Author's Note - This story is getting harder and harder to write. Well, in this chapter, there's going to be a touch of Hermione/Draco action. But don't worry, it's the first of many.
Chapter Thirteen
The Challenge
Hermione expected to wake up in the hospital wing again, but when she finally woke up about four hours later, she was in her room, on her bed. Hermione chuckled at what she saw next.
It seemed as if Blaise, Pansy and Millicent fell asleep waiting for her to wake up. Blaise was on the left side of Hermione's bed while Pansy was on the right. Millicent was near the edge of the bed, curled up. Hermione looked at the clock, it was 4:30 pm.
She heard a moan...... a deep one. Hermione knew it wasn't any of the girls. She looked around and there, sitting on of the armchairs in her room, next to her fireplace, was Draco, fast asleep. She wondered what he was doing here.
Hermione quietly got up, without waking any of them. She got a piece of parchment and scribbled a quick note:
See you guys at six for dinner. Thanks so much for staying with me, you really didn't have to, but I appreciate the gesture. Thank you once again!
She put the note on her pillow, where her head was when she was sleeping. Her grandmother's letter was sill on the floor. It looked as if they didn't read it. Hermione picked it up and put it on her desk. She took her wand and tidied herself up before leaving to take a walk on the grounds.
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Hermione sat down on a large rock near the lake.
Was she dreaming? Could all of this really be happening? It was so much to take in. First, she found out she was royalty, then, she found out her parents were wizards. Ron and Harry had also completely disowned her as their friends and Slytherins had taken their place. Then came the most shocking of them all. She was a Riddle. Directly related to Voldemort himself.
She sat there for a long time, simply thinking and watching as the sun set. After a while, she realized she was cold. It was 5:50, so she decided to begin walking to the Great Hall for dinner.
She decided to sit with Pansy, Blaise and Millicent. They gave her a long hug before allowing her to sit down. She expected Dumbledore to make an announcement about her parent's death, but he didn't. And for that, Hermione was glad.
As she started to eat, Hermione suddenly remembered something. "Blaise, what did you find out? You know, that thing you were about to tell me."
"Oh, yes," replied Blaise, "remember how on the train, I said that I thought I had seen you somewhere? Well I did. I found this when I was doing a bit of unpacking." she put a hand in her robes and pulled out an old picture.
"She's my great-aunt," continued Blaise, "it was taken when she was around 23. She died though. Her name's Aurora. It's really eerie how much she looks like you."
Hermione gasped at the name and looked at the picture. The woman in the picture was sitting on an armchair, reading a book. She wore a blue, knee length skirt with a white button up blouse. She wore robes the same shade of blue as her skirt over it. The woman had Hermione's flawless face and they both shared the same facial features, except the woman had deep blue eyes. It had the same sparkle Hermione's honey eyes had. She had Hermione's light brown hair that ended in ringlets. The woman was looking at her and laughing, as if laughing at the person talking the picture.
Hermione looked up. "This is my grandmother. That's why I look so much like her."
Hermione saw their eyes widen. " I'll tell you after dinner, just come to my room, the password is animagus. You might have to wait a while though, I have to see what assignment I missed.
After dinner, Hermione went up to the head table so she could find out what her assignments were. By the time she was done, Blaise, Pansy and Millicent were already on their way to Hermione's room.
Hermione began walking to her room. The halls were not too crowded. She only passed by a couple of groups of people talking.
Hermione was walking down a corridor when she felt a hand grab her. She was spun around by that person. She felt her back softly graze the wall. She looked at her captor.
"Malfoy," she said smoothly, "is this what you do in your free time? Sneak up on girls?"
"I tried to talk to you earlier, but you wouldn't listen to me," her nervously ran his fingers through his golden hair.
Hermione felt her knees weaken. He looked wonderful doing that. Hermione tried to walk away but he put his right hand on the wall, blocking her. She tried to go the other way, but he had already blocked her escape routes with both his arms.
"You corner girls in deserted corridors now Malfoy?"
"Just listen to me," he growled.
