Draco and Hermione: Lust or Love

..The Ball..

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"Hermione! Hurry up!" Draco yelled up the stairs as he paced back and forth

"I'm almost done!" she yelled back down.

Another five minutes past. "Hermione!"

"I'm done!" she told him as she started walking down the stairs. Hearing this, Draco turned around to see her, her nice creaming legs showing as he came down the stairs. He stared at her with his mouth open slightly, his heart beating hard.

She looked like a goddess, her soft, silky, slim legs going on forever. She came down and smiled at him. She had a nice necklace on that had a diamonds all around it. A bracelet to match. Draco noticed that she had a ring on the necklace. It was a guys ring, like a wedding ring it looked like. The dress looked perfect. It was tight, showing off her curves and the slit was awesome. Her hair was up in a messy bun with this weird shine to it.

Knowing he'd been staring at her, Hermione started to talk. She cleared her throat and looked at him. His tie was undone but the rest of him looked ready. He had spiked his hair, Hermione's idea. "Need help with your tie?"

Draco shook his head to clear it and looked down to see it undone. "Oh, yeah. I tried but I couldn't get it."

She walked up to him to help. She took the two ends with her tiny hands and done them up. Hermione was so close that she could feel his warm breath on her face. He smelled really good Hermione notice, too. She looked up at him, a smiling tugging at her lips.

"You look good" he told her softly, making sure she knew he was serious, his voice a little tight.

"And you, too," she said, smiling once again. Draco slowly leaned in and placed his lips gently on hers, making her blood race, her stomach knot and her head spin. He leaned away from her, looked her in the eye and kissed her once more. Hermione's knees buckled and Draco pulled her right against him, helping her to stay on her feet.

He pulled back, smiling down at her. "We better go."

Hermione backed up and cleared her throat. "Yeah, I guess so."

Draco grabbed her hand, and headed towards the door.

"Draco?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah?" he answered back, only looking at her for a second.

"Will you follow your father when you're older?"

He stopped and looked at her then turned around and kept on walking. Hermione just shrugged but kept on walking with him. It was a normal question, wasn't it?

They got to the great hall soon after that. The doors weren't open yet and everyone was waiting outside the doors. Hermione looked around at the people. She seen Pavarti Patil and Lavender Brown. The looked really nice. This year, they and Hermione had gotten to be good friends. They both seen Hermione and left their dates for a few minutes to go and say hi.

"Hermione! Oh, my god! You look so good!" Lavender told her.

Hermione blushed and smiled at her. "So do you! Oh, my gosh, you guys look so great!"

"Man, our dates are so boring!" Pavarti complained. "They don't even talk to us!"

"Oh, it must be horrible having to go with him!" Lavender whispered to Hermione. Hermione knew she was talking about Draco. And he heard too.

"No actually. He's really good looking and he talks to me." Hermione told her. "And he's a lot better than any other guy I can think of that isn't in our house. I really don't mind." the doors were opening and the people were starting top go inside the great hall.

"Yeah, but it's Draco Malfoy, Hermione!"

"And and I happen to like Draco Malfoy so why don't you shut up before I make you?" the two girls looked at each other then walked away, noses in the air.

"Snobs," Hermione muttered to herself. Draco led her into the great hall. It was so nice. The sky was a mid-night blue. There were a few stars in the sky, too.

After about three minutes when everyone found a table and sat down, there was nobody dancing.

Hermione and Draco went to go sit with Harry and Ron. Draco just sat there quietly and looking around. Hermione started to talk to them. When she realized the she was ignoring Draco she turned around to look at him.

"Do you want to dance?"

He looked to where you were supposed to dance then back at her. He got up and took her hand, leading her to the dance floor. Everyone was looking at them, since they were the only people dancing. It wasn't a slow song but it was slow enough. Hermione smiled at Draco as he turned around and they started to dance. That made more couples start to dance as well.

