Lustful Intentions
By: Le Noirde Adhara
.L.u.S.t.
It was three days before he dared approach the lovely witch that had him captivated. He had heard from the many spies that he had floating about that she wasn't in the best mood. And seeing as he would quite like to have his manhood intact for as long as it was possible, he figured it would be much better for everyone if he stayed away ("You git! If you don't get a move on those reports, I'll castrate you" being the example in question).
He came dressed casually for once in Muggle clothes, much as he loathed them. A bouquet of daisies in hand, and a box of chocolates in the other as a last resort, he rang the doorbell, silently hoping she wasn't home.
After what felt like five minutes, but was only half a minute, the door opened to a much frazzled witch with wet hair. She looked like a cat that was drowning, to put it mildly. She was only wearing a towel, and it took all of his self restraint and then some not to rip it off her.
"Malfoy?" she asked disbelievingly. She really didn't believe him when he said he'd be around by owl post the other day.
"Yes, I fully know who I am. Did you have plans later today?"
"Um, no, not really. I had a good book to read, but it can wait."
"Good, I was thinking we could spend it together."
"Me and you, spend a day together? Ha! You must be out of your bloody mind." She left the door open, traveled through the sitting room and to her bathroom.
"No, I'm in my mind. I just don't know how I got there, is all."
He heard something like a giggle and was just about to question her on that when she replied, "Why are you really here?" The sound of running water could be heard over her voice.
"I told you, we're spending the day together so get ready."
He plopped down in one of her two recliners and picked up a magazine in boredom. He waited for a reply, but none came. After flipping through the periodical, he put it back in its place and looked up. Hermione had just walked in wearing jeans, boots, a t-shirt that said "Sugar Kills" on the front, and a jacket was over that. Her hair had somehow been straightened, and it hung nice and long down her back. He remembered that in their Hogwarts days, she never wore her hair up and she never wore makeup; the only exception had been the Yule Ball, when she had applied her makeup with an artist's hand. Upon that thought, he was determined to get to know her better and to find out what her childhood had been like.
"I don't think we should. I might be called in today, and that would cut our time in half. So, I'm sorry to disappoint, but I can't." She smiled sweetly, but he could see through the happy façade; she really didn't want to spend any time with him.
"Well, that'll have to be a risk we'll both need to take. I want to get to know you, Hermione," Draco added, upon seeing the look on her face. "I want to make up for all those years I called you 'mudblood' and was a prick in general. I want to make up for it, is that so hard to believe?"
Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but Draco cut her off quickly, "Please can I make it up to you?"
Hermione stared at him. It was murder to be thinking this. She should tell him to go to hell, throw him out, and hope he would leave her alone. It was the smarter thing to do out of the two roads she had just been shown.
But on the other hand, the Gryffindor side of her knew that a divide existed between his old house and her's, and, unlesssomeone acted against it, that divide would grow wider and stronger. It was suicide to do so, she was mental for thinking that this could change something, but heaven help her if she wasn't going to allow him in.
Hermione nodded her head. It was the right thing to do, so why did she feel as if she had just signed her soul to the devil?
Draco smiled. "I thought we could just go to a park; look at people doing things, birds, trees, and get to know each other better. Would that be alright?"
Hermione put on what she hoped was a happy smile. "Sure." Yeah, like hell itwould bealright.
She opened the door and gestured him to leave before her. He did and she locked the door before closing it behind her.
They walked in silence side by side to the park that was only a couple of blocks from Hermione's cottage. Hermione had decided that it wouldn't be her that broke the silence.
"I always did love daisies. I have no idea why. Maybe it's because they look so cheerful, so happy."
Hermione looked around. The sidewalk on both sides was planted with daisies. It made a pretty sight, to see all the white petals. It made her realize that some things, while tainted with time, would always remain pure. "They're not my favorite, but they are lovely."
"Ah, yes, but even lovelier still, are white roses. A symbol for purity, and a special token they are. Huh, I'd even wager that they're fit for a princess."
"Who's pure in blood," Hermione couldn't help but add.
"Ah, but she's not as pure as you might think. Sometimes, the most wise and fair person comes from blood that has not an ounce of purity."
"You used to think differently."
"Ah, but that was before I saw the light."
"Both literally and figuratively?" Hermione responded slyly.
"Both literally and figuratively," Draco agreed. He stopped suddenly, and turned to the woman beside him. "I've changed Hermione. You may not know how much, but I have. I'd like to strike a friendship with you. I'd like to make up for all those years we could have had, and to make better the years to come."
Hermione stared into his grey eyes. She tried to search for any hint of a lie, but none was there. IT seemed he was sincere. Hell, who knew if he wasn't being that way? Gazing into those silver-like eyes, Hermione realized that for all the evil he had ever done, she couldn't help but trust him. And because of that trust, she believed him.
.L.u.S.t.
Oh, come on! You really expect me to continue right there? That's the perfect cliff hanger! Just wait until next chapter.
I've decided to make this a little bit more fast paced. Hermione's showing real maturity, and we've yet to see how Draco responds. Maybe in the next chapter we will?
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