on his face, stood Draco.
"Malf-erDraco! What the hell do you think you're doing sneaking up on me like that?!?" screamed Hermione when she realized he had heard part of her and Harry's conversation, her face blushing many shades of crimson.
"Professor McGonagall told me to come and get you for the meeting with all the Prefects," he said smoothly as he gave her another sneer and headed up towards the staff table.
"Draco!" yelled Hermione as she got up from the table and ran to catch up with him. "How much did you hear of our conversation?"
"Worried?" drawled Draco menacingly.
"Oh God, what did you hear?" asked Hermione worry sketched all over her face.
"Oh chill Grang-Hermione. All I heard was your boyfriend's outburst about how he doesn't appreciate you looking at other guys," laughed Draco.
Hermione sighed in relief, smiled and said a brief hello to all of the prefects who were standing around the staff table.
"This is a meeting to remind you of your duties at school. If a student is out late at night, give them a warning, write down their name, and if their out late again take off house points." McGonagall rambled.
Hermione couldn't pay much attention to McGonagall, she was too busy stealing glances at Draco and thinking she was the luckiest girl in the school because she got to spend the whole year with him.
"And now you will take the students to the appropriate dormitories, and I will take the two Heads to their dormitory," stated McGonagall as the prefects scattered and started yelling "Gryffindors this way!" or "Hufflepuffs please follow me!"
"Miss. Granger, Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall nodded curtly to both of them. "I trust you two will get over your differences and work together?"
The two of them nodded firmly and she said, "Right then, please follow me."
Draco and Hermione followed Professor McGonagall up to the fourth floor of the castle and walked to the end of the corridor where a painting of a very pretty girl hung.
"Hello," said the painting in a sappy voice. "What will your password be?"
Draco looked at Hermione questionably and said, "How about we make it something easy?"
"How about Apple Crisp?" asked Hermione.
"What's that?" asked Draco.
"It's a Muggle desert that I'm quite fond of," replied Hermione as she flung her hair out of her eyes.
"Fine, we'll make it Apple Crisp. It's easy to remember," mumbled Draco.
"Apple Crisp it is," said the portrait in that same sweet, sappy voice and it swung forward.
Hermione walked into the room with Draco right behind her and gasped. A huge common room with a bookcase, two desks, a sofa and an armchair filled her perspective. Red, gold, green, and silver adorned the room in many decorations and paintings.
"It looks like goddamn Christmas in here," muttered Draco under his breath.
There was a flight of stairs that led off to the left and up to a door and there was also one off to the right that led up to another door. The door on the left had a metallic plate on it which read her name: Hermione Granger. She walked up the stairs, pushed open the door and saw a full sized bed with a gold comforter, white pillows, and a red canopy along with a mahogany dresser and a closet where she could put her clothes. She walked back downstairs and saw that Draco also looked amazed.
"Wow, this place is a lot better than my room at the Manor. The only thing that I don't like is that it looks like Christmas," muttered Draco as Hermione descended from downstairs.
"Yeah, it a lot nicer than my room as well," agreed Hermione as she walked over to the bookcase and started looking at the selection.
"So, uh, Hermione. How do you feel about being civil towards me? And please, tell me the truth," Draco said as he plopped down onto one of the couches his hands by his side.
Hermione sighed when she saw that she had read a majority of the books already, sat down next to him and said, "Well I think it's the right thing to do, being civil that is. Since we have to cooperate and work together a lot we minus well do it in a civil manner."
Hermione noticed that as she talked, the handsome Slytherin Prince kept on inching towards her and she felt a strong urge to pull him onto her and kiss him furiously.
"Hermione, I'm sorry that I was ever mean to you. Over the years you have become very pretty girl er woman and I regret that I've failed to notice that until now," Draco whispered as he took one of his fingers and gently caressed her cheek.
Hermione was speechless. Never in her life had she ever imagined Draco Malfoy, Prince of the Slytherins, complimenting her and telling her that he was sorry for ever being mean to her. They had been enemies for years now, why would he change that?
