Draco and Hermione: Lust or Love

..Hogsmeade..

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That next day, Hermione and Draco decided to go to Hogsmeade together to look for outfits that would look good together.

Draco told Hermione to tell Ron and Harry to meet her at Honeydukes at about noon. She owled them saying to meet her there at noon. Draco and Hermione started to talk about what they should look like.

"No," Draco told Hermione at her suggestion. "That'll look stupid."

"Well it's better than what you want!" Hermione told him.

"No, it isn't! Yours is even worse! No, it's horrible!" Draco told her, standing up to walk away.

"You're too stuck up in your world to even listen to other options," Hermione told his back. He stopped and turned around.

"What?"

"You heard me. You're too stuck up in your perfect world to even think about what others think. You don't even give anyone a chance to say what they think. Whatever you want, you get."

"Take that back," he ordered in a hushed and dangerous voice. His eye had turned a scary cold grey.

"No! It's true and you know it!"

He walked up to her, eyes still blazing. "You don't know shit about me so don't act like you do."

"Oh, but I do. You're the guy everyone's afraid of. The son of a death eater. The boy who's into dark magic and soon to be Voldemort's little helper."

"Shut up!" he said. His eyes weren't blazing but they were cold.

"What are you gonna do?" Hermione asked him, actually afraid that he might hurt her. "Hit me?"

His voice was surprising calm. "No."

"Oh, I see! You can't touch a mudblood. You'll get my germs and daddy wouldn't want that, now would he?" she mocked.

"That's not why." Draco said through clenched teeth. "I don't hit girls."

Hermione shook her head. "Oh, come on! You're father would love it! You hitting a filthy mudblood!"

Draco looked away from her as if his own words hurt him. "I told you," he said bringing his gaze back over to her. "I don't hit girls. And I don't care what my father thinks. I've hit a few girls thinking it was right. But then I stopped."

"Why?" Hermione asked, interested, her fearing disappearing and curiosity coming in.

Draco shook his head. With his eyes closed he told her why he'd stopped. "I was walking down the hall in the Malfoy Manor. Father had just talked to me, told me to take charge of my woman. I was in control, always in control. If my girl did something wrong, I was to punish her. He told me the girls I was with never took control over my life. I was walking past his bedroom to go to the library when I heard it.

My Mum's whimper. When she was getting punished, she knew not to cry. To take that pain and hurt." He looked at Hermione. She was almost in tears. The pain that he was letting out, was hurting her as well. "Then she started to cry out. In a whisper she started to beg. Then almost yell it as he started to hit her harder. She would beg and plead. She would cry for help softly and beg some more. 'Saying please, Lucius. I'll do anything but please, just please stop.' But he wouldn't. He's just hit her harder than he started to rip of her clothes.

Right then I knew it was wrong. Men to don't control woman. Every time he would rape her, she would get pregnant. And every time he would punish her for it. Beat on her until the baby died inside her. I know that it is evil and wrong." he seen a tear fall down her cheek. He wanted so bad to go and wipe it away and comfort her, to take his word back. But he couldn't and if he could, he wouldn't. "But then again, this is my father." he let out a laugh full of sorrow.

He stared Hermione in the eye, making her look down. More tears fell down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry. I gotta go." She turned around and sprinted out of the common room.

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The next morning Draco had to wake Hermione. She was sleeping in, really sleeping in. She was supposed to be down in the common room five minutes ago.

"Hermione?" said as he knocked on her door. "You have to get up." he heard her sit up in the bed then get up. She went to the bathroom and shut the door.

Draco went back down stairs and waited for her. She came down twenty minutes later. She was wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt that showed a bit of her flat stomach. She was wearing a little bit of make-up, making her look really nice. Even hot, for Draco's option. She pulled a sweater on and zipped it up half way.

On the way there, they didn't talk. Both afraid to say something about last night. So Hermione did.

"About last night, I'm-"

"Don't worry about it, babe." he told her. They entered a muggle shop there and looked around. It was a formal shop. Draco helped Hermione pick out something. And after trying on the fifteen dress, Draco decided he liked it. It didn't have any straps. It just went around her. There was a slit up to her mid thigh and at fell down her ankles. It was black and they both loved it on her. When she had come out of the change room he couldn't even answer to how she looked.

He just stared at her, thinking how beautiful she was, plain old gorgeous.

"Ummm is that a no?"

"No!" Draco told her. "I think it's perfect. You look great, babe." she smiled at him. He wouldn't stop calling her babe so she just went with it like a nickname.

Next was Draco. He tried on a few different suits. They didn't look right on him. So Hermione got a normal tuxedo and told him to try it on. It was a black on with a white shirt on underneath. It was really nice. He looked hot.

"Okay. But you have to do the tie up."

Draco looked up at her. "I can't figure out how."

Hermione signed but walked up to him to do it for him. The reached up and grabbed both ends to knot the tie. When she was done she fixed the collar of the jacket. Pulling her in close, Draco kissed her softly, sweetly.

The problem with kissing Hermione was that when he started to kiss her it was almost impossible to stop. She would always kiss him back, always wanting him as much as he would want her. It was so weird, kissing her. He loved to kiss her. Her lips were soft and delicious; he could never get enough of them. Never get enough of her.

"So it fits then?" the lady asked from the other side of the shop. Hermione pulled away from Draco, eyes sparkling.

She back away from him. "Yes, it fits." Draco paid for his tuxedo and they left just in time for her to get to honeydukes. Draco walked her there and said good bye. Wishing she didn't have to go. 'What are you talking about? You want her go.' he told himself. 'You don't want to get attached to a girl like her. Geez, Draco. Snap out of it. She isn't right for you. But I like her . . . but I can't like her. Stupid girl. Just forget about her and think about . . . Quidditch! Yeah, Quidditch.'

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