"No. You listen to me Malfoy. Weren't you the one who said you wanted us to stay away from each- " Hermione was cut off because at that moment Draco had pressed his lips right onto Hermione's.
Hermione gasped but Draco used that moment to enter her mouth with his tongue. It only took Hermione a few seconds to respond. She put her arms around his neck as his put his hands on her hips, pushing her back so that her back was firmly against the wall.
"Why....must...you......be so....difficult?" asked Draco between kisses. Draco started kissing her jawline, moving down to her neck.
"Well....if you.......weren't...........such an...........asshole," she replied between gasps.
Draco responded by lightly bitting her neck, making her gasp once more.
Hermione didn't know why, but she was turned on by this. She knew it was dangerous, making out in a corridor, but the feeling of the risk of getting caought intrigued and excited her. After a few seconds of more mindless kissing, Hermione realized what she was doing and pushed him away.
"You seduced me once, don't think you have the smarts to do it again."
Draco's puzzled look turned into an interested one.
"Is that a challenge?" he asked.
Hermione decided to test her daring. She smirked and started to walk back to her room.
Draco watched her retreating back and smirked.
And that's how the challenge began.
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Hermione could still feel her lips tingling even when she reached the portrait. Before going in, she made sure her front shoulder blade was covered.
She said the password and went in. She went to her room and saw the three girls sitting on her bed, chatting. Hermione sat down and joined them.
"Well, I thought you guys should know something, I just found out today." Hermione got up again and went to her desk, getting her grandmother's letter. She handed it to them and they immediately began reading it.
Hermione saw their eyes widen as they read the letter. Hermione felt tears welling up in her eyes once more. She managed to push the memory of the letter in the back of her mind during dinner, but now, she felt the pain return. By the time they finished reading the letter, Hermione was crying softly.
"Oh Hermione," said a stunned Blaise. "Wow. I can't believe it."
"I don't know what to do," replied Hermione as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. Millicent passed her a box of tissues.
"I read the article in the Daily Prophet," said Pansy reluctantly. "They said the accident was caused by a drunk muggle driving. He was the one that caused the chain collision your parents were in."
Hermione was stunned. A muggle? A muggle was able to cause the deaths of two full grown wizards? One who was the son of one the most powerful wizards who ever lived? And the other? Who was royalty? At the moment, Hermione felt something she had never felt towards muggles. Extreme hate. Tears continued to fall from Hermione's eyes. They weren't just tears of sadness, they were also bitter tears filled with hate.
After about a quarter of an hour of comforting her, they left Hermione so she could have some time alone.
Hermione curled up in her bed and allowed the tears to continue falling.
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Draco was sitting in their common room. Blaise and Millicent left fifteen minutes ago, but Draco could still hear Hermione's stifled sobs.
He wanted nothing more than to comfort her, but he knew that wasn't possible. A week ago, he could have done so. How did their relationship go from sweet and innocent to forbidden and sensual in less than a week?
No girl had ever left him feeling so confused. Wasn't he the one that said he wanted to stay away from her? To forget about her completely? Now look at what he was doing. He was doing the complete opposite. He was trying to seduce her once again. He just couldn't stay away from her. She was just so alluring.
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Hermione lay in her bed, sniffling. Her world had completely turned upside down. What was she going to do? Hermione could tell that her hatred of muggles was growing. She couldn't explain the loathing the felt towards the lot of them. And the Potters. She loathed them the most. They caused her life to be this way. James Potter caused her grandmother's death. The grandmother she could have known. The Potters were the cause of her parents going into hiding. If it weren't of them, she would have lived her whole life knowing her heritage. She would make them pay.
In the midst of this all. She smiled at the thought of her challenge with Draco. She didn't know what came over her. She knew that it was wrong, that she could get caught, but that's what excited her.
She thought of her parent's funeral, which would take place the day after tomorrow. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, but she held them back.
Hermione remembered what her grandmother said about her grandfather.....Tom.... Lord Voldemort. She knew what she was going to do. She got up and went to her desk and began writing a letter to her grandmother. She was going to meet him.
