Fine line between love and hate

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Chapter 6

Dinner

They all sat around the dinner table, Hermione’s and Draco’s eyes lighting up as they saw all the food.

“God that looks so good.” Hermione said, licking her lips as she saw the bowl of mashed potatoes coming towards her. She grabbed them and began piling the creamy potatoes into her plate, ignoring Malfoy’s gaping.

“How can you eat that much and still stay thin as a stick?” He asked her, Hermione shrugged.

“The doctor says, I have a high metabolism.” Ignoring Malfoy’s stare she began eating her mashed potatoes and sausages, moaning ecstatically in appreciation of the taste. Malfoy shook his head and passed the gravy to Jason.

“Don’t worry, she’s always like this. You should have seen her last year when Ron and Harry were here, spending Christmas with us. Are you friends with Harry and Ron as well?” Sam asked Malfoy. Malfoy’s eyes widened, as Hermione fixed him with a piercing stare.

“What was Weaselbe...” Malfoy’s reply was cut off by Hermione shoving a sausage into his mouth.

“Try the sausage, its Italian.” Hermione said, smiling sweetly at him, and then giving him a look that told him to shut up and eat. Swallowing the sausage that had been shoved into his mouth, Malfoy’s grey eyes narrowed on her but he kept quiet.

“He’s not really friends with Ronald and Harry.” Hermione said looking at her mother and smiling.

“Oh.” Sam said, and then smiled sweetly at Malfoy who returned a well mannered smile.

Malfoy glanced at Hermione before returning to his food. Hermione let out a deep breath and continued devouring her dinner. Malfoy continued to eat the wonderfully home cooked dinner and looked up at Sam.

“So, you really cooked all this? I mean, by hand?” He asked Sam, Sam chuckled at Malfoy.

“Yes Draco, by hand. It’s quiet easy. Hermione can show you how to cook something if you like?” She said to Malfoy.

“I’ve never cooked anything in my life before. I mean at home we just wave a wand and all the food appears.” He said biting into his steamed broccoli. Sam laughed as she watched Malfoy’s face grimace as he tasted the broccoli.

“Not to your liking?” She asked.

“No offence Mrs Granger, but not really.” Malfoy said, Jason laughed as he watched the teen.

“Don’t worry, Princess hates them too.” He said chuckling and then looking at Hermione as she gave a face of disgust at the thought of eating the green vegetable.

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Later that evening: 11pm

“Okay we are going to bed.” Jason said getting up from the leather couch with Sam.

“Good Night.” Sam said then leaned over and kissed Hermione on the cheek.

“Don’t stay up too late.” She said to the teens, Jason leaned down and kissed his Princess on the forehead.

“Night.” Jason said following his wife.

“Night Mum, Daddy.” She said then focused her eyes back to the TV screen.

Both Hermione and Malfoy sat on the leather couch at opposite ends, the fire crackling near them and the TV playing the late night Christmas film. Hermione had her feet up and had a soft cream blanket wrapped around her legs and Draco had his feet balanced on the table in front of him. His grey eyes drifted over to Hermione, her skin glowing in the fire light, her eyes seeming brighter and more beautiful to him.

“I’m hungry.” Hermione announced, Malfoy’s eyebrows rose.

“We just ate desert.” He said laughing; Hermione turned her face towards his and pouted.

“So? I’m getting some cookies that mum just made.” With that she got up and headed to the kitchen. Malfoy’s eyes followed her as she made her way out the living room. She soon returned with a plate full of double chocolate chip cookies.

Malfoy let his gaze go to Hermione’s face, as she took a bite of the double chocolate cookie in her hand. Her eyes barely closing as she savoured the taste of the freshly baked confectionary. A blissful moan of appreciation slowly escaped her being. He felt his cock harden as he heard that low moan sensuously escape from her mouth.

“Mmmm uuum mmmmm, these are delicious.” Hermione said taking another bite, as she looked over at Malfoy.

“Taste one.” She said offering her plate of warm cookies to him. Smiling he took a warm cookie from the plate and took a bite. Malfoy closed her eyes as the chocolaty taste erupted into his mouth.

“Mmmm, I agree.” He said; his hand diving for another cookie. Hermione giggled and let her eyes wonder over Malfoy, who was currently devouring a cookie. After he finished he looked over at her and took a deep breath.

“So, you and Weasel bee?” He said, Hermione’s face dropped and she looked away.

“Look I didn’t mean to offend.” Malfoy said noticing her change in expression as he brought up the subject of her and Weasely.

“Ronald and I didn’t work out. That’s it. End of story. Okay?” She said in a cold and detached voice and then looked at Malfoy. Malfoy held up his hands in surrender.

“Sure…” He said. It was when he said that; Hermione relaxed back into the sofa and smirked.

“So, you and Pansy?” Hermione said Malfoy snorted at her statement.

“She wishes.” He said then looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

“Why, you jealous?” He asked smirking. Hermione made a face of disgust.

“In you’re dreams Malfoy,” she said, then turned her gaze back to the TV. She could feel his gaze on her and shifted uncomfortably.

“Why did you invite me here?” Malfoy asked in a quiet voice, Hermione took a deep breath. What could she say in response to that question? She felt sorry for him? She wanted him near her during the Christmas holidays? Her feelings were growing more and more each day and she was now getting erotic dreams about the two of them? There really was no way to answer this question without making his ego grow even more or hurt his feelings.

“Hermione?” He asked softly, her eyes darted straight to his.

