AHAHAHAHA, THE SEDUCTION CONTINUES WITH A BIT OF DRACO AND HERMIONE
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Chapter 2. Suicidal Act
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She climbed out of the train and climbed an empty carriage. She looked at the threstals pulling it outside. They were creepy. . . . .and it was a reminder of death. Death of her mother.
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Hermione gripped her wand as she felt the death and pain surround her. It was an all to familiar feeling. She kicked her door open and walked out. The Dark Mark was ever so prominent in the sea of green and red lights. The aurors were not here yet. How could the ministry ever be so slow?
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Then she saw her mother. Screaming under the Cruciatus. "Incidio Mortus!" she yelled. The option that she could have stunned him or killed him never arose. She wanted to see him suffer the fate of the curse. Her curse.
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His screams overrode all other screams. Finally the glowing white bulb escaped his mouth and she devoured it. She missed the surge of power for so long. Then she realized her mother was still on the ground. Hermione rose, furious, fueled by the new power and ran. She was stopped by a death eater who removed his mask.
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"Lucius." She drawled. "Wonderful to see you."
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"Rhea, I did not think we would find you here."
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She raised her wand to his throat. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you. And you know I'd do it. Your death eaters were torturing my mother."
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"Funny. You are angered by death of one muggle while you killed countless mothers, fathers, brothers. . . . should I continue the endless list?"
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She glared at him. "Your little party ends now. Leave."
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He gave her a soft bow. "As you wish, my lady."
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With that the death eaters left her town, but her mother was already dead.
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She snapped back from her memory as an arm snaked around her waist.
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"What are you doing, Draco?" She snapped back at him. He was probably there that night, wasn't he? "Whoa there, I don't bite contrary to the popular belief."
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"I wouldn't be too surprised." She said smirking, but then her face quickly darkened as she remembered her previous thoughts. "Draco?"
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"Hmm?"
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"Can you see them?"
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"See what?" he asked lazily running his thumb along her jaw.
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"The threstals." He quickly pulled himself away from her. "What are you trying ask?" His voice was dangerously low. Her eyes quickly fell to his left wrist then back up. He grasped her chin, not too gently. He had seen where her gaze had fallen. Just then, the carriage stopped and Hermione ran out before Malfoy got even more angry.
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"Hey, 'mione! Wait up!" Hermione turned and smiled. It was Ron. "Hey, Ron."
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"Hermione, I'm sorry about what happened before. We're still friends right?" Hermione hugged him. "Of course Ron."
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"Glad to see you two made up."
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"Of course we have, Harry. Now why don't we go inside so that you two boys can stuff your face full?"
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"Sounds good, shall we milady?"
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Hermione smiled at her two best friends. "We shall."
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Hermione clapped along as the last of the first years were sorted. There seemed to be an increase in the Slytherin house......or was she just imagining it?
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"Allow me to make the usual start of year announcement." Said the headmaster, standing up. "First, no student is allowed in the forbidden forest, hence the name. Second, the ever increasing banned objects, with any questions regarding this matter, see the list in Mr. Filch's office. Also, congratulations to this year's Head Boy and Girl, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger." Applause swept over the hall. "One more word, dig in."
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Hermione picked at her food. She wasn't particularly hungry now that she knew she'd be facing an angry Malfoy soon. "Hey, Mia."
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"What do you want, Parvati?" She said, exasperated.
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"Looks like you'll be winning our bet, since you'll be living with him." She whispered into Hermione's ear, grinning mischievously. Hermione smirked back. "That's never stopped you so far, has it?"
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"Nope. Just saying you've got the upper hand here."
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"Upper hand in what?" asked Ron, curiously.
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"Mind your own business, Ron." Snapped Parvati.
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Hermione frowned. If only Parvati could be the head girl. Just for tonight. Or until whenever Draco calmed down.
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The moment she had been dreading finally came. The prefects took the other students away and Professor Snape motioned them to follow him. Hermione forcefully dragged herself as Draco gave her a look that just screamed, 'You are soooooo dead!' Hermione gulped.
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They stopped in front of a large portrait of scowling Salazar Slytherin. 'Figures' she muttered to herself. After all, what was she expecting from two Slytherins? A painting that says Gryffindor rocks and Slytherin doing the hula dance? Fat chance that was going to happen.
