The Most Dangerous Thing a Slytherin Could Do

Hey! thanks for all of the reviews! Honestly, I haven't thought of where to put Senior Malfoy...lol. I'll think of something. As for Mrs. Malfoy, well, you'll have to wait and see. Should I make her a complete bitch or somewhat nice? So much to think of. Thanks again to thoses who reviewed!

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Soup in the Snake Pit

The weeks in September rolled by, leaving Hermione in a daze. It seemed like only yesterday she was at the Opening Feast, and now, it was a day before brunch with Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy. She shivered at the thought. She didn't really accept the invitation, the damn ferret just assumed so. The day that he "asked her presence" at his manor, Hermione met up with Ginny and Harry. She told them the whole story, the snide remarks, everthing. Hermione saved how he looked amazing for Ginny when Harry had left them two alone. They both gave her a caring smile, and told her to tell Draco to, "Kiss her cute little ass." Well, Ginny had suggested that, but she was crazy and thought that she, Hermione Jane Granger, had a crush on the Syltherin. She ofcourse abnegated the claim Ginny made. There was nothing sexy about his bright blonde tresses, his piercing liquid silver eyes, beautiful structure....

Shaking her head, she sighed heavily. Shutting the book she had in her hand closed, obviously not interested in reading at the moment, she stood up from the sofa and walked over to the book self and put it back in its place. As she did so, the common room door swung open to reveal Draco, covered in sweat, in his Quidditch uniform. Hermione took in a sharp breath at his apperence. It was just so unfair that he looked good all the time!
Not realizing that she was staring, she was brought out of her thoughts when a cough broke the silence in the room.

"Oi, Granger? Heart stop did it?"

"What? No, I was just wondering what that stench was that walked in. I found out it was you."

"Hm, thats the smell of a real man Granger. All sweat. I admit though, I need a shower. Oh, and if I don't see your ass down her at nine o'clock sharp here in the common room tomorrow, well, lets just say you'll get the most unpleasnt wake up call." Draco smirked. She was definitly checking him out. But then again, who wouldn't. He knew he was good looking. Hell he got the Gryffindor Virgin Princess to salivate at his presence. That, he deemed, is a feat won. She looked at him with a heated expression, her eyes had darkend and her cheeks became flushed.

"Well, wouldn't want that now would I?" Hermione figured that for once in this life time, that she should do what he asked. 'I mean really its just lunch, with the snake herself.' she mused.

"Good, for once you listen. Hm. Well, no matter. Dress appropiratly. No muggle jeans and sneakers. Bad enough that your going to be in my manor."

"Yeah, yeah." Hermione walked away, waving her hand at him as she left, dismissing the conversation. Really, need he remind her every minute that she was going to "soil
his manor"? Climbing up towards her room, she shut the door and readied for bed.

Draco, sat down on the sofa with a heavy groan. Damn did he hurt. Being captain and Seeker of the Slytherin team was brutal. But he was determined to win that House Cup this year. Potter and his slags had won it for too many years in a row now. Rubbing a glove covered hand over his face he cursed when he smelt himself. 'Ugh, you know you stink when you can smell your own odor.' He rose from the sofa once more and stumbled over to the bathroom. After a long hot shower, he climbed into his bed, not bothering to put his sleep wear on.

As nine came around the next morning, Hermione stepped out her bedroom, looking around for Draco. 'Its nine, where is he?' "Maybe he forgot." she mused. She walked toward the fire place and looked at the pictures on the mantal. Draco was sneering at her even in the picutre. Turning away she saw Draco step out of his own room. He didn't seem like he noticed her yet, giving her time to look at his apperence. He was in dark dress pants, much like the ones he wore during school, and a simple white button up dress shirt. He looked groomed, yet dissevled. How he managed to pull both off and look good, she'll never know.

"Ready Granger?" Draco pressed, now tapping his foot with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Honestly, could she stop that. But then again, he was guilty too. While she was looking him over, he was doing his own survey. She was fresh out of the shower. Her honey curls cascaded down her shoulders, light make up to enhance her natural beauty, a soft pink blouse that hung tight to her breast and slim waist, and a black pecil skirt. She dressed the part like he had asked. Where was a camera when he needed one? Holding his arm out at her nod, they Apperated to the front gate of Malfoy Manor. It was set behind shurbs of all kinds, rows and rows of white rose bushes, and a emerald green walk way to the front door. It was maybe four stories high, with all the makings of a castle. Light stone walls, towers on each end, all it need was a mote and she'd would think she was back in Medieval Times. He pulled her alone towards the front door. As soon as her heel clicked on the marble flooring of the pourch, the massive woodend door swung open to reviel a house elf.

"Master Malfoy," he bowed low, "Ms. Granger, Mistress is on her way." Nodding at the elf's presence, Draco walked around the small creature pulling Hermione along with him. He knew all about her S.P.E.W. crap a few years ago. She just didn't understand that this was what elves were for, they lived for serving people. No one really made them, they liked it. He could tell she wasnt thrilled about it, but he couldn't give a crap.

"Hm, thank you Argentum." Hermione looked up at him with a questioned look. 'Silver? You named a house elf silver? Ironic much?' "We will wait for her here. Go tend to brunch with Crinitus."

"Yes Master Malfoy." Argentum bowed low again, snapped his fingers, and disapeared in a sparkly smog. Hermione and Draco stood at the bottom of a landing akwardly. She was memorized at the interior decor. It wasn't at all a dungeon like she remembered. Hermione shivered at the memory. That was horrible. 'Why? Why did I agree to come? Knowing this scum bag, he'll make us have lunch in THAT room.' She saw portraits of Malfoy family member starting with what seemed like the first Malfoy back in 1103. 'Woah.' She thought. She couldn't even remember her first cousin's name and yet here he was with his great-great-great-great-and so on grandfather Lord Francis Drake Malfoy. She was pulled out of her thoughts when Draco coughed.

