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This was it. Hermione found herself in front of the large black gates of Malfoy Manor. She bit her lip, unable to take her eyes away from the ominous looking estate.

"Just going to stand there are you, Granger?" A cold voice interrupted her gaze, and her eyes fell on the smirking blonde standing before her.

"Malfoy," she hissed.

"In the flesh," he smirked again. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to go back inside. Follow me," and with that he opened the gates and walked back towards the manor.

Time seemed to stop as they walked silently side-by-side. Thinking talking might make it go by faster, Hermione cleared her throat. "Why did you come out to get me?"

After a long pause that made her think he was ignoring her, he spoke. "Mother insisted," he stated in a low voice, not caring to hide the annoyance in his features.

Finally they arrived at the entrance and walked in. Hermione was met by a smiling Narcissa who had gotten up from a chair to greet her. "Ah Hermione. Welcome my dear," she said, embracing her in a friendly hug.

"Hello Mrs. M-malfoy," Hermione was stunned by her kindness, not expecting it at all seeing as why she was there and who she was. Maybe the Malfoys have changed. She glanced at Draco standing in the corner, arms crossed and utter boredom playing across his face. At least one of them anyway.

"Oh please dear," Narcissa laughed, waving her hand. "Call me Narcissa."

"Narcissa," she tried, nodding her head towards the women with a small smile.

"Splendid!" She cried, clapping her hands together. "Draco will show you to your room dear," she stated as she motioned for Draco with her finger. He pretended to ignore her, more interested in staring at a picture on the wall. "Draco," she spoke again, her tone more demanding.

He let out a groan and reached for one of Hermione's trunks. "Yes mother."

Pleased with herself, she looked to Hermione and smiled again before walking into the next room. Hermione watched the women leave, noticing the graceful yet demanding way she carried herself. Her attention then turned back to Draco. "Well aren't you going to show me to my rooms, Malfoy?"

He looked at her with disgust, and silently led the way.

After awhile, Hermione was so caught up in her surroundings that she failed to realize Draco had stopped moving and collided into him.

"Watch where you're going mud-blood," he hissed.

The word mud-blood sent her off the edge, and she could feel the tears start to form in her eyes. "Get out of my way you blonde ferret!" She yelled shakily, grabbing her trunks and making her way into the room in front of them.

"With pleasure," He rasped, and strode off down the corridor.

Hermione closed her door and sank down to the floor. Why? Why me? Why here? After dabbing her eyes with her sleeve, she looked around to find herself in a gorgeous bedroom. A dark mahogany canopy bed sat in all its king-size glory to the left far-side, with dazzlingly white curtains hanging from the top. Right in front of her on the opposite side of the room, two french doors lavished in the same dazzling white curtains, stood tall opening up to a huge balcony. Her eyes then shifted over to her right, where they were met by a beautiful fireplace with two comfy looking leather chairs. She looked down on the floor she was sitting on and wasn't surprised to find elegant hardwoods. Casting an eye upwards, the ceiling seemed to go on forever, but a very majestic crystal chandelier said otherwise. "Wow," she breathed.

"Does miss like her room?"

Hermione jumped as she noticed the house elf beside her. "Yes very much," she smiled, nodding her head.

"Master told Pinky to help yous if yous need it," It squeaked, softly bowing its head.

"Well thank you Pinky, but I don't need any help right now," she smiled again.

The elf bowed its head and popped out.

Hermione got up brushing herself off., and charmed her trunks to slide under the bed. She didn't feel like unpacking, but exploring. She opened her door with caution, peeking to see if anyone was outside. Wait what am I thinking? This place is huge. What are the chances that I would actually bump into someone? She closed the huge wooden door behind her and started to roam down the unfamiliar corridors. Wandering down a set of stairs, she took a right and found herself in the Malfoys' library. Her jaw dropped as her eyes noted the shocking abundance of books surrounding her. This had to be the largest library she had ever seen, even larger than the one located inside Hogwarts. She slowly made her way to one of the packed shelves and walked down the row, brushing her fingers across the bindings as she went. She stopped suddenly when she heard speaking. Frozen, and unsure of whether it was a good idea to be in there or not, she stiffened hoping she wouldn't get caught.