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"The password is 'Achilles' (A/N Okay, I had to change the password, cuz have you seen Troy? Brad Pitt is gorgeous! sigh. )"
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The portrait swung open to admit them. Hermione held her breath at the beautiful room before her. But Malfoy just strolled to his room as if he was used to this. 'Wait, he probably was used to this. Rich bastard.' She thought as she walked into her room. It was gorgeous as well, decorated in scarlet and gold it was a Gryffindor's room without doubt.
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Hermione changed into a pair of dark baggy jeans and a baby blue tank top. She was pleased to see all of her belongings were unpacked. S.P.E.W had to be an insane idea. Hermione walked out of her room before she remembered why she shouldn't have.
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"Granger." Hermione froze as he dangerously walked, no, more like glided toward her. "He-Hello, Draco." She looked around alarmed as her back hit the wall.
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"Why ever so afraid? One might think that. . . . you were thinking of false accusations maybe?" Hermione wished that he would just scream at her. She could deal with that. What she couldn't deal was this soft dangerous whisper that was scaring her to death.
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"I don't know what you mean, Malfoy."
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"Why did you ask if I could see the threstals?"
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"Be-Because I was curious."
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"You and I both know that is not the real reason. Besides, your eyes betray you,"
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"You know why, Draco."
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"I seem to have a temporary memory loss. Enlighten me."
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"Wait until you have recovered then." She said as she walked away from him. His hand reached out and grabbed her wrist, pinning her to the wall again.
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"Look at me. What was the point of your question?" It was as if she was fed with veritaserum. Or more like Imperious, cept for the fact that the curse had no influence on her whatsoever. His stormy gray eyes were so hypnotizing. . . . .
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"I wanted to know if you were a Death Eater."
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"Why?"
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"Be-Because they killed my mother."
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Draco froze. This was the last answer he had been expecting. "Why, I beg you, would a Death Eater kill the muggle that your mother is?"
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Hermione snarled in anger. How, how dare he? Had he no respect for the dead? "Well, maybe you all find it amusing to see which muggle can scream the longest." She spat glaring in distaste.
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"It wasn't me. I'm sorry about your mother, but I had nothing to do with it." He said softly as he walked away.
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"Would you tell me if you did?" she murmured. Draco froze in his steps but he continued to walk after a second and locked himself in his room.
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Hermione wished her sleep would come. No, wait she didn't. She didn't want to face her gray eyed nightmare again. Today was a weird day indeed, and THE Draco Malfoy had apologized to her!!!
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She walked out into the common room they shared. She was more than surprised to see Draco sitting near the fire, reading. Hermione smiled mischeviously.
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He was very surprised as a small hand covered his eyes. "Guess who?"
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"Hermia." She walked into her view and seated herself into his lap. "Good guess" she whispered into his ear as she kissed his neck softly. Hermione smirked as Draco's body relaxed under her touch. Or more like her hands which were feeling him up under his shirt. He had a very fine body. "What are you doing up this late?" He asked hoarsely. She smiled and kissed him, her tongue in a silent battle with his. When she finally pulled away to take a breath, she answered him.
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"Why, I'm seducing you."
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Draco smirked at her answer. There was something different about her. Maybe it was her pale skin and her neck. He did have a thing for beautiful necks. The soft creamy skin that just begged to be kissed. And that was what he did.
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Hermione gasped as his hot mouth sucked on her neck, not too gently. But then, she did not like it when they were too gentle, it made her feel like a porcelain doll. She felt Draco slowly push her onto the floor so that he was on top. She felt his surprisingly cold hands under her tank top and up to her breasts. She let out a small moan in pleasure. He had to be very good in bed. His mouth trailed kisses from her mouth to her collarbone and sucked on it a bit more gently. It seemed like she would have more than one hickey tomorrow morning.
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"You know, Hermione?" He whispered into her ear. "If you're gonna seduce me, then you shouldn't be seduced by me." She could almost feel him smirk against her neck. She cursed inwardly as Draco stood up and walked over to his room.
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"The rate you're going, you won't be able to win the bet. Good-night, milady."
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Hermione was speechless and her face flushed with anger. Stupid Ferret. How did he know about the bet? She dragged herself to bed trying not to think about his lips on her neck.
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Maybe, just maybe, she needed to re-plan on operation Screw Draco and Win the Bet.
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Definitely.
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Ok a lot happened in that chappie I know I know. . . . . (the pink fluffy plot bunnies are jumping up and down :)
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Review and I'll give you an imaginary cookie. . . .
