A/N: Wow, thanks for all the reviews. You people are too nice. Anyway, I am on holidays soon – this chapter will probably be up when I am on holidays – so yeah. Onto the chapter.

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Chapter Five: Dangerously Obsessed

Hermione hurriedly threw on her jeans and black ¾ sleeve top. With a quick glance at her starring cat she slipped on her shoes and ran down the hallway. She was running late again for the second time that week and day in a row. Pushing the kitchen door open, she came to a sudden and surprised halt.

Sitting at her kitchen table, as if she owned the place, was Narcissa Malfoy. Hermione shut the door behind her and stepped into the kitchen more to avoid being hit in the back from her swinging door.

"May I ask, why you are in my house?" asked Hermione politely.

Narcissa stood up, "I got your address from the business card I have from your business. I need to speak to you about my son."

"Okay. Could we possibly do this later today? I'm running late for work and I have an appointment in twenty minutes."

"Then I have at least fifthteen minutes to explain everything," replied Narcissa coolly, "Perhaps we should sit down, in your living room?"

Hermione nodded, turned on her heel and pushed the door open for her and Narcissa to enter the lounge room. Both sat down prim and properly on a separate crème lounge each.

"Now, let me tell you what my son has confided in me this morning," started Narcissa, "He has said that he doesn't love dear Pansy. Also he said you made him realize I few things."

"Mrs Malfoy, why are you telling me all this?"

"Listen to me, do not interrupt… he said he is only marrying Pansy so he won't grow old alone and to please his needs, also to please his father. You made him realize this, you put doubts in his mind."

"Mrs Mal-"

"Mother I am not calling the wedding off and will you please leave the wedding planner alone."

Narcissa and Hermione spun around in their seats to see Draco standing by the hallway. Hermione stood up looking as though she was no longer in her own home.

"Look," snapped Hermione running a hand through her hair, "This is my home. I do not bring my work into my home. If you would like to speak with me more – book an appointment for later today. Now could you both be so kind as to leave? I have to get to work now."

"No," replied Narcissa standing up, "I want to know something, now."

"Mother, please, leave her be."

Narcissa turned to her son looking aggravated, "Why are you defending her? She is a mud- muggleborn witch!"

"I have to go now. When you two have done arguing in my home, please leave," cut in Hermione preparing to apperate, only to have Narcissa grab her arm.

"Not just yet. Are you sleeping with my son?" demanded Narcissa.

"No!" cried Hermione, glaring at Draco, "I'm the wedding planner, that is against what I am doing for him and Miss Parkinson."

"Very well, have you seen my son out of your office?"

"Hello!" cried Hermione pointing at Draco, "He's right here, in MY home!"

"Apart from now."

Hermione sighed, "Yes, we have run into each other – but both times nothing… sexual happened between us. The first time I was drunk, last night I-"

"Last night?" interrupted Narcissa, releasing Hermione and stalking over to her son who was glaring at Hermione, "You saw her last night? Why may I ask did you go see her last night?"

"I really have to go… perhaps we can continue this in my office now?"

Narcissa turned to Hermione, "Fine."

With a sigh of relief Hermione closed her eyes and thought of her work and was gone within a crack.

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Hermione ran over to Luna, who looked at her startled, "When Harry and Ginny arrive please tell them I won't be long. I have two Malfoy's in my office arguing."

Luna frowned, "Why are they arguing in your office?"

"Narcissa Malfoy came to my home wanting to know if I was sleeping with her son, Malfoy turned up… argh, its too confusing! Can you please tell Harry and Ginny the message?"

"Sure."

Hermione smiled and ran into her office, opening and closing the door to be welcomed by a yelling Narcissa, "Thank Merlin for sound proof walls."

"- you left to go and see her! Why Draco did you do that?" cried Narcissa.

Hermione edged her way to her desk and pulled out Harry and Ginny's file Luna had put on her desk earlier. Draco glanced at her from where he sat and looked up at his fuming mother.

"I needed to see something," he replied.

"You mean you needed to see her," snapped Narcissa, pointing at Hermione angrily.

"No… I needed to see if I was right. Meaning I needed to see if she would take Weasley back for the reasons I am marrying Pansy."

This time Hermione looked up, mainly due to the fact the room was quiet with no one daring to speak. Narcissa sat down and shook her head before looking up at Draco with pity. Draco frowned, as did Hermione who placed her quill back in its holder.

"Stop this now, Draco. Don't let your obsession go on," whispered Narcissa.

"Obsession?" said Hermione and Draco in unison, neither glaring at each other like they normally would.