"Oh Draco!" An annoyingly shrill voice giggled.

It can't be. Hermione curiously peering over the top of a book, looked to see if she could spot where the voice was coming from. It can. There was Pansy Parkinson, looking as though she were attached to Draco's side. Hermione rolled her eyes. Looks like she hasn't changed either.

"Draco," she whined, as he took his lips away from her neck. His back stiffened, and Hermione knew he could feel someone watching him. Her watching him. She held her breath and ducked behind the bookcase. Her heart raced inside her chest, as she desperately prayed he wouldn't investigate his feeling further. After a few minutes of silence, Hermione peered through a small opening between two books on a lower shelf. Good he hasn't moved. She watched as Pansy leaned against the shelf next to her and wrapped a leg around one of Draco's.

"Draco," she cooed, trying to sound seductive.

Hermione could feel a giggle bubbling up inside her, but stifled it before it could escape through her lips. Obviously Pansy wasn't good at her 'seductive voice'. I need to get out of here before I blow it by laughing. She reached in her pocket, but realized her wand was still up in her bedroom. Merlin, how am I going to get out of here? She wondered if they had left already. Nope. They were in fact still there because the sounds of definite snogging started to rise from their side. Oh how disgusting! Hermione quickly got up and made her way to the next bookshelf, and then the next, and then the next, until she had gone deeper into the opposite side of the gigantic room. Her eyes scanned the walls near her for doors, and she was elated to find one. She quietly turned the crystal knob and slipped in. She was surprised to find herself in an identical room to the library, although this one was definitely smaller and had a desk and chair. Where am I?

"Why hello Miss Granger," a velvety voice drawled. Hermione gulped and turned around to come face to face with Lucius Malfoy. "So I see you've found my personal study," he smirked.

She didn't know what to say. "Um...uh...sorry Mr. Malfoy I was just-"

He put a hand up to stop her. "First of all please, call me Lucius. Secondly, do not be alarmed Miss Granger. I wouldn't dare harm you. I assume that you were just acquainting yourself with your new home." He finished and motioned for her to sit down in a chair by the fireplace. She sat down, not wanting to defy him, and waited for him to speak again. He seemed as though he were about to when he stopped himself. Not seconds after, a house elf popped in and announced Narcissa would like a word with him in the dining room. After the elf popped out, he spoke. "Please excuse me Miss Granger for my wife needs me," he smiled and left her alone to her thoughts.

I will be forever grateful to that woman. She was relieved that she didn't have to stay in that man's presence and left the room, vowing to remember never to enter it again. Not caring anymore if Draco or Pansy spotted her, she walked down the length of the library over by where she had spotted them. Her eyes glanced quickly in their direction and to Hermione's disgust, found them still going at it. Honestly, do they have no decency?

"No," a voice seemed to answer her thoughts, and her eyes widened as she turned to see them again. Her breathing returned as she realized it was Draco speaking to Pansy, not her. She kept on walking but could still hear him speaking.

"No, Pansy."

"But Draco!" She whined.

"No. Not today," he spoke in a harsh voice, and her whining ceased.

Hermione quickened her pace as she heard footsteps behind her. Please don't talk to me, please don't talk to me.

"Hey! Hey mud-blood!"

Hermione spun on her heel at the insulting name. She turned to see a smirking Pansy arm-in-arm with Draco. "Don't call me that," she spat through clenched teeth. Her glare was met with a taunting smile.

"Mud-blood, mud-blood, mud-blood!" She sang letting go of Draco's arm, and placing her hands on her hips.

Just walk away. Just walk away. Hermione ignored the voice inside her head and stomped right up to her. "Stop!"

Pansy only laughed. "What are you gonna do about it, mud-blood?"

"This," and with that, Hermione clenched her fist and punched her straight in the nose. Fuming, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the library, leaving a screaming Pansy and an utterly shocked Draco.