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Sorry for any mistakes. I was in a hurry. Hope you liked it. Tell me what you think.
Chapter Thirteen
The Challenge
Hermione expected to wake up in the hospital wing again, but when she finally woke up about four hours later, she was in her room, on her bed. Hermione chuckled at what she saw next.
It seemed as if Blaise, Pansy and Millicent fell asleep waiting for her to wake up. Blaise was on the left side of Hermione's bed while Pansy was on the right. Millicent was near the edge of the bed, curled up. Hermione looked at the clock, it was 4:30 pm.
She heard a moan...... a deep one. Hermione knew it wasn't any of the girls. She looked around and there, sitting on of the armchairs in her room, next to her fireplace, was Draco, fast asleep. She wondered what he was doing here.
Hermione quietly got up, without waking any of them. She got a piece of parchment and scribbled a quick note:
See you guys at six for dinner. Thanks so much for staying with me, you really didn't have to, but I appreciate the gesture. Thank you once again!
She put the note on her pillow, where her head was when she was sleeping. Her grandmother's letter was sill on the floor. It looked as if they didn't read it. Hermione picked it up and put it on her desk. She took her wand and tidied herself up before leaving to take a walk on the grounds.
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Hermione sat down on a large rock near the lake.
Was she dreaming? Could all of this really be happening? It was so much to take in. First, she found out she was royalty, then, she found out her parents were wizards. Ron and Harry had also completely disowned her as their friends and Slytherins had taken their place. Then came the most shocking of them all. She was a Riddle. Directly related to Voldemort himself.
She sat there for a long time, simply thinking and watching as the sun set. After a while, she realized she was cold. It was 5:50, so she decided to begin walking to the Great Hall for dinner.
She decided to sit with Pansy, Blaise and Millicent. They gave her a long hug before allowing her to sit down. She expected Dumbledore to make an announcement about her parent's death, but he didn't. And for that, Hermione was glad.
As she started to eat, Hermione suddenly remembered something. "Blaise, what did you find out? You know, that thing you were about to tell me."
"Oh, yes," replied Blaise, "remember how on the train, I said that I thought I had seen you somewhere? Well I did. I found this when I was doing a bit of unpacking." she put a hand in her robes and pulled out an old picture.
"She's my great-aunt," continued Blaise, "it was taken when she was around 23. She died though. Her name's Aurora. It's really eerie how much she looks like you."
Hermione gasped at the name and looked at the picture. The woman in the picture was sitting on an armchair, reading a book. She wore a blue, knee length skirt with a white button up blouse. She wore robes the same shade of blue as her skirt over it. The woman had Hermione's flawless face and they both shared the same facial features, except the woman had deep blue eyes. It had the same sparkle Hermione's honey eyes had. She had Hermione's light brown hair that ended in ringlets. The woman was looking at her and laughing, as if laughing at the person talking the picture.
Hermione looked up. "This is my grandmother. That's why I look so much like her."
Hermione saw their eyes widen. " I'll tell you after dinner, just come to my room, the password is animagus. You might have to wait a while though, I have to see what assignment I missed.
After dinner, Hermione went up to the head table so she could find out what her assignments were. By the time she was done, Blaise, Pansy and Millicent were already on their way to Hermione's room.
Hermione began walking to her room. The halls were not too crowded. She only passed by a couple of groups of people talking.
Hermione was walking down a corridor when she felt a hand grab her. She was spun around by that person. She felt her back softly graze the wall. She looked at her captor.
"Malfoy," she said smoothly, "is this what you do in your free time? Sneak up on girls?"
"I tried to talk to you earlier, but you wouldn't listen to me," her nervously ran his fingers through his golden hair.
Hermione felt her knees weaken. He looked wonderful doing that. Hermione tried to walk away but he put his right hand on the wall, blocking her. She tried to go the other way, but he had already blocked her escape routes with both his arms.
"You corner girls in deserted corridors now Malfoy?"
"Just listen to me," he growled.
"No. You listen to me Malfoy. Weren't you the one who said you wanted us to stay away from each- " Hermione was cut off because at that moment Draco had pressed his lips right onto Hermione's.
