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Chapter three – The fine line between hate and love

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy walked in silence down the main corridor of the manor. "This" Draco said, making a gesture "Is the living room". The room was large and open, with a large semi-circle black leather sofa around a large stone fireplace. The room was cold and quite spacious, yet empty. It felt quite sinister, as if no one had stepped foot in the room for many years. "Do you ever do in there?" Hermione asked, shivering. Draco looked at her. "No, why?" Hermione was surprised at his humane answer. "It just looks as if no one's step foot in that room for a long time".

Moving along, he pointed out various rooms such as bathrooms, bedrooms, entertainment rooms, drawing rooms, kitchens, etc. The walked down into the basement, which grew steadily more cooler as they walked down the stone stairs. They met yet another corridor. As Hermione started following Draco down the corridor, he suddenly spun around and pushed her up against the wall.

"Malfoy, what do you think you're doing?" She snapped. "Look, mudblood" he started with a dangerous look in his eye "I'm a Malfoy after all, and we don't associate with anything lower with us, unless they serve us. Its quite obvious our mothers are going to be friends. Which means you will have to be in my presence occasionally. You've ruined my summer already, so listen to me. Whatever you've heard here, stays here. Not a word to anyone, do you understand me?" She looked into his eyes. They were light blue, with flecks of gray in them. You could get lost in them. "Of course." She responded quickly, regaining herself. She then realized how close their faces were.

"Right then" He said quickly, releasing his grip on her robes. Her black robes were completely crumpled under his grip. Hermione tried desperately to smooth them down, but it wouldn't work. Wrinkles! Malfoy, watching her attempt to make her robe perfect again, smirked. He ran his hands down her robes. They instantly smoothed out perfectly under his touch. "Um, thanks" she said, slightly dazed.

As they started walking again, a very nasty thought just ran through Hermione's mind. That bastard wasn't trying to smooth down my robes – Whats it to him? He tried to feel me up! And I can't believe I let him! She stopped dead and turned to the pale blonde boy beside her. "You bastard! You tried to feel me up! Don't you dare ever touch me again!" She spat, looking at him with utter horror. Draco smirked evilishly. "It took you that long to realize that? You might be a mudblood, but you're still a woman. And not that bad looking either—"He trailed off as Hermione's hand came colliding with his cheek.

Instead of yelling, slapping back, or glaring at her. He smirked. Pushing his body against hers, she had no choice but to back up against the wall. "Bad girl, aren't you?" Draco sneered. He ran a finger from the top of head down to her hips. Hermione shivered. "Get off me you idiot!" Hermione yelled, pushing him away. It was no use though, all that Quidditch training had paid off. He was as solid as a rock. "Don't fight it, Granger." He purred softly, brushing strands of her hair from her face. That was it. She opened her mouth to scream, as loud as she could. But no sound came out. Because Draco Malfoy, her supposed arch enemy's mouth was clasped tightly on hers. His tongue swooped around her mouth, deepening the kiss.

Suddenly, he pulled away. "Lets continue this tour before mother gets suspicious" He said coolly, pretending as if nothing happened. Hermione looked at him uncertainly. "I won't rape you" he smirked, noticing her uncertainty. "I wouldn't put it past you" she muttered under he breath, walking as far away from him as possible. "I heard that, Granger. I'd never do that. Especially to you." He smirked. They walked in silence for quite awhile until they reached a pair of tall gold doors. "These doors lead to the ballroom" He said unimportantly. "You have a ballroom?" Hermione asked skeptically. At her reaction, he nodded smugly.

They then proceeded up a long flight of stairs. "We're now on the 3rd floor, just so you know" He stated. Leading her down a short hallway, they had reached the doors to the library. "Go crazy, Granger. I know you could live in there" He sneered half heartedly. Draco leaned against the doorway, greatly amused by Hermione's behavior. She ran into the large room. It was filled with books, from floor to celing. "Ooooh!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly as she ran to a section entitled "Transfiguration History" She was in paradise "I love it here" She whispered. This is amazing! Like heaven! Look at all these books – How much I could learn! She thought to herself.

An hour or two passed quickly, as Draco sprawled out on the loveseat by the fireplace in the library, reading a leather-bound book while Hermione was sitting cross-legged on the floor, with a pool of books around her. It was about 3pm when either of them spoke. "Granger" Draco said, thinking of the best way to approach her would be "It looks as if our Mothers have become friends, which means we'll see a lot of each other. As much as I love you thinking that I am evil spawn from Voldemort himself, I know my mother will force me to be friendly with you, so I might as well do with without being asked. Truce?" He said, all rather quickly.

Hermione looked up from her book. She met his eyes. Drace. Kissed a mudblood, felt her up then.. then Ask for a truce? In the same century? What is wrong with him? She smiled weakly and responded with a quick "sure" before returning to her book. Ten minutes later, a clasp of thunder could be heard from outside. Hermione looked outside, slightly frightened. She had never been too fond of lightning, and she was once again feeling quite cold from the large manor.

Grabbing her book, she joined Draco on the couch, but making sure she was as far away from him as possible. Of all the rooms that could have a loveseat, it HAD to be the library she thought through gritted teeth. "Now, love, don't get too snuggly on me." Draco drawled lazily. Hermione glared at him. "Of course not, Drakie!" she responded in a high-pitched squeaky voice unlike her own. Draco frowned. "Don't remind me" he responded shortly before he turned back to his book.

They both returned to their reading, with a mutual feeling. Maybe it wouldn't be such a long summer after all.

Author's Note: A new personal record - two chapters uploaded in one day. I know they're not very long, but i'm trying to post little and often. If you have some time, please review. I've recently discovered I enjoy reviews!

coconut ice - Thanks for reviewing and for the suggestions! I'm working on it :)
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