Enemy, Friend or Lover?
..Change in Heart..
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The long week away with Draco was mostly a blur. Hermione sat at the long table in the great hall thinking about Draco. Draco wanted to keep the secret that they were getting married to themselves. In the common room, they were close and always talked but out of the common room, they were like enemies again.
Draco would never pressure into doing something she didn't want to. He wanted her and Hermione knew that but he never pushed her and always backed up and stopped when Hermione said so. Draco was experienced and she wasn't. She was still a virgin and Draco respected that.
Draco liked being girls' first lover and Hermione didn't want him to be her first. If they got married and they both really meant 'until death to us part' then, well, maybe. She was scared of him hurting her after they made love and didn't want her anymore. Would she be another first timer to Draco? If they made love she was going to make sure she was 100 percent sure she wanted it and the man she was with. She didn't take sex as a joke or for fun. To her, it was something to share between her and the man she loved.
"Hermione?"
Clearing her head with a shake, Hermione looked over to Harry, her attention not quite focussed on what he was saying.
"Hermione!"
"What?"
"Are you listening to me?" Harry asked.
"Um . . ."
"Okay, Hermione. What's going on between you and Draco?" Ron asked.
"Nothing," Hermione lied, turning her face away from Ron.
"You guys are still getting married right?" Ron asked, his voice a low whisper.
"Yeah."
Harry sighed. "Then tell us what's wrong!"
"I don't really know what's wrong," Hermione lied again. Hermione did know. Draco would say hi quietly in the corridors, smile nicely when his friends weren't looking and it was getting on Hermione's nerves. In the common room, Draco was like her best friend. They talked about everything.
"I'm not hungry," Hermione mumbled mostly to herself as she got up from the table and went to the common room.
She flopped down on the couch and stared into the flames, releasing her thoughts run free in her mind.
"Hey, Hermione."
Hermione sat up with a jolt, her heart pounding in her throat.
"Time to wake up."
Hermione gazed at Draco as if she would scream. She looked terrified out of her wits.
"C'mon, up, Hermione. Let's get you to bed." Draco helped Hermione up and walked with her towards that stairs.
"Don't worry about it." Hermione shook Draco's hand off of her arm. "I can get upstairs by myself."
"It's okay, I'll walk you up." He reached for her arm again but she jerked away.
"What's your problem?" Draco snapped.
"I don't have a problem," Hermione hissed, turning back around to go up the stairs.
"No you don't." Draco's arm shot out, yanked her back down, his face even with hers. "What's your problem?" His eyes were fiery and menacing.
Anger and fear were visible is her eyes as Draco stared deep into them waiting for her answer. It didn't come.
"Answer me!"
"There's nothing to tell you."
"Yes, there is. He pointed a finger in her face. "I asked you a question and I want an answer."
"Don't you dare," Hermione hissed, swatting at his hand. "Don't you dare point a finger in my face."
"Then answer me, damn it!"
"Fine!" she shouted, her anger escaping. "I'm pissed off because you wont talk to me!"
"I do so!"
"You do not!" Hermione snarled. "The only time you talk to me is when we're alone! Who knows that we're getting married Draco?"
"I thought you didn't want people to know."
"Don't you lie to me, Draco! You didn't tell anyone because you're ashamed of me! You don't want others to know that you like a mudblood."
"You and I both know you're not muggleborn."
"And you're still ashamed of me even though I'm pureblood throughout," Hermione accused.
"I am not!" Draco roared.
Hermione darted up the stairs to her room but got wrenched back down by her ankle. The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back at the top of the stairs, Draco's weight pushing her back down.
"Get off me!" Hermione hissed.
"No! Now, you listen here-"
"No, you listen. You have no right to do this to me. I-"
"I'm marrying you, I have the biggest right."
"No, you don't! I'm not going to marry you. I refuse to."
"Hermione? Draco?" Cody called.
"Cody-"
Draco clamped a hand over Hermione's mouth, cutting off her frantic yell for him to come up, and pulled her up to her feet. He opened her bedroom door and pushed her through it, not caring where she landed.
"Hermione, you okay?" Cody called.