“I felt bad.. I mean here I was with my family and you, well you had no one.”, she said, her eyes moving away from his. He leapt up from the sofa.

“So it was out of pity, huh Granger?” He sneered. Hermione flinched as she heard him.

“No.” She insisted.

“Well I don’t need your pity, I don’t need anything. Especially from a Mudblood!” He spat out venomously. Hermione’s eyes went wide as she heard the cruel words leave his mouth, and she leapt up from her seat. Her fist clenched and she drew it back and sent her fist flying into his face, and it made contact with his perfect cheek bones. Malfoy’s head whipped to the side as she punched him; slowly he turned his head back and looked straight into her blazing brown eyes.

“I invite you to my home, I ask you to spend Christmas with me and my family and you spit it back in my face. You ungrateful son of a bitch, I thought you had changed. For Merlin’s sake, I gave you the benefit of the doubt; ignored Harry when he said you were still the same loathsome little cockroach. Then you call me…you insult me and my family when I do this for you. Just go Malfoy, just go because at the moment I may do something I may regret later on.” Hermione said as tears pooled in her eyes. Malfoy felt his stomach clench as he watched her angry and pained face.

“Granger, I’m so-” Malfoy began

“Just go.” She said turning away from him to face the burning fire.

Malfoy reached out his hand to touch her but stopped mid way hesitant to touch her, fearing it might make things worse. Pulling his hand back he turned and headed up the stairs to go to bed.


Hermione let the tears fall freely down her face, her heart clenching with pain. She thought he had changed, thought he had really moved on from his superiority but she had been wrong. She knew this would happen, she knew that in the end he would let her down, fail her in some way. Sitting back down on the sofa she shakily took in a breath and quickly wiped her eyes, her mascara smudging around her eyes. Hermione slowly got up and started to go upstairs to go to bed, needing to be alone.


Malfoy mentally kicked himself, god he was such a dick head at times, no wonder Hermione hated him at the moment. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her feelings, but when he knew she had only invited him to spend Christmas with her and her family out of pity, his ego had taken a big hit. Malfoy had hoped that she had invited him to spend Christmas with her because she might have liked him too, and she wanted him too, not because she felt sorry for him. Grabbing his duffel bag, he pulled out the neatly wrapped present. He looked at the neatly wrapped present, the gold wrapping paper with glittery snow flakes over it and the golden ribbon wrapped around it making the present even more enticing. Closing his eyes he gripped the present tighter.

“I am such a dick head.” Malfoy said to himself, loathing himself at the moment.

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Hermione closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep, but was failing miserably, her mind kept on replaying what had happened earlier, she was brought out her thoughts by a gentle knock on the door.

“Granger?” Malfoy whispered, knocking gently again.

“Come on Granger, I know you’re still awake.” Malfoy whispered to her from the other side of the door.

Hermione sat up in her double bed and looked at the door.

“What do you want?” She hissed back.

“Can I come in? . . . Please?” Hermione sighed.

“Okay.” She said pulling the sheet closer to her body, the door opened and Malfoy stepped in, dressed in silk pyjama bottoms and a plain white T-Shirt, his platinum hair still glossy and silky and hanging around his handsome face. Sighing he closed the door while running his other hand through his hair and walked over to her double bed. Sitting on the end of her bed, Malfoy looked at her through the dark.

“I’m sorry Hermione. I was wrong, I know I should be thankful that I’m spending Christmas with you and not by myself, its just….” Malfoy trailed off, not knowing what to say next.

“Yeah, well some times, sorry doesn’t cut it Malfoy.” Hermione said coldly. Malfoy sighed in depression and caught her eyes, silently begging her to forgive him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Hermione said crossing her arms over her chest, her black silk camisole sliding over her skin and pushing her breasts together, giving Malfoy an enticing view of her cleavage.

“Please. . .” Malfoy said, slowly crawling towards her. Soon he was crawling on all fours towards her, his body pressing against hers. Hermione took a deep breath and could smell the soft musky smell that was uniquely Draco Malfoy, her body beginning to stir with passion for him.

Draco let his steel eyes drift to the sheet was currently covering her chest. Slowly he hooked his index finger over the end of the sheet and began to gently tug it away from her. Hermione held the sheet tighter to her, not wanting Malfoy to see her half naked. Slowly she let the sheet slip away from her, exposing herself to his eyes. His steel grey eyes running over the soft, peachy skin of her neck, yearning to place his lips against it; kissing it, sucking it, brand it his. His eyes then fell to her breasts. The soft milky skin, pale in complexion against the black silk material of her camisole.

Hermione’s breath caught as he undressed her with his eyes. She could feel herself breathing faster, could feel her heart beating faster she could feel the familiar twist in her stomach in passion as he continued his assault of her. She felt herself freeze, no know what do to. Her mind telling her to run, scream…… do anything to push Malfoy away from her. But her body simply refused to move, instead she felt her body responding to his advances. Hermione felt her nipples harden through the silk and herself get more wetter that she already was. Silently groaning at the reaction her body was getting from him; Draco then lifted his grey eyes to meet with her brown ones.

“Please?” Draco asked, his face mere inches away from hers. Hermione looked into his eyes, passion mirrored in his stormy grey eyes as well. Their breaths caught as they looked at each other with intense passion.

“Draco..” Hermione’s whisper was cut short when Draco’s warm, firm mouth descended to engulf her soft pink lips.

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Jayna