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Chapter 2. Suicidal Act
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She climbed out of the train and climbed an empty carriage. She looked at the threstals pulling it outside. They were creepy. . . . .and it was a reminder of death. Death of her mother.
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Hermione gripped her wand as she felt the death and pain surround her. It was an all to familiar feeling. She kicked her door open and walked out. The Dark Mark was ever so prominent in the sea of green and red lights. The aurors were not here yet. How could the ministry ever be so slow?
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Then she saw her mother. Screaming under the Cruciatus. "Incidio Mortus!" she yelled. The option that she could have stunned him or killed him never arose. She wanted to see him suffer the fate of the curse. Her curse.
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His screams overrode all other screams. Finally the glowing white bulb escaped his mouth and she devoured it. She missed the surge of power for so long. Then she realized her mother was still on the ground. Hermione rose, furious, fueled by the new power and ran. She was stopped by a death eater who removed his mask.
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"Lucius." She drawled. "Wonderful to see you."
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"Rhea, I did not think we would find you here."
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She raised her wand to his throat. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you. And you know I'd do it. Your death eaters were torturing my mother."
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"Funny. You are angered by death of one muggle while you killed countless mothers, fathers, brothers. . . . should I continue the endless list?"
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She glared at him. "Your little party ends now. Leave."
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He gave her a soft bow. "As you wish, my lady."
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With that the death eaters left her town, but her mother was already dead.
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She snapped back from her memory as an arm snaked around her waist.
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"What are you doing, Draco?" She snapped back at him. He was probably there that night, wasn't he? "Whoa there, I don't bite contrary to the popular belief."
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"I wouldn't be too surprised." She said smirking, but then her face quickly darkened as she remembered her previous thoughts. "Draco?"
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"Hmm?"
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"Can you see them?"
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"See what?" he asked lazily running his thumb along her jaw.
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"The threstals." He quickly pulled himself away from her. "What are you trying ask?" His voice was dangerously low. Her eyes quickly fell to his left wrist then back up. He grasped her chin, not too gently. He had seen where her gaze had fallen. Just then, the carriage stopped and Hermione ran out before Malfoy got even more angry.
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"Hey, 'mione! Wait up!" Hermione turned and smiled. It was Ron. "Hey, Ron."
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"Hermione, I'm sorry about what happened before. We're still friends right?" Hermione hugged him. "Of course Ron."
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"Glad to see you two made up."
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"Of course we have, Harry. Now why don't we go inside so that you two boys can stuff your face full?"
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"Sounds good, shall we milady?"
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Hermione smiled at her two best friends. "We shall."
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Hermione clapped along as the last of the first years were sorted. There seemed to be an increase in the Slytherin house......or was she just imagining it?
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"Allow me to make the usual start of year announcement." Said the headmaster, standing up. "First, no student is allowed in the forbidden forest, hence the name. Second, the ever increasing banned objects, with any questions regarding this matter, see the list in Mr. Filch's office. Also, congratulations to this year's Head Boy and Girl, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger." Applause swept over the hall. "One more word, dig in."
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Hermione picked at her food. She wasn't particularly hungry now that she knew she'd be facing an angry Malfoy soon. "Hey, Mia."
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"What do you want, Parvati?" She said, exasperated.
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"Looks like you'll be winning our bet, since you'll be living with him." She whispered into Hermione's ear, grinning mischievously. Hermione smirked back. "That's never stopped you so far, has it?"
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"Nope. Just saying you've got the upper hand here."
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"Upper hand in what?" asked Ron, curiously.
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"Mind your own business, Ron." Snapped Parvati.
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Hermione frowned. If only Parvati could be the head girl. Just for tonight. Or until whenever Draco calmed down.
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The moment she had been dreading finally came. The prefects took the other students away and Professor Snape motioned them to follow him. Hermione forcefully dragged herself as Draco gave her a look that just screamed, 'You are soooooo dead!' Hermione gulped.
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They stopped in front of a large portrait of scowling Salazar Slytherin. 'Figures' she muttered to herself. After all, what was she expecting from two Slytherins? A painting that says Gryffindor rocks and Slytherin doing the hula dance? Fat chance that was going to happen.