"I'm sorry about the question. I didn't mean to make it personal but-" Hermione started to say.

"Don't worry about it, babe. And no, I will not follow him!" His voice was firm and convincing.

"Good. You're too good that."

Hermione put her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder as Draco held her tighter as the danced. Draco thought about what she's said. 'You're to good for that. What was that supposed to mean? That. What was 'that' exactly?' Draco asked myself.

That night, was like a dream for Draco and Hermione. Not realizing that they were getting the hots for each other, they dance, their heads in cloud nine.

It was getting late, and Hermione wanted to go. She told Draco that and he told her that they'd go right away. He led her off of the dance floor to the table where she wanted to say goodnight to Ron and Harry. She smiled at them both, gave them a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then she turned to him, waiting for him to come too.

They walked without talking to their common room. That thing Hermione had said was nagging at Draco. They went in and they both headed for the stairs.

Hermione turned around to say good night but Draco decided to talk first. "Hermione, what is 'that' exactly?" he meant when she'd told him that he was to good for 'that.'

Hermione looked at him, dead serious. "That, is darkness. You, Draco, belong in the light. I'm tying to show you that. You will be powerful, Draco. But you'll have the wrong kind of power. You'll have the dark power, the power of the next Dark Lord, the power to kill us muggle borns. Unless you change your future and you're decisions, you'll end up like Voldemort but with more power. And with that all that power, it will lead you to killing me."

Hermione wanted to tell Draco that that was his future. The next Dark Lord. She had dreams, dreams that showed the future. She had told Dumbledore about these dreams that were coming true. And he just smiled at her and then told her that was because she was a seer.

Hermione want up to him and kissed him on the cheek. "G'night, Draco."

Draco watched her go up the stairs to her room. 'How did she know this?'

Draco couldn't go to sleep at all that night. So he went down stairs to do some of his homework.

Hermione came down a few minutes later. She spotted him and sat down on the couch beside him.

"Can't sleep?"

"Yeah. What you'd said, it kind of freaked me out. Hermione, how do you know that?"

"Everybody knows that," she told him.

"No, they don't, Hermione. They don't know that I'll be the next Voldemort. Are you, like a seer?" his expression was in a mocking way, the same with his tone.

"Yes." that shocked him and took him totally off guard. He was expecting a no and her saying that she was only guessing."

"But I wont." Draco told her. "I wont follow Voldemort. I know I wont!"

"You don't know that. I wish that was true but right now, it is. You're Father has power of you right now. He makes decisions for you." Hermione gave him a look that said, I-know-what-I'm-talking-about. "On the third day of the fifth month, you will have the mark. The mark that will never be taken off, the mark of death. Draco, if you don't make your father stop telling you what to do, that will happen."

"No! It wont happen! I wont let it happen!" Draco yelled, getting up from the couch.

"Draco, you don't know that he can do to you. He knows spells that you can't even imagine. They're that bad, you'd wish you'd die. And Draco, he will use them."

"I already know what that feels like." Draco growled at her. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I might be wrong but I still gave a warning. So don't blame me." Hermione got up and was starting to go up the stairs.

"Hermione . . ." Draco called from behind her. "I'm sorry. I just-"

"You just nothing, Draco. It's normal for you to get mad. My news is never good. But if I'm right, just please promise me one thing?"

Draco didn't believe anything she was saying so he was going to make a promise that he wasn't going to have to worry about. "Sure."

"Promise me you wont kill him." she whispered and a single tear ran down the side of her face. She wiped it away, irritated that she was crying.

Draco had to strain to hear her. "Kill who?"

"You know who. The one boy who he's after. The boy that made the world this way."

Draco had to think. Who made that world this way? "Potter?" Potter… if he didn't stop Voldemort, he would have kill all the muggles and muggle borns. The world would be different if not for him…

"Yes. Please, just please, promise me that you wont kill him."

"Fine."

"Say you promise." she pleaded.

"Okay, I promise."

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