"Yeah, she's fine," Draco hollered down the stairs. "She just fell." Then Draco hurried into Hermione's room, shutting the door tight behind him.
"Get out!" Hermione commanded, anger flashing in her eyes.
"We need to talk."
"No, we do not need to talk."
Draco advanced towards her and Hermione instinctually backed up. "Draco, leave me alone." He kept on walking towards her and Hermione backed up until she hit the wall. She franticly felt around her for something to protect her. She touched the doorknob behind her and she twisted the handle. It was locked.
"Stop running away from me!" Draco demanded.
"Then stop following me and I wouldn't have to. Get out, Draco. I mean it."
He didn't stop coming at her. He tugged her hand off of the doorknob and pushed it against the wall.
"Stop it, Draco! You can't control me like this."
"Watch me." Hermione glared up into his eyes, wanting to spit in his face. Her stomach was in knots, she felt like her supper would come up and she felt dizzy.
"What about that promise you made?" Hermione asked, hatred making her voice thick.
"What promise?"
"The promise were you said you wouldn't make me do anything I didn't want to."
"Oh, that? That didn't count."
Hermione shook her head. "What do you mean it didn't count. You gave me your word!" Hermione yelled outraged.
"You also gave me yours!" Draco bellowed back. "But did you keep it either? No, of course not! You also broke the promise, Hermione."
"Oh, please!" Hermione pushed Draco away with her hand and stalked over to the other side of the room. "Oh, Hermione, you broke my heart!" she mocked.
"Shut up!" Draco commanded through clenched teeth.
"No, Draco, you shut up! I'm sick of how you're treating me! I hate you!"
Draco grabbed a 4 inch book off of the desk and threw it at the wall just left of Hermione's head.
"What the hell? You just threw a book at me!"
"And it missed!" Draco yelled back.
"That's not the point!" Hermione snapped.
"And what is the point Hermione? Do you want me to feel sorry for you, do my sympathy, my love, my money? What is it you want?"
As if fire suddenly came through the room with Hermione's words, Draco's body was on white hot fire.
"I want you dead."
Draco stomped over to Hermione and grabbed her arms with such a grip that she felt the bruises almost instantly.
"Take it back!"
"No! But I'll give you something back." Draco watched as Hermione take the ring off her ring finger and thrust the ring into his hands.
"Take the ring back, Hermione."
"No."
"Hermione, take the ring back," Draco said in a warning voice.
"No!"
"Take the fucking ring back or I'm gonna fucking ring you neck. You're being a fucking bitch and you know it! You're arguing with me on fuckin' propose. It's your fault we have to get married and your fucking fault I have to put up with you! It's your fault that I want you so goddamn bad!" Hermione's back touched the wall and she watched Draco as he kept coming at her with violent words and blazing eyes that could make you cry by just looking at them.
"It's your fucking fault I wanna rip you apart." Draco punched the wall inched from Hermione's face. She let out a scream of fear and closed her eyes trying to stop the silent tears, trying to stop the world and her beating heart.
Draco looked at the ground, collecting himself them slowly looked up, his breath coming out in rapid pants. Realizing how scare she was, Draco lowered his voice so it was soft and soothing, pushing the emotions away so that his eyes weren't so hard and frightening.
"Hermione," he whispered, his face barely and inch away from hers, his breathing heavy and ragged. He reached up and stroked her face. Hermione pulled away from him and pushed herself away from the wall, her legs shaking and her throat tight from fright.
"Come here," Draco commanded.
Hermione shook her head and moved along the wall, inching away.
"Hermione, come here," he repeated. His voice was now very delicate, smooth and trusting. He held out a hand, his palm up.
"Please," Hermione whimpered as he again walked towards her, his hand still out towards her.
She was backed away into a corner and Draco didn't come any closer.
"Come here, Hermione."
Again, Hermione whimpered.
"Come here."
On shaky legs, Hermione walked up to him and unsteadily placed her tiny hand in Draco's much larger one.
Draco smoothly pulled her to him, she went stiff and whimpered for the third time. Draco's arms came around here body. Hermione was stiff in his arms, her breath ragged.