"Hermione, I've seen the error of my ways. I've changed over the summer. I realized I never want to be involved with the Dark Arts and stuff like my father. I don't want to be a Death Eater. I just want to be a normal kid with normal problems," Draco whispered into her ear.
"Ok ha ha Draco! Very funny joke, but that's enough," Hermione laughed timidly.
"It's not a joke," Draco said firmly. "Does this seem like a joke?"
He suddenly gently grabbed her face and kissed her passionately on the lips nudging her mouth open with his tongue and exploring every crevice of her mouth. To his surprise, she kissed him back. His hands gently caressed her back then he moved them to her hair where he weaved his fingers through the long, silky strands. They got so caught up in each other that Hermione lost her balance and fell off the couch breaking the kiss.
"Damn," she breathed as she sat on the floor, her hair and clothes disheveled.
"It's not a joke," Draco repeated to her as he got up off of the couch and walked to his room.
Hermione sat on the floor still stunned by what Draco had just done to her. She had been in heaven for two minutes kissing the guy who she thought was way out of her league.
"Damn he's a good kisser," she thought as she touched her lips and smiled. "Wait what am I thinking!?! I have a boyfriend! Oh my gosh I just cheated on Harry!"
She ran to her room, fell into the pillows, and started to cry, realizing what she had just done.
DRACO'S POV
When I entered my room I ran to the bathroom, grabbed my toothbrush, and started to brush my teeth violently. I couldn't believe that I had just french kissed the dirty Mudblood like that.
"Changed? What a bunch of bullshit," I thought savagely to myself as I spit out the foam, reapplied toothpaste to my brush and started to brush my teeth again. "She was a pretty good kisser though."
Realizing what I had just thought I spit out the toothpaste, walked over to the wall of the bathroom and knocked my head on it a couple of times muttering, "Stupid, evil, thoughts get out of my head."
After nearly giving myself a concussion, I realized how tired I was so I quickly undressed down to my boxers and got into bed.
"I hope this damn plan works, father. I hope it works," muttered Draco as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Draco and his father Lucius stood in a locked room, observing Harry and Hermione. Hermione was laughing about something Harry had said, and then leaned in and kissed him passionately.
"See that Draco?" snarled Lucius pointing to Hermione and Harry in disgust.
"Yeah, they're two dorks in love, so?" snapped Draco.
Draco wasn't really sure why his father had dragged him to the Leaky Cauldron and into this room just to watch the two lovebirds make out.
"They are essential to the Dark Lord's plan. Because Potter is in love with the Mudblood he is strong, but if they are torn apart he becomes weaker," explained his father. "I want you to break them apart, to make Potter weak and vulnerable so that the Dark Lord can attack him more easily. Pretend to love the Mudblood, sleep with her, you are a handsome boy I'm sure she will not be able to resist your charms."
"What?!? You want me to go out with that Mudblood?!? And sleep with her?!?" exclaimed Draco loudly in surprise and anger. "That's totally against everything that a Malfoy stands for! I'll be the laughing stock of all the Slytherins! Not to mention the two of us totally hate each other!"
Draco had become more and more like his father during the years, inheriting his charm as well as his horrible temper.
"I know it is, son, but it is the Dark Lord's request. You are to tell no one about our plan, not even your fellow Slytherins. I'm sorry about your social status but I'm sure once everything goes according to plans and Harry Potter is destroyed, you can dump the girl and regain your status," replied Lucius.
"Fine father, I will do it to please you and the Dark Lord," muttered Draco angrily.
"Good. Now the distraction to distract Harry from Hermione should be here soon. Ah, there he is," muttered Lucius as he watched Ron Weasley emerge from the shadows. "I don't think either of them knows that Weasley has pledged himself to the Dark Lord. It will be a shock once they find out," said Lucius with a small laugh.
The two of them watched as Harry left Hermione to go talk to Ron and Lucius said, "Go now, Draco. Good luck. Do not let me down."
"I will do my best," answered Draco. "I shall not disappoint you, father."
