Enemy, Friend, or Lover

..Chances are Good..

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Draco walked down to his first class. Charms . . .a drag. He needed tutoring. The teacher told him that last class. Astudent would be helping him during class with the last assignment which he got a D on. Dreadful was the worst you could get and that's what Draco got. His father would have a fit and probably kick him out for embarrassing him so.

"Tutoring… puh! I don't need tutoring, he mumbled to himself. He got down to the class and sat down, waiting for the Professor Flitwick. When he came in, he nodded for Draco to come to him desk. Draco did as he was told and got up.

"Yes, Professor?" Draco asked. Here it comes.

"I have arranged for your tutor to skip her class to help you. You will be nice to her and respect her. If I hear that you didn't, then again you'll fail. And I know your father wont be to happy with that, now will he?"

Draco glared at the floor but nodded.

"May I ask who it is?" Draco asked.

"Yes, it's Miss. Granger."

Draco didn't need to be surprised. He was betting would be her but how would he work with her? She was so pissed at him he thought that she'd probably just walk out on him.

"She knows what you have to work on and will meet you in the library in five minutes. You can go and she'll get you caught up."

"Yes, sir." Draco mumbled before he turned around and walked out of the class room. He walked to the library in thought. I wonder if she'll still be mad at me . . .

As he walked in, he could see that she was still furious at him. She was in a chair, her silky hair down and around her face. God, did she look beautiful. This was the girl he was supposed to marry. Yeah, she was right. She was too good for him.

He walked over to the table and she looked up at him.

"Hi, he said to her,

"Sit." she commanded. Then there was the awkward silence.

Then Hermione cleared her throat and took out his last three tests. They were bad, really bad. No not even that, they were horrible!

"You really need to improve on these," she said.

"No kidding."

"So What's wrong then? You've always had good grades in Charms. What happened? Are you stressed out or just plain don't get it?"

Draco didn't say anything, just shrugged.

"Then don't tell me what happened but we need your grades back up because whatever happened brought your grades-"

"You happened."

Hermione signed. "Don't get back into that, Draco," she warned him.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

She opened a book and went to the page she wanted.

"Okay, so do you know about the trusment charm?"

"I've heard of it but I don't understand it." Hermione moved her chair over so she was closer to him. She pushed the book over so he could see what she was talking about, having trouble concentrate because her sweet scent filled his nose.

"Okay, so using the Mobulast, you have to be inside?"

"No, you have to me outside but close enough to the building."

"Why?" Draco asked.

"I honestly don't know."

"Stupid charms!"

"They aren't that hard," Hermione told him.

"Yeah, says the person who's never wrong with anything." Hermione looked at him. She had no expression on her face. "Not in a bad way but don't you ever just want to give up? Isn't it hard being smart?"

"No. I have my friend to help me when I'm in trouble. I don't give up because something happen or I'm pissed at someone. They always help me. And so do my parents, their always their for me."

Hermione looked over to Draco. He looked down at the table.

"Oh, Draco, I'm sorry."

"No, it's alright. It isn't your fault."

"I know but . . . Hermione trailed off not knowing what else to say. She felt bad for him but didn't try to comfort him in any way.

She looked down at the paper in front of her.

"Hermione?" Draco whispered.

She looked up at him. He was so close that she could smell him. He smelt so good . . . his face came closer to hers and closer. When his lips gently touched hers, she already wanted more of him. His hand went behind her neck as he kissed her deeper.

Hermione suddenly pulled away. "I can't do this." She stood up and grabbed her bag, swinging it over her shoulder, she turned back around to face him. "I'm sorry that I've been hurting you but I don't know you, Draco. I have no clue how you'll really treat me if we get some place."

"You know that I wouldn't hit you!"

"Draco, you wont even talk to me when you have your friend around."

"I've tried but you have always run away."

"That's because they always make fun of me, Draco."

"Well, I cant help that."

"Then I can't help not wanting to be around you."

"Hermione-"

"No. Draco I don't believe that you would even stick up to me."

"I would so!" Draco told her, his voice starting to get a little cold.

Hermione didn't say anything just shook her head. With one last glance at him, Hermione walked out of the library and down the great hall for lunch.

"I do so."

Draco just didn't understand. He didn't get that she can't like someone who wont be there for her. She would not marry him. She was not going to live in shadows and her job is to take care of the kids. Kids! She didn't even want kids till a few more years! Let alone Draco's kids. There was no way in the world that she would live with Draco.

"Hey, Hermione." Ron sat beside her at the table. She smiled at him. "Where were you?"

"I had to tutor someone."

"Oh, who?" Harry asked as he sat across from her.

"Draco."

"Again. Are you guys like dating now?"

"No."

"Then why are you always with him?"

"I practically live with him!" Hermione told them. "We're friends."

"You're friend?" Ron asked. "You like him, don't you, Hermione?"

"No."

"That really sounded convincing." Harry told her as he reached across the table for more food.

"Whatever." Hermione mumbled. "I have to go." She got up and grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulder, she said bye to the guys and headed out the great hall.

No, I don't like Draco Malfoy. Who was she kidding? She liked him and she knew it. But she don't want to. He was the guy who she was supposed to stay away from.

"And then I was like 'toughshit'," a guys voice said laughing.

"Why do you do that?" came Draco's voice.

"Do what?" the other guy asked. Hermione stopped to hear what they were talking about. "She can't dumped me."