Hermione could feel Draco's fast heartbeat as he stroked her head which was placed in the curve of his neck.
"I'm so sorry, baby. Please, please, forgive me."
Hermione's body slowly loosened up but her breath was still ragged, her eyes still filled with panic, her body shaking.
"Baby, oh, baby. I'm so sorry. Shh, please forgive me."
"Draco," she whimpered into his neck.
"I know, Hermione. I know I frightened you and I'm sorry. Let me get you into bed and I'll leave you alone."
He left her there for a second to get a large t shirt she usually slept in. He came back to her and slowly raised her sweater off then slowly unbuttoned her white shirt.
"Turn around, baby."
Shaking, Hermione obeyed and Draco pulled the shirt off of her shoulder from behind. He undone the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor. Draco held the shirt around to her and she slid her hands into the shirt and Draco raised the rest over her head and pulled it down, making sure she knew he was tying to help her, not to see her naked body.
Draco placed a hand at the small of her back and had her sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt down in front of her and took of her shoes and her socks.
He walked over to the side of the bed and pulled the covers back. Walking back to her, he gently picked up her hand and pulled her up into standing position.
He slowly inched his way up the back of her skirt and undone the tiny zipper, his eyes never leaving Hermione's petrified face.
The skirt pooled at Hermione's feet and Draco had her step out of it and guided her to the bed. She only stood there looking at it.
Draco gently placed his lips to the side of her neck and turned her around to sit her down on the bed. He tucked her in as if she was a tiny child. She tremble and was still scared out of her mind, her eyes huge with fear.
Draco was trying to be a gentlemen, knowing he was anything but that. He felt her tremble and her little whimpers, and to his disgust, it was almost turning him on. That was the sound he thought she'd make when she came but Draco would never know. At least she wasn't crying, Draco thought to himself. He knew he couldn't take that.
She was tucking into bed and Draco smoothed her hair back from her face. He went around the room picking up her dirty clothes that he just took off of her and folded them and placed them on a chair along with her shoes.
Draco gently kissed her forehead, slipped her ring back on her little finger and stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door silently behind me. He leaned against the back of the door and closed his eyes.
"You alright, man? I could hear you two from down by the fireplace," Cody told him
Draco swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," a long silence followed then, "
We're fine."
"Are you sure? Because over what I heard, she has a point. You can't be twofaced around people, especially around girls."
"But I'm n-"
"Yes, Draco, you are. You two act like your in love in the common room but as soon as your out of here, you two don't talk or even look each other. I bet you anything she thinks that you are just using her."
"I'm not!" Draco snapped.
"I know, but she doesn't."
Draco frowned in thought. "You want me to be seen with her like in between classes?"
Cody shrugged. "It wouldn't hurt."
"Yeah, but I-"
"Draco."
"What?" Draco asked, confused and just wanting peace.
"Do you like her?" Cody asked.
Draco raised an eyebrow at him. "Of course I do."
"No, I mean really like her as in could love her?"
Draco didn't say anything and Cody went on. "If you do just show her you care." Draco opened his mouth to respond but Cody cut him off again. "All the time, Draco. Not when you feel like it but when you're mad or even with friends. I know I sound like I'm nagging but it's better to try and make a marriage work than having to live with someone you hate."
Draco nodded in agreement and Cody said goodnight. Draco leaned back against the door again. He took in a deep breath and slowly let it out then rubbed his face with his hands.
Draco stepped away from the door to go to his room but something stopped him. He heard a noise form Hermione's bedroom. He pressed his ear against her door.
It was Hermione crying. She was bawling into her pillow, making the sound smothered and quieter but non the less heartbreaking. Her sobs were hoarse and know doubt painful to the soul. Draco placed his hand on the doorknob and then thought better of it. She didn't want to see him right now so he turned around and went to his room, his heart breaking and in much pain.
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Hermione woke up the next morning and looked at her watch. She still had ten minutes. Laying back down, Hermione stared up at the ceiling. She thought of Draco and then suddenly she rolled out of bed and to the bathroom, stripped and hopped into the shower.
