Chap. 7 Hogsmeade

Hermione's words dwelled on Draco's mind for quite some time, even after Hermione had gone back to her room.

'Malfoy you aren't all bad.'

'Why would she say that?' He thought, 'Why did she have to go and confuse me more? I have no idea what is going on with us.'

He continued to think about how he felt about the little mudblood.

'She is hot. I'll give her that. She is smart, even more than I. Blaise likes her...' He then remembered Blaise and the bet. Draco desperately wanted to bed Hermione, for two reasons. One, to show Blaise up. Two, to be the one to pleasure Hermione for the first time.

'I promised her I would be civil. But I can't be nice in public! I'll just avoid her...not harm done in that.' He thought.

He started thinking about Hermione crying on the floor. Nothing has ever touched him so much. He wasn't a sensitive person, he didn't think he was at least. He thought his father made him immune to things like that.

He then started to think about Hermione's body...in graphic details. He moved from her hair, to her eyes, to her lips, to her jaw line, to her neck, to her chest, breasts, stomach, her hips, and then...he got a hard erection.

'Oh fuck.' He sighed as he felt his pants become a little smaller. 'I just got a boner off of the mudblood. Not a good sign.'

He then thought about how nice it would be to "break" Hermione in.

'No guy has ever penetrated that nice little body of hers. It would be almost an honor to do it.' He thought.

He decided he had to become "friends" with Hermione in order to get her trust and break her.

He would slowly, but not obviously, get her to want to be closer to him. He would make it a personal challenge. He gave himself two months time limit to win her over.

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Blaise and Draco were talking in the library about their race.

'How are you getting off?' Draco asked him.

'I don't think she fucking knows my name.'

'I'm sure she does.'

'If she did, I'd have her under me right now, but she obviously doesn't know who I am.'

'You think so?' Draco asked. 'So, if she did know you, then what?'

'She doesn't you fucker. If she did, I know she'd want to know more about me.'

Draco's eyes lifted from the table and looked at Hermione sitting on the other side of the library reading a thick book. She then got up and went to a back shelf.

'I bet she does know you, and she just CHOOSES not to get to know you.' Draco

smirked.

'OH yeah? How you fucking going to prove that asshole?' Blaise asked.

'I'm going to go tell Hermione to give 'Blaise' a book. If she knows who you are then,

you are wrong and she doesn't care about who the hell you are.'

'And if she doesn't know me?'

'Then race is off. You have no fair chance.' Draco grinned.

'Fine. But talk loud so I know you aren't telling her where I am.'

'Fine. Be right back.'

Draco then stood up and left the table to go near Hermione. He stood up on a ladder to reach a random book. After he got one he looked down at Hermione.

'Hey, Granger. Will you give this book to Blaise?' He asked loudly (so Blaise could

hear). 'I still need to grab a few things and he needed it right away.'

'Sure.' Hermione replied. She took the book and walked away from Draco.

Blaise looked away from Draco and Hermione when he saw her take the book. Suddenly he felt someone standing over him.

'Blaise,' a soft voice said.

Blaise looked up to see pretty Hermione.

'Malfoy asked me to give this to you.' She said handing him the book.

'Oh. Thanks.' He said disappointedly.

She nodded and walked back to her table on the other side of the room.

After a few seconds Draco came down from the ladder with a few miscellaneous books and sat down next to Blaise.

'Hahaha...tough luck Zabini.' Draco sneered.

'Shut the hell up, Malfoy.' Blaise muttered.

'I guess she does know you, eh?' Draco laughed.

'Yea, yea. So how are you going to win fair lady's...body?' Blaise asked quietly.

'I'll make her want me. I'll be civil...smell good constantly...and wear nice things around her.'

'It's Granger. She doesn't care just about looks, like other girls 'round here.' Blaise

commented.

'True. I'll have to intellectually stimulate her and turn her on.'

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The following weeks Draco smelt good, only around Hermione...he didn't want to attract other girls that would draw away his focus from Hermione. He dressed nicely whenever they were in their common room together. He read a lot around her. He asked questions and answered even more of them in classes with her. He also was civil.

Hermione noticed this gradually. The "new" Draco Malfoy appealed to her. She liked his smell, clothes, intellect, and new attitude with her. She even had more "disturbing" dreams about him, dreams that were very similar to the last. They were mainly about her and Draco being left alone, and him "comforting" her. She liked that Draco.