Hermione gasped but Draco used that moment to enter her mouth with his tongue. It only took Hermione a few seconds to respond. She put her arms around his neck as his put his hands on her hips, pushing her back so that her back was firmly against the wall.
"Why....must...you......be so....difficult?" asked Draco between kisses. Draco started kissing her jawline, moving down to her neck.
"Well....if you.......weren't...........such an...........asshole," she replied between gasps.
Draco responded by lightly bitting her neck, making her gasp once more.
Hermione didn't know why, but she was turned on by this. She knew it was dangerous, making out in a corridor, but the feeling of the risk of getting caought intrigued and excited her. After a few seconds of more mindless kissing, Hermione realized what she was doing and pushed him away.
"You seduced me once, don't think you have the smarts to do it again."
Draco's puzzled look turned into an interested one.
"Is that a challenge?" he asked.
Hermione decided to test her daring. She smirked and started to walk back to her room.
Draco watched her retreating back and smirked.
And that's how the challenge began.
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Hermione could still feel her lips tingling even when she reached the portrait. Before going in, she made sure her front shoulder blade was covered.
She said the password and went in. She went to her room and saw the three girls sitting on her bed, chatting. Hermione sat down and joined them.
"Well, I thought you guys should know something, I just found out today." Hermione got up again and went to her desk, getting her grandmother's letter. She handed it to them and they immediately began reading it.
Hermione saw their eyes widen as they read the letter. Hermione felt tears welling up in her eyes once more. She managed to push the memory of the letter in the back of her mind during dinner, but now, she felt the pain return. By the time they finished reading the letter, Hermione was crying softly.
"Oh Hermione," said a stunned Blaise. "Wow. I can't believe it."
"I don't know what to do," replied Hermione as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. Millicent passed her a box of tissues.
"I read the article in the Daily Prophet," said Pansy reluctantly. "They said the accident was caused by a drunk muggle driving. He was the one that caused the chain collision your parents were in."
Hermione was stunned. A muggle? A muggle was able to cause the deaths of two full grown wizards? One who was the son of one the most powerful wizards who ever lived? And the other? Who was royalty? At the moment, Hermione felt something she had never felt towards muggles. Extreme hate. Tears continued to fall from Hermione's eyes. They weren't just tears of sadness, they were also bitter tears filled with hate.
After about a quarter of an hour of comforting her, they left Hermione so she could have some time alone.
Hermione curled up in her bed and allowed the tears to continue falling.
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Draco was sitting in their common room. Blaise and Millicent left fifteen minutes ago, but Draco could still hear Hermione's stifled sobs.
He wanted nothing more than to comfort her, but he knew that wasn't possible. A week ago, he could have done so. How did their relationship go from sweet and innocent to forbidden and sensual in less than a week?
No girl had ever left him feeling so confused. Wasn't he the one that said he wanted to stay away from her? To forget about her completely? Now look at what he was doing. He was doing the complete opposite. He was trying to seduce her once again. He just couldn't stay away from her. She was just so alluring.
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Hermione lay in her bed, sniffling. Her world had completely turned upside down. What was she going to do? Hermione could tell that her hatred of muggles was growing. She couldn't explain the loathing the felt towards the lot of them. And the Potters. She loathed them the most. They caused her life to be this way. James Potter caused her grandmother's death. The grandmother she could have known. The Potters were the cause of her parents going into hiding. If it weren't of them, she would have lived her whole life knowing her heritage. She would make them pay.
In the midst of this all. She smiled at the thought of her challenge with Draco. She didn't know what came over her. She knew that it was wrong, that she could get caught, but that's what excited her.
She thought of her parent's funeral, which would take place the day after tomorrow. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, but she held them back.
Hermione remembered what her grandmother said about her grandfather.....Tom.... Lord Voldemort. She knew what she was going to do. She got up and went to her desk and began writing a letter to her grandmother. She was going to meet him.
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Sorry for any mistakes. I was in a hurry. Hope you liked it. Tell me what you think.