Fatal Affairs

Sorry it took me so long, but I had to translate it and then send it to my beta-reader. So it took a while. But finally, here is it.

Thanks to my beta-reader dragonsprincess. She makes this text readable.

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Goodnight

'That little bouncing ferret! If he did something to her, I will kill him!!!' Harry thought furiously, as he raced through the corridors. Mentally, he was already planning a cruel and painful way of punishing Malfoy. What about a little nice curse…?

Panting hard, he reached the door of the classroom. There he waited and listened for any possible sounds of a fight. But there was nothing. 'He wouldn't…!' Harry thought, kicking the door open with a loud bang.

Gasping, Hermione slipped out of Draco's arms. "Harry, I…"

But Harry didn't hear her. Blindly he attacked Draco, who was so shocked that he was unable to defend himself.

"You prat, what did you do to Hermione?! I'll curse your ass off if you've hurt her!!!"

"Harry, stop it!", Hermione yelled. Then she laid her arms around Harry's waist and with all her strength she dragged him away from the utterly dazed blond boy.

"Harry, nothing happened. He didn't hurt me." Harry looked in her face, her cheeks were burning reddish and in her eyes he could see that she was shocked. "Come on, let's go, Harry." Hermione said, dragging him to the door, but not without giving Draco, who was still lay on the floor an apologetic look. But (luckily for her) Harry didn't notice.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked, with a worried look in her eyes.

"Maybe I should ask you the same question," he replied. "What did the ferret want from you, Herm?"

She hastily averted her eyes, so that he wouldn't see her cheeks burning .

"Did he annoy you? Oh, I will get him for this!" Harry was actually turning to run back, but Hermione prevented this by holding on to his cloak.

"It was nothing. He.. er… he wanted me to do his homework." Hermione said.

Harry observed her quietly. As he spoke, his voice sounded harsh, but he made himself keep it under control again.

"Well, you should just have slapped him."

"Hmm, I think, you managed that for me, didn't you", she said grinning. They walked the rest of the way to their common room in silence.

Arduously Draco got to his feet. 'Wow, Pothead can really knock you out. Who would have thought? But what wouldn't I do for her', he thought with a softening expression, while looking carefully around the corridor to see if it was empty. Without paying attention to the ache in his belly he ran unobtrusively to the dungeons.

As they walked through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room, they saw Ron sitting in an armchair by the fire.

"Hermione! Harry! Where have you been?"He asked.

"Oh, we just strolled around, sweetheart", Harry replied with a girlish sing-song voice. The view of Rons disgusted face made him laugh.

Neither he nor Hermione found it necessary to tell Ron what had happened minutes ago.

He would just get excited and then he would act like a madman.

Then Harry remembered, where, or better, whom Ron had been with. Slyly he asked him,

"And where you a while ago? You weren't in our dormitory."

Now it was Ron, who blushed. "Well, I forgot my book in Potions… and you know… the essay… I needed the book for it…"

"Oh, all right, Ron." Harry said, not sounding convinced at all.

Hermione had used that time to slowly walked backwards to the stairs that led to her dorm and mentioned that she was tired and would go to bed. Both of the boys told her goodnight and went also to their dorm.

"Phew, that was to close for comfort", Hermione sighed and pulled her nightdress on. If Harry had appeared seconds earlier, she would have needed a good explanation. How would she have explained that she, Hermione Grander, and he Draco Malfoy, Gryffindor's Enemy '#1, had been kissing?

As she thought of this a smile crept over her face. Slowly she slipped under her blanket and remembered how his gray eyes had gleamed, how soft his lips had been…

***flashback***

Monday, two weeks ago

She just walked out of her last lesson of the day, Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Dumbledore hadn't managed to find a new teacher for this subject, so he himself taught them now. After all, he was known as "the greatest wizard of modern times".

Suddenly, somebody behind her touched her by the shoulder.

"Listen, Granger, I have to talk to you." A familiar male voice said.

Confused she turned around, because the person, to whom this voice belonged, wouldn't have talked to her. It was inconceivable.

But she was right.

In front of her stood, cool and cold, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin houses most notorious member.

"What?!" Hermione asked. "The great Draco Malfoy is so kind to speak to a lowly Muggle-born? A Non-Pureblood? Are you ill, Malfoy?" She eyed him suspiciously. Surely he was up to something that would make her life hell.

Draco looked down on her, obviously nettled. His eyes showed no feelings and his otherwise sensual mouth was pressed to a thin white line. "Shut up and listen, Granger", was his only comment. Annoyed she drew her eyebrows together.

"What do you want?" she asked coldly.

"Nothing you could give me, Mudblood, but that's not the point", he answered with an evil grin. "I'm going to offer you a deal. Although I'm incredibly intelligent my grades in Transfiguration aren't satisfactory, but that's just because of the teacher. So, here's the deal. You help me with Transfiguration and I will manage to bring Snape to treat you fair in Potions."

Hermione didn't know what was more amazing: Malfoy's self-confidence or his offer to help her dealing with Snape. Moments passed while she was stared unbelievingly at him. Finally he lost his patience and dropped his hand from her shoulder.

"Think about it, Granger." With that he turned and walked down the corridor. 'Oh Boy', was all Hermione could think.

***end of flashback***

Almost asleep she thought back to the day two weeks ago, when he had stopped her on the corridor. In the meantime several things had changed. With her thoughts still on Draco she drifted to sleep, with a small smile playing on her lips.

Harry laid awake in his bed and listened to Ron's steady breathing. The fact that he was snoring didn't help. 'Why hadn't Ron told me about him and Lavender?'Harry thought. 'And anyway, Ron and Lavender? I always thought, he had a thing for Hermione. The way he acted last year, when Victor Krum was here in Hogwarts… I expected him to finally tell her about his feelings.

But probably he doesn't even realize his feelings.' Harry stayed awake for a long time, disappointed by the fact that his best friend didn't seem to find it necessary to tell him about his new girlfriend.

'Tomorrow morning I will ask him about it', was his last thought.

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Thanks to all reviewers. It helps me to translate faster ;) Sorry if I don't mention all of your names. That doesn't mean that I don't want your reviews.

@ doodle: Don't worry; the fist chapter was just some kind of prologue. The next chapters will be longer, similar to this.

@ Anime Goddess

1. Thanks for showing me my mistake. I've corrected it.

2. What else has Snape to do after his lessons? Meet his girlfriend? ;) So he could also make such plans, or? How knows? In German, the sentence had a slightly different meaning, but I had to change it a little bit.

3. No offense taken. But I'm not a writer who mentions all the details in the first chapter. The other people in the commonroom are not important for the story, so I just don't write about them.

You will see in this chapter, in which year the story takes place. It's not explicitly, but it's mentioned. I personally don't like storys which begin with: It was their seventh year and it was winter.

@ HGWhiteTigerDM: Thanks. Don't worry, there will be more chapters.