Draco walked out of the room without a backwards glance at his father and walked out of the front door of the Leaky Cauldron. He saw Hermione standing a little ways away from Harry and Ron and walked over towards her. He examined her body to get a glimpse of what he would be sleeping with and was rather impressed. Her body had definitely developed and he had to admit that she looked rather pretty. Ron gave Draco a knowing glance as he walked past them and said, "Come on mate, I've got to show you something! It's so cool!"
"But what about Hermione?" stuttered Harry.
Before Harry could turn around to get Hermione, Ron grabbed his sleeve and dragged him off towards the shops of London.
"Grang- uh Hermione, we have to talk," said Draco calmly and casually.
HERMIONE'S POV
I watched in a stupor as the hottest man in the whole school came striding towards me. As he causally brushed a strand of hair away from his face, I almost died thinking about how hot he looked when he did that.
"Is he coming to talk to me? What does he want?" I asked myself in my head. "Nah, he doesn't want to talk to me."
I started glancing around nervously hoping that he wouldn't notice I had been watching him. The thoughts in my head were confirmed when I heard him speak to me.
"Grang- uh Hermione, we have to talk," he said.
I was surprised. He had called me by my first name instead of the usual "Mudblood" insult.
"Y-y-yes?" I stuttered in astonishment.
Draco grabbed my sleeve, pulled me away into the shadows and said, "Well just because we are going to be living together for the whole year and we'll have to plan dances and stuff, I was wondering if we could not call each other rude names and be more civil towards each other?"
My mouth dropped open in surprise and my eyebrows rose into my bangs as I replied, "Draco, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that. That would be great if we could be civil and stuff to each other. It would make rooming with you so much better."
"Just because I want to be civil towards you does not mean, however, that I am going to link arms with you and skip down the hallways on the way to Potions class," snarled Draco.
I laughed and said, "Of course not. I understand."
"Good," snapped Draco as he turned away from me and started to walk away.
"I'll see you at school, then?" I shouted after him.
Draco gave me a small wave with out looking back at me and walked back into the Leaky Cauldron.
DRACO'S POV
I walked back into the Leaky Cauldron with a disgusted look on my face. I had hidden it from the Mudblood, but I wanted to make sure that my father saw it, and when he did he let out a small laugh.
"Was it really that bad, my boy?" asked Lucius when I sat down a chair in the room.
"Draco, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that," I mimicked in a mock tone of voice that made my father laugh harder.
"What did you say to her, son?" asked my father curiously.
"I just told her that because we were going to be sharing a common room for the year, being civil to each other would make our stay more enjoyable," I muttered as I pulled a strand of my hair away from my eyes.
"Good, so you will owl me when you make her fall in love with you?" questioned Lucius in a business like tone.
"Do I have to do this?" I whined.
Lucius gave me a glare and said, "Draco, remember it's the Dark Lord's plan so you must carry through with it. Remember once the plan is finished we will be rewarded."
"With what?" I asked.
"We earn the Dark Lord's approval, son. That is our reward," answered Lucius.
"Damn. I thought we would be getting money. I need the extra dough," muttered Draco disappointedly.
"Then you should ask me for some," hissed Lucius as he pulled a black drawstring bag out of his robe which was filled with gold Knuts and threw them at me and I caught. "Whenever you need any money just owl me. I'm sure dating that Mudblood is going to take a lot out of your pocket. Treat her well Draco, better than Potter would."
"That will be difficult for me, father. He treats her pretty well," I sighed as I watched Harry and Ron coming back, Harry looking rather angry probably because Weasley showed him something that was stupid and pointless.
"You are far better looking than Potter. If you treat her like he does I'm sure she'll fall for you," protested Lucius as he firmly placed a hand upon my shoulder. "It is time to go home, son. Let's go."
I took one last glance at Hermione, who was becoming angry at Harry for ditching her, then took a hold of the signet ring on my father's hand.
"Should activate in three.two.one," counted my father.
I felt a pull behind my navel and my feet lifted off the ground. My father and I swirled around in space until finally our feet slammed down into the marble floor of Malfoy Manor. We were home at last.
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SEPTEMBER 1st, The Great Hall (after the Sorting Ceremony at the Feast)
"Please pass the mashed potatoes, Hermione," Neville mumbled through a mouthful of chicken.