She was not going to think of him. Not true. Her thoughts were only on him. His temper and then he seen how scared she was and he instantly settled down, holding her and comforting her. She remembered him taking her clothes off for her. He didn't touch her in any suggestive way but turned her around she he couldn't see her body.
Hermione stepped out of the shower and got dressed without thinking of him, her thoughts totally on her classes for the day.
She finished her hair and make up and went down the stairs. She was almost out of the common room for breakfast when Draco's voice broke into her thoughts.
"Hermione, wait up." Hermione stopped but didn't say anything as he came up beside her.
They walked out of the common room together and down a few floors.
"How are you?" Draco asked.
"I'm alright. Yourself?"
Draco smiled. "I'm okay. You hungry?"
"Yeah, I guess," Hermione responded.
"Damn, we have the test today don't we? For Potions."
"Yeah. Did you study for it?"
"A little."
Hermione smiled politely at him. "Oh oh."
Draco laughed and smiled down at her. "Oops." They reached the entrance of the great hall. People were standing around waiting for the doors to open and allow them in.
Draco and Hermione talked with each other waiting for the doors to open.
Four of Draco's friends came over and said hi and Hermione automatically stopped talking. The four didn't say anything and looked at Hermione, obviously waiting for her to leave and Hermione took the hint.
"I'm gonna go," Hermione self-consciously said.
Draco reached out and grasped her hand. "No, stay." Hermione was pulled back and she stood awkwardly in silence with Draco's four friends until the door opened.
Draco said bye to Hermione at the door and unlaced their fingers.
"See ya later, Hermione."
"Bye." As Hermione sat down she thought about his change. So he was trying, she realized. She smiled down at her food and talked quietly with Ron.
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Over the next few days Draco acted as if he really liked Hermione and wasn't ashamed of liking her. He walked around school with her, made his friends be kind to her. It was nice, really nice.
It was the next Tuesday and Hermione found Draco waiting for supper. He was talking to a bunch of people and Hermione didn't want to be stared at again so she walked right by. The bad thing was that Draco did see her.
"Hey, Hermione," he called.
Hermione slowly turned around and put a fake smile on her face.
"Hi, how are you?" she asked quietly.
"Good and how are you?"
"I'm alright. I have to go thought. I'll see ya later."
"Hey, wait a sec." Draco reached out for her arm and brought her back to him. "I forgot something."
"Yes?" Hermione asked looking up at him.
Draco swiftly brought his lips down to hers, bringing her body closer, crushing it against him. Slowly, he let her go and he stared down into her questioned eyes.
Hermione looked at him hard, knowing what he was doing. He was trying to show his friends that he was in control of the relationship and that she was only a fling.
Hermione shook her head slowly at him, only he could see this though and than muttered, "Bye."
With that she walked off without another glance at him.
"Damn," one of the guys said.
"You looking' at her ass, too?" another commented.
"How can you not? Damn, Draco, what'd you do to her? She's the new school babe."
Draco gave his friends a sly smile. "And there's so much more that you don't know." The group laughed and went to their table as the doors opened.
Hermione sat at her table not talking, just eating her food, waiting for classes to start. When they did she just wanted them to be over. Draco was in every class but one today.
"Hey, Hermione, how are you." Draco asked after the last class.
Hermione shrugged. "I'm okay." Silence.
"Oh, yeah, I'm good, too. Thanks for asking."
Again, silence.
"What's wrong, Hermione?"
"Nothing. I just didn't have a good day."
"Why not? You were okay in all the class today but as soon as I'm with you, you're miserable and grouchy."
"Then maybe you'd get the hint," Hermione snapped, her patience running thin.
"Now what'd I do?" Draco cried. "I've been doing nothing but be nice to you. Even in front of my friends."
"Oh, puh-leese!" Hermione snorted with disbelief. "Being your sex kitten? Is that what I am to you? Is all you care about is getting me in your bed?"
"Of course not!"
"Then why are you acting like that's all I am?"
"Hermione, that's not how it is."