"Draco you are obsessed with Miss Granger! You are only interested in her love life because you are obsessed!"

"I am not obsessed!" denied Draco standing up, "She is the wedding planner and a person I knew from Hogwarts."

"Good morning my love!"

Hermione jumped up as Ron appeared behind Draco and Narcissa. In his hand he held a bunch of roses.

"Ron," greeted Hermione with a smile, "What are you doing here?"

"I brought you flowers," he said slowly, "Did I interrupt something?"

"Yes," snapped Draco glaring at him, "Apparently I am ob-"

"Oblivious to the fact he needs a new dress robe!" cut in Hermione hastily running around to Ron.

She took the roses from Ron kissing him on the lips, which earned a look of disgust from Draco who in return got a slap on the arm from his mother. Ron on the other hand smiled with joy.

"I should get to work," smiled Ron adoringly at Hermione, "Perhaps I can come over tonight?"

"Err, sure. Around seven," smiled Hermione kissing him again, "Bye."

"Bye sweetheart."

Ron was gone with a crack missing Draco mimicking him, "Bye sweetheart, gosh Granger, are you sure he isn't gay?"

Hermione sighed and transfigured a broken quill into a black vase full of water. She placed the roses in them breathing in the sweet aroma, "Shut up Malfoy."

"Draco," said his mother, "You need to stop this obsession – do not deny it! If Lucius found out… Merlin knows what he would do."

Draco sighed and looked up at Hermione, who looked at him before looking at her roses. He stood up and walked to the window behind Hermione saying softly, "Why did I kiss you?"

This jerked Narcissa out of her depression mode, "YOU WHAT? Miss Granger you said nothing... naughty happened!"

Hermione smiled guiltily, "I don't class kissing as… naughty."

"Draco, why did you kiss her?"

"I don't know. It just happened okay? It was a mistake… I'm late for work." Without another word Draco was gone in a crack, leaving Hermione to handle the anger of Narcissa.

"I don't know how you are doing it, or whether you even know you are doing it," whispered Narcissa softly, "But you are to stop this… obsession he has with you, even if it means breaking up with that Weasley boy."

"Excuse me, Mrs Malfoy, I will not sabotage my… relationship with Ron to suit your sons obsession!" snapped Hermione, "Have a good day Mrs Malfoy."

Narcissa sighed and left with a crack.

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Harry and Ginny stepped into Hermione's office, welcomed by her stressed smile and the scent of roses. Hermione directed them to take their seats and Hermione sat down in hers with a deep sigh.

"So… have you finished everything I asked you both too?" asked Hermione.

"We have. The colours are going to be pale, so they don't clash with my hair," chuckled Ginny, earning a true smile from Hermione, "The colours are light blue for the bridesmaids and your dresses – Harry wants a muggle wedding and my father would be delighted if I had one. The groomsmen will have light blue ties as well. Is that okay?"

Hermione nodded, "Perfectly fine." She jotted the chosen colour down, "Okay. So seeing as the dress colour is light blue, you need to define which colour light blue you wish to have. Sky blue, baby blue or pastel blue."

"Umm… pale pastel blue?" said Harry unsure.

"Beautiful," smiled Hermione, "Alright. So the dresses are that colour and so are the ties. Now have you found a place to have the wedding ceremony?"

"Yes. The church at Godric's Hollow. The priest married my parents there and well, you know I feel that if I have the wedding there… they will be with me on that day."

Hermione smiled, "I'll make the booking tonight," Hermione stood up, "I'll be right back."

She rushed out to the reception area and pulled open the filing cabinet, "Okay, caterer, flowers, lighting, music and tailor… is that all?"

Luna stood up as she returned a file into the filing cabinet besides the one Hermione was going through, "Yes."

"Wonderful. Thanks Luna."

With a smile Hermione headed back into her office. She handed the lists to Harry explaining what they were, "These are the lists of things you two need to decide on. Music, lighting, caterers, tailors and flowers. But make sure your flowers suit your choice of colour. The tailors on the list are a mix of muggle and magical. Once you decide on a tailor, either you two can go and visit them or I can organise a date where you and those involved in wedding can go visit them naturally with me seeing as I am involved in the wedding and the wedding planner."

"I prefer the last way," said Ginny with a nod from Harry.

"Alright. Now… what else… ah, yes, vowels. Will they be personal ones written by you both or traditional ones?"

"Personal."

Hermione wrote the note down and shut the file, "Okay so I won't have to see you both until… in three weeks. So book an appointment with Luna."