It was late in October, time for annual Hogsmeade trip. Hermione was sitting with Ginny Weasley in the Great Hall. (Apparently people had found out about Ron's "attack" and he became the outcast, not Hermione.)

'Hogsmeade will be so fun!' Ginny giggled.

'Yeah, I'm excited!'

Dumbledore then addressed the students in a long statement about Hogsmeade. It would take place in two days, on a Friday, that way they could stay a long time there and not worry about classes the next morning. Students were thankful for this.

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The day of Hogsmeade was an exciting one. Hermione woke early and put on some dark khakis and a dark blue sweater for the cold day. She went to the Gryffindor girl's room to get Ginny.

Ginny came out in jeans and a maroon sweatshirt. They both then put on their warm winter robes along with scarves and mittens. They then met up with Harry and Neville and were off to Hogsmeade along with many other students.

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Draco Malfoy was in bed. He didn't really have a strong desire for Hogsmeade, he would get there eventually. At about ten, he got up and took a shower. He then moussed his hair, and put on some nice warm clothes. He decided on a dark green cashmere sweater and dark cargo pants. He also put on his Slytherin robes and a scarf. He threw some money in his robe and took off. He took a sleigh to Hogsmeade alone. He really didn't feel like hanging out with people right now.

He was amazed at how cold it was for October. There had been snow on the ground for what seemed like weeks. It was an early winter.

He reached Hogsmeade and went straight to the Hogs Head. He took a seat at the bar and asked for a butterbeer. He savored it.

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'Wasn't yesterday's game great?' Ginny asked Hermione.

'Yea! I cannot believe we beat Hufflepuff 120 to 10. And we didn't even catch the snitch...it was all normal goal points.' Hermione laughed.

'Yeah, Hufflepuff really sucks ass this year. Ravenclaw is our next game, but they lost to Slytherin by 30. We should be able to beat Ravenclaw...and hopefully Slytherin.' Harry commented.

'Yeah, don't worry, Harry. You'll catch the snitch before Malfoy and win as usual.' Neville said spiritedly.

'Thanks Neville.' Harry replied.

The four then walked into the Three Broomsticks.

'Oh! It's cold in here!' Hermione cried as they walked in.

'Yeah, that's a bit strange.' Ginny said.

Harry then put his arm around Ginny nervously.

'You cold?' He asked her.

'Not anymore.' She smiled.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

They took a table together, ordered some butterbeers and talked.

After about an hour Ginny noticed that there was a gift shop across the street.

'Oh! I want to go over there!' She cried.

'I'll go with if you want.' Harry said quickly.

'Alright.' She smiled.

The two got up and walked to the door. Before they left Ginny turned to Hermione and winked. Hermione smiled back.

Hermione and Neville made small talk. A few minutes later Seamus and Dean walked by. Neville noticed.

'Go on.' Hermione sighed, smiling.

'What?' He asked.

'I saw Seamus and Dean walk by, they are your best friends, go off with them!' She laughed.

'Are you sure, Hermione? I don't want to be rude and leave you alone.'

'It's fine.'

Neville nodded thanks and ran off. Hermione was by herself. After finishing her butterbeer she realized how cold she was. She decided to go sit in the back room where the furnace for awhile until she thought Ginny and Harry were ready to go.

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Draco finished two butterbeers, paid the bartender, then left. He was cold, he had to find some place warm to be for awhile until he decided to ride back on the cold carriage. He saw a bookshop. He walked in, grabbed in interesting looking book and took it to a warm corner in the back of the store. He started to read it to pass time.

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Hermione was lying against a wood wall, the furnace warming her cold bones. She sat there thinking about school and things for about 15 minutes, before falling asleep.

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Draco was reading about 'jousting'. The dangers of it at least. His eyes started drifting at chapter 5 and it wasn't long until he was fast asleep.

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A few hours later darkness woke Hermione. The furnace was off, she was freezing.

'Oh...it's so cold! I got to find Harry and Ginny and get out.' She thought.

She stood up from her once warm spot and walked back out into the main room. No one was there. She didn't even see workers. She left the bar.

She walked into the chilly night air.

'What time is it?' She wondered. She looked up at a large clock in the center of the plaza.

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Draco's own snoring awoke him. He woke up cold. He pulled his scarf tighter as he stood up. He looked around, saw no one, and tossed the book aside. He walked back into the main part of the store. No one. He looked up at a wall clock.

'That's got to be the wrong time.' He decided.

He held his jacket close to him as he walked outside.

'Where is that bloody plaza clock?' He asked himself.