"Mmmm," Hermione mumbled as she stared dreamily at the Slytherin table.
A certain blonde haired man with blue eyes was also stealing glances at her, although he kept hitting himself mentally for doing so.
After a few seconds of not being passed the potatoes, Neville asked again, "Hermione would you please be so kind and pass me the mashed potatoes?"
Harry, who was sitting next to Hermione, grabbed the potatoes and passed them to Neville.
"Thanks Harry," said Neville and Harry mumbled a quick your welcome.
"Hermione?" questioned Harry. "Earth to Hermione!"
Harry waved his hand in front of her face and snapped his fingers a few times until she finally came out of her trance.
"Oh my gosh, what did you ask me Harry?" said Hermione suddenly aware that she had been staring.
"Well Neville asked you to pass the mashed potatoes but all you've been doing since we got here is looking at the Slytherin table," snapped Harry.
"Oh my god! I have!" gasped Hermione as she clamped a hand over her mouth.
"What has gotten into you, Hermione?" questioned Harry as he furrowed his eyebrows and waited for her response.
"Um, well," stuttered Hermione. "It's just Draco asked me two days ago if we could be civil towards each other since we were going to be living together. Guess I'm still kind of stunned that he said that."
"What?!? Draco Malfoy civil!?!" yelled Harry.
"Sh! I know it's hard to comprehend, but we shall see what happens tonight when we go to our shared common room," said Hermione in a quiet whisper.
"But you were looking at him, Hermione. You were staring at that slimeball," Harry said nodding his head toward Malfoy.
"Well you have to admit, Harry. He has become more attractive," protested Hermione.
"And I haven't! As your boyfriend I don't appreciate you going around looking at other guys!" yelled Harry.
The whole school was watching the feuding couple so out of embarrassment and rage, Harry got up and left the table.
"Touchy, isn't he?" sneered a voice in Hermione's ear and she spun around.
There behind her, wearing the infamous Malfoy smirk on his face, stood Draco.
"Malf-erDraco! What the hell do you think you're doing sneaking up on me like that?!?" screamed Hermione when she realized he had heard part of her and Harry's conversation, her face blushing many shades of crimson.
"Professor McGonagall told me to come and get you for the meeting with all the Prefects," he said smoothly as he gave her another sneer and headed up towards the staff table.
"Draco!" yelled Hermione as she got up from the table and ran to catch up with him. "How much did you hear of our conversation?"
"Worried?" drawled Draco menacingly.
"Oh God, what did you hear?" asked Hermione worry sketched all over her face.
"Oh chill Grang-Hermione. All I heard was your boyfriend's outburst about how he doesn't appreciate you looking at other guys," laughed Draco.
Hermione sighed in relief, smiled and said a brief hello to all of the prefects who were standing around the staff table.
"This is a meeting to remind you of your duties at school. If a student is out late at night, give them a warning, write down their name, and if their out late again take off house points." McGonagall rambled.
Hermione couldn't pay much attention to McGonagall, she was too busy stealing glances at Draco and thinking she was the luckiest girl in the school because she got to spend the whole year with him.
"And now you will take the students to the appropriate dormitories, and I will take the two Heads to their dormitory," stated McGonagall as the prefects scattered and started yelling "Gryffindors this way!" or "Hufflepuffs please follow me!"
"Miss. Granger, Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall nodded curtly to both of them. "I trust you two will get over your differences and work together?"
The two of them nodded firmly and she said, "Right then, please follow me."
Draco and Hermione followed Professor McGonagall up to the fourth floor of the castle and walked to the end of the corridor where a painting of a very pretty girl hung.
"Hello," said the painting in a sappy voice. "What will your password be?"
Draco looked at Hermione questionably and said, "How about we make it something easy?"
"How about Apple Crisp?" asked Hermione.
"What's that?" asked Draco.
"It's a Muggle desert that I'm quite fond of," replied Hermione as she flung her hair out of her eyes.
"Fine, we'll make it Apple Crisp. It's easy to remember," mumbled Draco.
"Apple Crisp it is," said the portrait in that same sweet, sappy voice and it swung forward.