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"The password is 'Achilles' (A/N Okay, I had to change the password, cuz have you seen Troy? Brad Pitt is gorgeous! sigh. )"
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The portrait swung open to admit them. Hermione held her breath at the beautiful room before her. But Malfoy just strolled to his room as if he was used to this. 'Wait, he probably was used to this. Rich bastard.' She thought as she walked into her room. It was gorgeous as well, decorated in scarlet and gold it was a Gryffindor's room without doubt.
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Hermione changed into a pair of dark baggy jeans and a baby blue tank top. She was pleased to see all of her belongings were unpacked. S.P.E.W had to be an insane idea. Hermione walked out of her room before she remembered why she shouldn't have.
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"Granger." Hermione froze as he dangerously walked, no, more like glided toward her. "He-Hello, Draco." She looked around alarmed as her back hit the wall.
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"Why ever so afraid? One might think that. . . . you were thinking of false accusations maybe?" Hermione wished that he would just scream at her. She could deal with that. What she couldn't deal was this soft dangerous whisper that was scaring her to death.
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"I don't know what you mean, Malfoy."
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"Why did you ask if I could see the threstals?"
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"Be-Because I was curious."
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"You and I both know that is not the real reason. Besides, your eyes betray you,"
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"You know why, Draco."
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"I seem to have a temporary memory loss. Enlighten me."
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"Wait until you have recovered then." She said as she walked away from him. His hand reached out and grabbed her wrist, pinning her to the wall again.
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"Look at me. What was the point of your question?" It was as if she was fed with veritaserum. Or more like Imperious, cept for the fact that the curse had no influence on her whatsoever. His stormy gray eyes were so hypnotizing. . . . .
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"I wanted to know if you were a Death Eater."
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"Why?"
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"Be-Because they killed my mother."
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Draco froze. This was the last answer he had been expecting. "Why, I beg you, would a Death Eater kill the muggle that your mother is?"
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Hermione snarled in anger. How, how dare he? Had he no respect for the dead? "Well, maybe you all find it amusing to see which muggle can scream the longest." She spat glaring in distaste.
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"It wasn't me. I'm sorry about your mother, but I had nothing to do with it." He said softly as he walked away.
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"Would you tell me if you did?" she murmured. Draco froze in his steps but he continued to walk after a second and locked himself in his room.
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Hermione wished her sleep would come. No, wait she didn't. She didn't want to face her gray eyed nightmare again. Today was a weird day indeed, and THE Draco Malfoy had apologized to her!!!
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She walked out into the common room they shared. She was more than surprised to see Draco sitting near the fire, reading. Hermione smiled mischeviously.
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He was very surprised as a small hand covered his eyes. "Guess who?"
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"Hermia." She walked into her view and seated herself into his lap. "Good guess" she whispered into his ear as she kissed his neck softly. Hermione smirked as Draco's body relaxed under her touch. Or more like her hands which were feeling him up under his shirt. He had a very fine body. "What are you doing up this late?" He asked hoarsely. She smiled and kissed him, her tongue in a silent battle with his. When she finally pulled away to take a breath, she answered him.
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"Why, I'm seducing you."
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Draco smirked at her answer. There was something different about her. Maybe it was her pale skin and her neck. He did have a thing for beautiful necks. The soft creamy skin that just begged to be kissed. And that was what he did.
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Hermione gasped as his hot mouth sucked on her neck, not too gently. But then, she did not like it when they were too gentle, it made her feel like a porcelain doll. She felt Draco slowly push her onto the floor so that he was on top. She felt his surprisingly cold hands under her tank top and up to her breasts. She let out a small moan in pleasure. He had to be very good in bed. His mouth trailed kisses from her mouth to her collarbone and sucked on it a bit more gently. It seemed like she would have more than one hickey tomorrow morning.
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"You know, Hermione?" He whispered into her ear. "If you're gonna seduce me, then you shouldn't be seduced by me." She could almost feel him smirk against her neck. She cursed inwardly as Draco stood up and walked over to his room.
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"The rate you're going, you won't be able to win the bet. Good-night, milady."
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Hermione was speechless and her face flushed with anger. Stupid Ferret. How did he know about the bet? She dragged herself to bed trying not to think about his lips on her neck.
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Maybe, just maybe, she needed to re-plan on operation Screw Draco and Win the Bet.
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Definitely.
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Ok a lot happened in that chappie I know I know. . . . . (the pink fluffy plot bunnies are jumping up and down :)
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Review and I'll give you an imaginary cookie. . . .