"Not so fast," cut in Ginny, "You got back with Ron."

Hermione groaned, "Not you too."

"Why Hermione?" demanded Harry, "You're leading him on."

"I'm not leading him on Harry. I will learn to love him again. I swear."

"Hermione, you can't force yourself to love someone who just isn't right for you. Don't throw your love away for Ron. He pushed you into this relationship and you know that."

"I thought you two would rejoice at me getting back with Ron. Not be against it."

"Look, we can tell you my Mum is over the moon, so is Ron. But everyone else can see through your façade," stated Ginny.

"Look I love you both like a brother and sister… but I know I can love Ron."

Harry sighed, "Fine… it's your choice."

The three stood up and Harry and Ginny left without another word.

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Hermione washed her dinner plate and utensils, as well as the other pots and pans. After she completed her task she exited the kitchen to be greeted by Ron sitting in a relaxed position on the lounge. Hermione suddenly remembered that nights date and smiled, "I didn't hear you arrive."

"Sorry," smiled Ron, "Come sit down."

Hermione edged her way across the room and slid into the seat beside him. Her body was tense as his arm snaked around her waist drawing her closer to him.

'This is just like six months ago,' thought Hermione, 'Relax. You want to love him, so you need to relax.'

"You okay, babe?" asked Ron worriedly.

Hermione turned her head to look at him and smiled, "Just fine. It's just been a while… since I've been this close to you."

Ron gave a side like smile and leaned in, pressing his lips softly against Hermione. Hermione tensed up against but relaxed into the kiss. Yes, she may be having difficulty relaxing with Ron, but it had been a long time since she had kissed let alone done… well that.

Ron's hands slid down her back, lifting her shirt up a little to allow his hands access to her bare back. Hermione, tensed again, pulling away from Ron, rather breathless. Ron sat back, frowning in confusion.

"I'm sorry Ron… I just don't feel ready for that, yet," explained Hermione looking down at her hands.

Ron placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled, "Hey, that's fine. Whenever you are ready again, so am I."

Hermione smiled, deep down she knew she would never be ready to go that far with Ron again but wasn't ready to admit that either.

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Ginny sat down beside her husband to be who was holding a picture of him, Ron and Hermione. He sighed and turned to Ginny who grabbed his hand and smiled.

"Look at her smile Ginny," said Harry, "She never has loved him… and here she is forcing herself to just to make Ron happy, but in the meantime she is making herself unhappy."

"I know Harry."

"She's hurting Ron."

"I know Harry."

"Why is she doing this to Ron and to herself? That's what I don't get."

"Maybe… maybe someone needs to make her admit that she can't love Ron as someone to spend her life with."

Harry nodded and placed the photo on the table beside the lounge, "Perhaps we need to speak to your Mum?"

Ginny paled at the thought, "Harry she's… off with the faeries so to speak."

Harry sighed, "I know… but she can weasel stuff out of Ron and Hermione like no one else can."

If only they knew so could someone else they least suspected.

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Draco weaved his way through the crowded Digion Alley. It was the weekend again, meaning the whole argument at Hermione's happened three days ago. He entered the coffee shop and ordered his normal drink and found table. Pansy was somewhere in the alley spending her money, which meant leaving him alone – that suited him just fine. But still he couldn't get over his mother's accusation- him sleeping with Hermione, shagging Hermione, kissing Hermione… wait that he had done.

The waiter brought his coffee over and scurried away to let him drink in peace. Only that wasn't going to happen.

"… but I am really stressed out about this wedding, Hermione… she keeps changing her mind!"

"… don't let her walk over you… calm yourself, crying isn't going to help you… lets go get a coffee."

Draco turned around to catch the eyes the one he'd kissed. She looked away and smiled at the blonde girl beside her.

"Two coffees. One with one sugar and the other with two. Milk in both thanks," ordered Hermione before finding a table with the blonde girl.

Draco stood; suddenly he was in the mood to talk. He walked over to where Hermione sat and invited himself into the spare seat beside her.

Hermione turned to him frowning, "Can I help you?"

"What? Can't a friend come and chat with a friend?"

Hermione sighed, "I wou-"

"Um, Hermione I might go. I'm not feeling that well," interrupted the blonde who was Merle.

Hermione looked at Merle and saw she was indeed pale, "Okay… would you like me to come around later?"

"If you want."