Hermione walked into the room with Draco right behind her and gasped. A huge common room with a bookcase, two desks, a sofa and an armchair filled her perspective. Red, gold, green, and silver adorned the room in many decorations and paintings.
"It looks like goddamn Christmas in here," muttered Draco under his breath.
There was a flight of stairs that led off to the left and up to a door and there was also one off to the right that led up to another door. The door on the left had a metallic plate on it which read her name: Hermione Granger. She walked up the stairs, pushed open the door and saw a full sized bed with a gold comforter, white pillows, and a red canopy along with a mahogany dresser and a closet where she could put her clothes. She walked back downstairs and saw that Draco also looked amazed.
"Wow, this place is a lot better than my room at the Manor. The only thing that I don't like is that it looks like Christmas," muttered Draco as Hermione descended from downstairs.
"Yeah, it a lot nicer than my room as well," agreed Hermione as she walked over to the bookcase and started looking at the selection.
"So, uh, Hermione. How do you feel about being civil towards me? And please, tell me the truth," Draco said as he plopped down onto one of the couches his hands by his side.
Hermione sighed when she saw that she had read a majority of the books already, sat down next to him and said, "Well I think it's the right thing to do, being civil that is. Since we have to cooperate and work together a lot we minus well do it in a civil manner."
Hermione noticed that as she talked, the handsome Slytherin Prince kept on inching towards her and she felt a strong urge to pull him onto her and kiss him furiously.
"Hermione, I'm sorry that I was ever mean to you. Over the years you have become very pretty girl er woman and I regret that I've failed to notice that until now," Draco whispered as he took one of his fingers and gently caressed her cheek.
Hermione was speechless. Never in her life had she ever imagined Draco Malfoy, Prince of the Slytherins, complimenting her and telling her that he was sorry for ever being mean to her. They had been enemies for years now, why would he change that?
"Hermione, I've seen the error of my ways. I've changed over the summer. I realized I never want to be involved with the Dark Arts and stuff like my father. I don't want to be a Death Eater. I just want to be a normal kid with normal problems," Draco whispered into her ear.
"Ok ha ha Draco! Very funny joke, but that's enough," Hermione laughed timidly.
"It's not a joke," Draco said firmly. "Does this seem like a joke?"
He suddenly gently grabbed her face and kissed her passionately on the lips nudging her mouth open with his tongue and exploring every crevice of her mouth. To his surprise, she kissed him back. His hands gently caressed her back then he moved them to her hair where he weaved his fingers through the long, silky strands. They got so caught up in each other that Hermione lost her balance and fell off the couch breaking the kiss.
"Damn," she breathed as she sat on the floor, her hair and clothes disheveled.
"It's not a joke," Draco repeated to her as he got up off of the couch and walked to his room.
Hermione sat on the floor still stunned by what Draco had just done to her. She had been in heaven for two minutes kissing the guy who she thought was way out of her league.
"Damn he's a good kisser," she thought as she touched her lips and smiled. "Wait what am I thinking!?! I have a boyfriend! Oh my gosh I just cheated on Harry!"
She ran to her room, fell into the pillows, and started to cry, realizing what she had just done.
DRACO'S POV
When I entered my room I ran to the bathroom, grabbed my toothbrush, and started to brush my teeth violently. I couldn't believe that I had just french kissed the dirty Mudblood like that.
"Changed? What a bunch of bullshit," I thought savagely to myself as I spit out the foam, reapplied toothpaste to my brush and started to brush my teeth again. "She was a pretty good kisser though."
Realizing what I had just thought I spit out the toothpaste, walked over to the wall of the bathroom and knocked my head on it a couple of times muttering, "Stupid, evil, thoughts get out of my head."
After nearly giving myself a concussion, I realized how tired I was so I quickly undressed down to my boxers and got into bed.
"I hope this damn plan works, father. I hope it works," muttered Draco as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
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I know, I know another cliffhanger. Had some romance between H/Dr in this chappie though. More to come soon! Suggestions, comments, and even flames are appreciated because I'll just laugh at them. REVIEW! Press the tiny button that fanfic.net placed down on the left hand side of the screen for your convenience and REVIEW!