"No, Draco. Let me tell you how it is. I felt good and okay with myself when you acted normally with me. But I seen you three times around classes and every time you made sure your friends know you were in control. You made them think that I'm your newest sex toy. It wouldn't bug me one bit if you kissed me after classes when we parted but when you have to do it in front of all your friends and have your tongue down my throat, it's not . . . right. It make me feel discussed and used and cheep."
"I didn't know."
"Now you do."
"Hermione, I'm sorry. Again. Do you just wanna go to the library and get some homework done?"
Hermione shrugged. "Fine."
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Draco and Hermione were in the library doing homework when they heard two girls gossiping.
"Have you seen Hermione with Draco lately? There always making out and touching each other. It's so gross."
"But funny," the other added. "Miss. Perfect has turned into the school's whore." The two girls giggled and went on talking. Draco glanced and Hermione who was staring down at her book, her hands clasped tightly together.
"I bet you anything it'll be over soon. That's what Draco did with me. We had sex and the next thing you know he's off with another girl.
"And I thought she'd be the only girl waiting for marriage."
Another giggle. "Apparently not."
"Oh, and this morning! I walked by the Slytherin table and a bunch of the guys were like, oh, look at her ass and damn what a rack."
"And soon enough, every guy will know what they look like."
Shaking his head, Draco got off the shelf and stalked around the corner.
"Hey, Steph, Jess. How are you guys?"
"Uh . . . Draco! What a surprise. We were just thinking about you."
"Yeah, I heard. And also I heard you two talking about Hermione. Don't you two have anything better to do than talk about us? As I remember you were the school whore for what? Two years? And that was back in four year. Does it bug you that much that nobody wants your ass anymore? Or is it that fact that-"
"Draco," Hermione's voice cut in. She walked in between the two shelve of books and grabbed his arms. "Let's go."
"I'm not done talking."
Hermione looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Yes, you are."
Draco stared back at the two girls, his eyes full of hate. "Think about what you say around here. Whatever you say, I can dish it out two times as worse." Draco followed Hermione out of the space and to their things.
"C'mon, Jess. Let's go." The two girls left and Draco turned back to Hermione.
"Hermione, you okay?"
Hermione looked down at her paper and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."
She wasn't. Draco could tell that she had to choke the words out. He knelt down in front of her and snatched her hands off of her lap and gripped them into his large ones.
"Hermione, baby, don't listen to them. You are not a whore."
Hermione sniffed quietly and nodded her head. Draco let go of her hands and cupped her face in her hands, lifting her face up to him.
"Hermione, you are too good to think about what they say about you." Again, Hermione nodded. "There's just jealous. They want to be like you, Hermione. They want to be smart, beautiful, bright, kind and brave. Plus," Draco added softly with a smile, "You are gonna marry the cutest guy in school."
Hermione laugh nervously and slowly smiled. "So true."
Draco softly kissed her soft parted lips then her forehead. "C'mon, baby, lets get out of here."
Snatching up their books, they left the library and brought their book to the common room.
"I wanna show you something."
Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and brought her up to the top flight of stairs and into a dark room.
"Draco, I-"
Draco turned around to face her. "Hermione! Do you take me as kind of monster? I'm not gonna do anything to dishonour you." He held up two finger and smiled. "Scouts honour."
Hermione through her head back and laughed. "How do you know about that?"
Draco smiled a twinkle in his eyes. "Come here," Draco ordered walking away from her.
Smiling, Hermione shook her head.
"Okay then." Draco walked swiftly to the window then jumped out.
"Draco!" Hermione screamed, frozen in place.
Draco's arms swung over the windowsill and then his head appeared. "C'mon, Hermione, let's go."
Frowning, Hermione slowly step over to the window. She popped her head out of the window and looked down. A foot or two under Draco was a roof.
"Sit on the windowsill, now slowly swing your feet over." Hermione did as Draco instructed and looked down at the roof, eight feet down.
"Now, give me your hand." Draco held is hand up and Hermione greedily seize his hand away as if she were a poor man finding money on the ground.
Hermione took a deep breath and steadily slid off. Soon enough Draco's hand was on her waist, lowering her feet to the roof.
"Wow," Hermione breathed taking in the site of the grounds and the beautiful lake.
"I know."
