Forbidden Fruit
Libbeh, a self-proclaimed D/H shipper specialist
Plot: Lust. Lies. Sex. Hate. Anger. Oh the joys of being a horny teenager.
Chapter Five: Formalities
Disclaimer: I claim no rights to Harry Potter & company. J. K. Rowling & etc. own the rights to Harry Potter & company.

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"You want me to what!" Hermione cried in shock.

Albus Dumbledore smile at the young girl in front of him. It wasn't too often that he witnessed a rather humorous fit from the top student at Hogwarts School of Magic and Wizardry. He knew that the task he had asked was rather hard for the young student to accomplish, however diligent she was. He knew it was going to be hard for her.

"Miss Granger," he began, "If this matter was not imperative, I would not have asked you to make this sacrifice. However, it is an urgent matter and I will need for you to cooperate with us."

"But Professor Dumbledore, I can't. I don't know if I'm comfortable with what you're asking me to do. I don't even know if I can pull it off myself," Hermione protested.

"You are a courageous and gifted student. It may appear difficult, but in due time, you'll understand why I came to you."

"Professor Dumbledore, I understand that I am the only choice, but I'm not sure if I am able to handle it."

"Miss Granger, I need your cooperation. I have Mr. Malfoy's consent, but without your compliance, I'm afraid that this task will be incomplete and the students of Hogwarts will be at greater risk."

Hermione sighed. It had been a terrible day for her. Still deeply troubled by the haunting dream, she was angered at Draco for various reasons. It seemed as if he went out of his way every time to harass, humiliate, and annoy her. She glared at him. 'That son of a bitch Malfoy with his damned trademark smirks. God, I would love to wipe that stupid smirk off his face,' she mused. She looked at Professor Dumbledore and dejectedly lamented, "When do you want us to begin?"

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Draco felt like he was walking on air as he headed back to his room. He had his wish. Hermione would finally be his and his only. He smirked as he began plotting out Hermione's demise… into his arms.

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Hermione rushed into her room, threw herself on her bed and began to sob violently. She pounded her fists into her lush pillows, letting out all the anger she held inside of her. So much was going through her mind and she had little time to digest it all. She cursed in frustration, but a knock at the door startled her. She wiped her eyes and opened the door tentatively. She was surprised to see Draco, who had a peculiar expression on his face. She frowned, and was about to slam the door in his face, however, he placed a hand over hers and gripped it. The sudden intense heat that rose within her hand stunned her. She glazed into his mesmerizing eyes and was confused at the odd sensation she was beginning to feel. She realized that she must have appeared dazed and confused and quickly asked him, "What do you want, Malfoy?"

In his hand was a familiar maroon colored book. She suspiciously eyed him, not sure of his intensions.

"I wanted to see what all the commotion was all about," he replied.

"What? Since when do you care," Hermione retorted.

"I don't. I wanted to know where that annoying ruckus was coming from. You sounded like a dying elephant."

"Piss off asshole."

"Tsk tsk, you've got yourself a potty mouth. I was about to hand your journal back, but now you're giving me doubts." He waved the notebook in front of her.

Hermione snorted and grabbed her journal from Draco's hands. She tartly replied, "Well, I have to go inspect my journal now. There are probably hundreds of jinxes and curses in it."

She closed the door on an astonished Draco.

"Stupid wench. For once I decided on doing something nice for her and she's completely ungrateful for it. " She heard him muttered as he walked away.

Hermione sighed. She opened the door and called to Draco. He turned around and glared at her, folding his arms across his chest.

"Thank you."

"For once, I am trying to be civil to you and here you are, biting my handsome head off like the intolerable wench you are," he sneered.

"What? That's the most insufferable thing I've heard! The audacity! Have you no shame," she questioned.

"You're the one that's being audacious. I'm being civil to you by returning your stupid journal, which by the way, I have not read."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.

"You didn't read my journal," she asked, eyeing him with suspicion, "Not even a peep?"

Draco sighed and replied, "Not even a tiny peep. Now take your bloody journal so I can go and finish packing."

"I appreciate that you didn't look in my journal. I would have thought that you did look in it."

"Look Granger, I don't really care what you think of so and so and who you fancy, so quit fishing for compliments. I'm going to pack and rest, so leave me alone for the next few hours."

He walked back into his room, leaving Hermione standing there, speechless. He closed the door and smirked. His plan was already working.

"Bait and hook. I've caught you, my unsuspecting mudblood," he chuckled loudly to himself.