"Mother, you look as radiant as ever." Looking up Hermione saw one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. She had long soft blonde hair, much like Draco's. Her eyes were large and a soft ice blue. Narcissa had an elegant body, slender hips and waist, standing maybe 5'6". Her gown was emerald green, touching the floor with its velvety fabric. The dress came down in a "V" across her chest and back, the sleeves endingn at her elbow. Gems sparkled when the sun reflected its ray's on it. Hermione felt small compared to this women. Narcissa stopped at the bottom of the landing and opened her arms wide for her son. He walked over, towering even his mother, and hugged her.

"Oh, my Draco! How I've missed you!" Narcissa kissed his pale cheek and turned to Hermione. "And this must be the Head Girl. Hermione Granger. It is a pleasure to meet you Ms. Granger." She walked over to the girl and shook her hand. Hermione was at a loss for words. Surely she wasn't this nice.

"Ah, a pleasure to meet you too Lady Malfoy." Shaking her hand with the women.

"Oh, such manners! Draco, you need to find more women like this one! Please please, call me Narcissa." She winked at Hermione. This girl was radiant. Such lovely curls, and such color! How she wished her was like hers. "Come come! Mustn't let our meal get cold." Leading the way Narcissa stole glances at her son and their guest. 'Oh, I will have so much fun!' giggled Narcissa. Walking into the french doors, their senses were hit with the smell of delicious food.

Crinitus appeared out of nowhere and pulled the chairs out for each occupant. Draco sitting at the head of the table, Hermione sat to his left, Narcissa to his right. Fine china was set out infront of them, Hermione was almost afraid to breath on it. "What would you like Ms.Granger?" said a small voice. Looking down she saw Crinitus.

"Oh, what ever Lord and Lady Malfoy are having." she said in a small voice. How was she supposed to know what they were having? She didn't get a menu!

"Right away Miss."

"Ms. Granger. You do not have to call me as such." Remarked Narcissa. This girl was too cute. With all of the titles and politeness. It was such a breath of fresh air. Pansy, had always been a nag, never addressing anyone properly. And here was a muggleborn of all people, treating her with respect and she was probably scared out of her wits. She giggled. "Really. Call me Narcissa. Or Mrs. Malfoy. I'm afraid I am no longer Lady Malfoy."

"Oh, yes ofcourse." Hermione blushed. Why hadn't Draco spoken yet. He's awful quiet.

"Draco hun, hows school so far?" Ah, again, ask and you shall recieve. Draco put down his drink, dabbed his mouth with the napkin, and smile at his mother.

"Its going well mother. I'm captain this year."

"Oh wonderful! I always knew you'd be like your father. Bless his soul." 'His father died?' Thought Hermione. 'Why doesn't anyone know?' "Two years in Azkaban will make you do strange things." Hermione was beinging to wonder if theses to Malfoys could read her mind.

"I'm sorry to hear that your husband passed Mrs. Malfoy." She said sincerely. Turning to Draco, she noticed his pained expression. "I'm sorry you lost your father Malfoy." He turned his head and gave a curt nod. Smiling softly at her he took another sip of his drink.

"The man diserved it." he said.

"Oh Draco. Don't speak ill of the dead. It was his upbringing is all." cried Narcissa. She needed to change the topic. It was to depressing. Yes she missed her husband, but she had Draco. Thats all that mattered. And she was going to do everything in her power to make him happy. She smirked as she watched Hermione. Her back was straight, yet relaxed in her chair. She held her head high, napkin across her lap as she held the spoon in her small hand. Watching Hermione spoon a small amount of soup, she was impressed with her manners. 'That one has had proper teaching.'

"This is absolutly wonderful." Smiled Hermione between her spoonfuls of soup. She couldn't put her finger on what exactly it was but it was amazing. Draco peered at her through hooded eyes as he too ate his soup. 'Her table manners are impressive. Who would have thought?'

"Thank you dear. Tell me. How is schooling going for you? Pressures of being Head Girl? I'm sure there is with my son as Head Boy." Narcissa giggled.

"Mother," Draco said sternly, "Granger and I have a, understanding if you will. She stays out of my way, I stay out of her way."

"Oh, your so rude. A LADY was about to speak Draco." His mother scolded him. "Continue dear."

"Its just as he said. I want to have the best last year ever. But, I love it just the same. Being Head Girl allows me to some of the books in the library that other students can't get to." Hermione beamed. Not that the Restricted Section has ever stopped her before.

"Like books do you?" Narcissa asked. She was loving this girl! Well educated, manners, beauty. 'What the hell is wrong with Draco is he gay?' she woundered. "I must show you the library sometime. I'm sure you'd love it."

Hermione blushed at her invitation. "Thank you Mrs.Malfoy." They continued their meal in comfortable silence. Sometimes comments were made about the wonderful food or questions from Narcissa to either Draco or Hermione. When it was time to leave, Narcissa made Draco promise her to bring Hermione back in a few weeks so she could show her the library. He nodded, smiling at his mother, kissing her cheek, and Apperated with Hermione back to the common room at Hogwarts. Stepping away from Draco, Hermione smiled at him.

"Thank you Malfoy. It was actually quiet wonderful." He looked her way and smirked.

"My mother is quiet smitten with you." With that he turned for his room, leaving Hermione smile at the most civil conversation they had ever shared.


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