As she reached her room, Hermione closed the door and ran to her bed. She pulled the curtains back revealing silky sheets, and flopped on top of them. Grabbing a pillow she stuck her face in it and screamed. Once she felt all of her anger had left or at least simmered down, she just lay there and thought. That sure felt good and Pansy definitely deserved it. That was extremely childish for me to do...I'm sure I'll get in trouble for that one, but Merlin, how she deserved it! Hermione could not help but wonder why Draco said nothing. If it was Pansy who had come up and punched her while she was beside her boyfriend, you better believe he would've have acted out. One can only assume they were boyfriend and girlfriend with how they were acting, crawling all over each other and everything. Yet he said nothing. Ron would've definitely caused some sort of commotion. Ron. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she thought about her boyfriend. It was only this morning that they had said goodbye, but it felt like she hadn't seen him in weeks. She hadn't even been able to tell him that she loved him. She had been planning on telling him for weeks now, but always ended up putting it off at the last moment thinking it wasn't the right time. Today was the perfect time, and she hadn't been able to say it. Suddenly a soft knock came from her door. Oh great. It's someone here to yell at me for punching Pansy. Hermione gulped, praying it was anybody but Lucius.

"Come in," she squeaked.

Hermione let out a huge sigh as Draco made his way in, shutting the door behind him. "Oh it's you."

He lifted an eyebrow, "Disappointed, Granger?"

"What do you want Malfoy," she bit exasperatedly. "If you've come to yell at me for punching Pansy, save your energy."

"On the contrary," he drawled. "You did me a favor. I have been wanting to do that all day, but it is ungentlemanly to hit a lady," he smirked.

Hermione only rolled her eyes. "Oh yes but I imagine it is gentlemanly to think it and want to do it...as long as you don't put it into action, am I right?"

"Quite."

"Well if all you came in here to tell me was thanks for punching your girlfriend, I see that we are finished here."

Hermione turned to face the balcony when she felt the mattress move beneath her. Her eyes bulged as she swung around to come face to face with Draco. "What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing Malfoy?"

"Ah language, Granger," he breathed as he wagged his finger in her face. She swatted his hand away, and he let out a low chuckle.

"Malfoy get off of my bed!" She yelled. She could feel her face blushing feverishly. He payed no attention to her words as he put his arms behind his head and lay back against a pillow, swinging his feet up to lay straight. Hermione knew the longer he stayed there, the deeper red her face turned. What is he doing?

"Pansy isn't my girlfriend," he simply stated, staring at the top of the bed curtains.

"What does that have to do with you being on my bed? Get off!" She howled, trying to push him off, but he didn't budge.

"Do you enjoy touching me Granger?" He smirked, grabbing one of her hands.

"Let go!" She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but failed. Merlin, he's strong.

"Only if you say please."

"No!" Hermione huffed.

"Fine then. I'll just be holding onto your hand forever." He caressed it with his thumb, and stared at her. She guessed he was waiting for her to say something, but to both of their surprise she didn't. After minutes of silence he grinned. "You do enjoy touching me, Granger."

"I most certainly do not," she retorted, turning her head away from him.

"Oh really?" She turned back to say something when her eyes met his, and she noted what seemed like curiosity was beginning to burn deep inside them. He inched closer until she could almost feel his breathe on her cheek. "What would happen if I were to do this?" He wondered aloud and began to caress her cheek with his free hand. She shivered involuntarily, which sparked the curiosity in his eyes to burn hotter. Hermione could only imagine how red her face was about now. Probably as red as Ron's gets when I kiss him. Merlin! What was she doing?

"Malfoy stop touching me," she closed her eyes. "Please." Just as he promised, his hand released it's grip on hers and his other hand dropped from it's movements on her cheek.

She opened her eyes expecting him to be gone but there he was, the famous Malfoy smirk plastered on his face. He then got up from his spot and proceeded to walk back out the door without a single word. Hermione didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to feel.

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