Hermione smiled up at Draco and sat down on the roof. They talked quietly for an hour and watched the sun set and the stars slowly appear.
As Hermione stared up at the stars, Draco lay on his side, his head supported by his hand as he stared at Hermione. He took in her beautiful smile and her mysterious eyes, her slightly parted lips.
As is she could feel Draco's gaze, she turned her head on looked up at him. "What?" she asked, her heart taking a leap at his gaze and heated eyes.
"You are so gorgeous."
Hermione blushed and turned her gaze back to the sky. Draco pulled her face back over with his forefinger and met her gaze evenly.
"Don't cower away anymore, Hermione. You can take a compliment every once and a while."
"I know. It's just that I'm not used to people being nice to me."
"Get used to it , Hermione, because you'll be getting a bunch of them."
"Then, thank you."
Smiling down at her, Draco chuckled. "No problem." Draco lay back down and gazed up at the stars.
Hermione leaned over his face and stared down at him, hard.
"Can I tell you something?" Hermione asked.
"Sure. What's on your mind?"
"I just wanna tell you that you have very sexy lips."
Draco raised an eyebrow, a sly smile on his lips. "Really?"
Hermione nodded. "Really."
"Why don't you kiss these very sexy lips?" Draco questioned.
Hermione smirked and kissed him deeply, taking Draco's breath away. Draco thread his finger through her hair and pulled her body over his.
Hermione let out a cry of surprise and tried to get off of him, breaking their lips apart.
"Nu-uh, darlin', I like you right here."
"I bet you do. But I really don't feel comfortable on top of you."
"Then we have to get you used to being up here."
"Draco, I'm probably squishing you by now."
"Hermione, I bet you don't even weight one-fifteen."
"So that doesn't mean-"
Draco cut her off with his fingers across her lips. "Stop talking and kiss me."
"Draco-"
"Hermione."
"Draco, I really-"
Draco gripped her around the waist and rolled here underneath him. "Better?" he asked.
"Uh . . ."
"Good." Once again, he took her mouth, making her moan. "I love that sound," he murmured against her lips.
Hermione ran her fingers up his back, feeling the muscled then ran them back down his back, slightly digging in.
Draco moaned deep in his throat and traveled with his mouth down her slender neck and felt her pulse jump under his tongue.
Hermione purred and Draco almost caved in.
"I want you so bad," he gasped.
"I can tell."
Draco rolled to his side and lay there, his face still close to hers.
"I got a letter from Annabelle today."
Draco frowned. "Your aunt?"
Hermione smiled. "Yeah."
"What'd she say?" Draco asked, running his knuckles over her jaw.
"She said she approved of you for marriage."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Did she?" He smirked to Hermione's nod.
"The odds are against you, Hermione."
"I know." She agreed.
"So then maybe we-"
"Should give it a try?" Hermione finished. "Draco, marriage is for life not to give it a shot and back out. It's not like trying to cook something."
"I know, Hermione. But I really want to try this marriage thing. I really think it'll work. I know I can be with you for the rest of my life. I know I can, Hermione. I just . . ."
Hermione stroked the side of his face. "You just want a little bit of my faith."
"That's all I want. You still have a month to decide."
"A month? That's all? Why don't we wait for school to be over?"
"My parents want it on February 14th."
"But we can't keep it a secret when I have a ring that's on the wrong hand."
"We wont have to keep it a secret." Draco picked up Hermione's left hand. "Where is your ring by the way?" Hermione held up her right hand and flashed him the ring.
"Why's it on your right hand?" Draco question, slightly pulling away.
"I thought it was better to keep it here. You didn't want people to know and it reminded me that is till have a choice."
"You'll always have a choice, Hermione. Just make sure it's the right one."
"Then can I have a little while longer to decide if this is what I want?"
Draco nodded and kissed her forehead. "Sure, baby, whatever you want."
"Thank you."
"No problem. Let's get to the end of supper before we have to wait until breakfast." Draco helped Hermione up through the window and Draco pulled himself up. He took her hand and led her to the great hall, shortly kissed her goodbye and walked away, leaving Hermione in thought about her future.
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