Hermione nodded and waved goodbye to Merle who stopped by the counter to inform them only one coffee with the one sugar was needed. Draco chuckled and turned to Hermione smirking. Hermione on the other hand rolled her eyes and pulled that days Daily Prophet out of her handbag. She turned to the second page and began reading an article on cauldron size restrictions written by Ginny.

"So Granger. How is dear Weasel going?" asked Draco as though he was truly interested.

"Why are you so interested?" replied Hermione as she turned the page.

"Just curious."

"Here is your coffee Hermione."

Hermione looked up and smiled at the waiter who was looking curiously between Hermione and Draco. Draco glared at the waiter who then hurried away.

"So you are just curious?" said Hermione looking up at him, "Well did anyone ever tell you that curiosity killed the cat?"

"Yes I have been told that."

"And have you also been informed that, "said Hermione as she stood up collecting her handbag, paper and coffee, "Obsession can be dangerous?"

Draco stood up, stony faced as Hermione smirked at him, "Granger I am not obsessed with you or your bloody sex life."

"No one ever mentioned a sex life, Malfoy. Only the fact that you seem to want to know every aspect of my non physical relationship with Ron."

Hermione turned and walked out of the coffee shop, followed by a fuming Draco. Once outside she spun around glaring at him, "Listen to me now. My personal life is none of your business in any way. Who I date, shag, do ANYTHING with has nothing to do with you, Malfoy. Stay out of my business, you hear me?"

"Let me tell you something in return Granger. If you were happy with Weasley would you be this defensive about it?"

Hermione said nothing, she glared at him and turned away, walking down the alley leaving behind a very satisfied Draco… making him realize something himself.

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He rushed into his mothers reading room, slamming the door behind him, then locking it with his own personal locking charm – every Malfoy created one so no one could walk in on them during any personal or private moments.

Narcissa looked up at her son surprised as he sat down in front of her, holding his head in his hands muttering to himself.

"Draco, whatever is the matter?" asked Narcissa placing the book she was reading on the table beside her 300-year-old chair.

"You're right… completely right," he replied.

"About what?"

Draco looked up at his mother in desperation, "I am obsessed. Too obsessed."

"Oh… Miss Granger… when did you see her?"

"Just minutes ago at the coffee shop beside Madam Malkin's… I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone and she was there… I had to talk to her, find out more about the Weasel… it's wrong, I know it is. But I can't stop myself. How, Mum, how can I stop this?"

Narcissa stood up and walked to the nearby window picking a flower out of the large vase beside the wall length window, "Every one deals with obsession differently. You need to find a way to cope with your obsession with Miss Granger," Narcissa turned to Draco, "She is very pretty, Draco. But she is Muggleborn. Do not let you're your obsession turn into unwanted feelings. Things will get messy. Especially when you need to be focusing on yours and Pansy's relationship."

"I have tried working on that Mum. But she is just so bloody annoying!"

"Look past her annoyance. Find something you both connect over."

"I'll try. But I am not promising anything."

With that Draco turned and strode out the room, after unlocking the door.

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"Harry, Ginny! How are you both?" greeted a cheerful Molly as her daughter and soon to be son-in-law appeared in her kitchen, "You just missed Fleur and Bill! They went out for a bit while Jonathon is asleep."

"Hey Mum," smiled Ginny hugging her mother before taking a seat at the long table.

"Hello Molly," replied Harry sitting beside Ginny, "Actually we came here to talk to you about Ron and Hermione."

"Oh isn't it wonderful that they are back together!" cried Molly clapping her hands together.

"Perhaps for those who were wanting it, like you and Ron. But not for Hermione… or Ron."

Molly frowned, "What is this about?"

Ginny sighed, "Hermione doesn't love Ron. She never has… only as a brother."

"But during school-"

"She thought her feelings were something they weren't I guess."

"What we are trying to say Molly," said Harry calmly, "Is Hermione is in this relationship with Ron for a few reasons that we can think of… there may be others we can't think of… one is Ron pressured her back into the relationship and another is maybe she feels he is the only man who will love her. She is forcing herself to try and love him Molly and as she is doing it she's hurting Ron and herself."

Molly nodded understandingly.

"We came to Mum because we think you can find out more things we can't. You know how to make them talk to you about everything," added Ginny holding her mother's hand, "I know you love seeing Ron happy and him and Hermione together. But in the long run both are going to be hurt."

"I'll see what I can find out. Thank you both for telling me this," smiled Molly, "It's just a pity for them both. They both deserve to be happy. Not just one person."

A/N: Some of you have been saying I am making Ron look bad. I don't mean to… I guess it is just how it comes across. Sorry for that. Anyway I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

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