"And why cant she? You can't boss her around."

"Damn, Draco. What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, it's that mudblood girl. She's got you wrapped her perfect little fingers."

"She isn't a mudblood and stop talking about her."

"Yuck! You like the little piece of dirt!"

"She isn't dirt. You have no clue what you're taking about, Cole."

"Sure, I don't. You've lost your mind. You're obsess with her. You always look at her during class, man. It's gross. She 'shot but, god, Draco!"

"Well, she's a lot better than Pansy. You have to marry the slut."

"Yeah, and you have to marry some whore by the name of Hermione Lanna."

"She isn't a whore." Draco's voice was cold and haunting.

"Oh, so now you've met her, have ya?"

"Yeah, I have, so piss off and stop talking about her!"

"You mean… oh no, you're marring her! You're marrying Hermione. That's her last name, Lanna. When you said she was adopted you didn't say her last name. You have to marry the little know it all."

"No, I don't."

"But you want to. That's just as bad."

"Fuck off, Cole," Draco told him.

"Oh, so that's why you want her. To fuck her. God, she must be somethin' in bed."

Then came that horrible sound of flesh going hard against flash. Hermione's eyes widened and she leaned back against the wall.

"Don't you ever talk about her like that," Draco's voice was icy, dark and scary. Then he came around the corner. He saw her and then he looked away, not able to meet her eye.

"Uh. . . hey."

"I have to get to class." Hermione told him and hurried away.

She went to her next to class only thinking of Draco. She couldn't get the stupid guy out of her head.

Shaking her head, she headed down to supper only to find that Cole was glaring at her throughout the whole supper, his eyes already swollen and purple. When Hermione had finally had enough of it, she went up to the common room.

Cody and Madison were both on the couch doing homework.

"Hey, what's up you guys?" Hermione asked. They both smiled at her.

"Nothing really."

"Oh, okay. I'll be in my room then." Hermione told them. She walked up the stairs and then flopped down on the bed.

A few seconds later, there was a knock on the window. Hermione looked up and seen a eagle. It was gorgeous. The bird was huge! Hermione opened the window. The eagle had a letter in a little slot that was tied to it's ankle. Hermione grabbed the letter and stroked the birds soft feathers.

"Hey there. I wonder who you belong to." The eagle pecked at the letter in Hermione's hand. "Okay. I'll open it." she turned the letter around and seen that it was closed with the letter M.

She opened the letter and started to read.

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Dear Miss. Lanna

This my be a shock to you but it is true. When you were born, you and our son, Draco, betrothed. You and our son will be married after you have finished school. But then I have realized that you do not know our son. So we as a family, have decided that you should come over for the holidays and meet us. You will need to get to know Draco a little better, too. He is a good person and I would love to have a daughter in this family. I will see you in about a week. Please write back and see if this is okay. The people you are living with now have told us that it is okay for you to stay with us over the holidays.

Your sincerely,

The Malfoy's.

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Hermione stared at the letter. No! she was not going! We as a family? So Draco did know about her being betrothed to him.

The jerk! Hermione walked over to Draco's room and knocked on the door. No answer. She knocked again. And again.

"Go away."

Hermione tried the door but it was locked. So she took out her wand and unlocked the door. Opening it, she stepped into the room to find Draco lying on his bed.

"Haven't you ever heard of privacy?" he asked.

Hermione held up the letter. "You knew that I was betrothed to you." Hermione said.

Draco sat up. "What?"

Hermione walked over to him and gave him the letter. "You knew that we had to get married," she accused.

Draco got up. "No, I didn't."

"Well, your parents sure say you did." Draco looked down at the letter in his hands. He opened it up and read it.

"I didn't know."

"Bullshit, you didn't!"

"I didn't! Stop blaming me for everything that's wrong in your life," Draco told her.

Hermione just stared at him.

"Hermione, I know that you don't want to marry me and I wont make you. But stop blaming me for everything. I know I was mean to you but come on- everything can't be my fault."

"I know. I just don't know what to do." She looked down then back up, meeting his gaze. "I can't marry someone who doesn't love me."

"Who says I can't?" he asked.

"Me."

"And why not?" he asked her. He stepped closer to her.

"Because I won't let you," she answered, looking down, her voice small. "I don't want my heart broken in two pieces."

"You don't know that I would break it. You haven't given me a chance."

"I don't want to take any chances, Draco. My life is simple and I know what going to happen. I have my life planned out and I don't want it ruined because of this!"

"Then what's the point in living?" he asked. Hermione looked up at him.

"I don't know."

"Then give me the opportunity, will you?"

"Then promise me something," Hermione asked more than told.

"What?"

"That you'll never make me do anything I don't want to."

"Okay."

It was quite for a while, neither of them knowing what to say, both needed the comfort to help ease their confusion.

Softly Draco whispered, "Come here." He opened his arms and Hermione hugged him. Draco leaned back and kissed her. She kissed him back just as passionately. They fell unto to the bed in a tangle. They kissed and kept each other close, making sure the other person was as close as possible.

Draco leaned back and buried his face in her soft hair. "Promise me something?" he asked. Hermione was now at full alert.

"Yes?"

He looked down at her. "That you wont break my heart."

"What?" she asked.

"I swear that last time I thought my heart stopped beating. I do need you, Hermione. Do you promise?"

Hesitantly Hermione nodded. "Yes, I promise."

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