Dancing With Dragons

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CHAPTER 8: Mirrors and Kissing Dragons



Hermione stumbled around the halls for quite awhile not really knowing where she was going till something stopped her. She was facing the door where she caught Tom cheating on her. It made her laugh out loud. She never had any boys besides Ron and Victor (that had never been serious) be interested in her in all the five years she’d been here. And those were not filled with heat and passion. She’d never dreamed she’d have so much troubles with boys. First one cheated on her and now Malfoy. Wasn’t she suppose to love Ron, get married, and even have children. But she knew if she had Malfoy that would all be gone. Sure Ron would get over Tom because he’d left her and what did he expect, but Malfot never. How could she go to Ron’s bed not a virgin and tell him it was Malfoy who had taken her. He’d never understand. She really didn’t understand either.




She opened the door to the room and lit her wand. She stepped in side spreading the light around. She looked at the desk and there was still a slight imprinted of where Kathryn hsd laid, but instead of feeling regrett and hurt she could only think of Malfoy’s strong hands. How gentle he’d been with her. Memories flooded back. Her and Ron laughing in the common room. Than it was her stuck between Tom and Malfoy at the dress store. She remembered how being stuck between the two tall, strong, towering men made her catch her breath. There was Ron holding her hand and lightly kissing her. She felt special and warm, but than Malfoy came again. She though back to how he’d sucked her hard nipples and it was like it was happening again. She became flushed and it was more than a happy kissing it was a passionate fire.



She couldn’t do this thing with Malfoy. Sure it might start of fun, and yes Merlin she wanted him but it wouldn’t end well, would it? There was nothing to end though, right? Tears trickled down her cheeks. She missed Ron, but she wanted Malfoy. The thought of him made her weak and passionate. ‘That’s just it’, a voice in her head said, ‘he makes you weak.’ ‘But you want it’, another said, ‘and when do you just let yourself go and take what you want?’ ‘What you need.’ But she didn’t need Malfoy. Her head said she was right, her body said she was wrong, and her heart laid silent.



She marched off to the one place she knew would make her feel better. The library. She read almost all day only taking a break for lunch. She did research for the DA, but in the back of her mind she knew seven was coming. Seven, seven-O-five, seven-ten, seven-forty-five. She sat there till eight feeling guilty, angry, needy, and for some reason not at all happy. To bad, she had to do this. She gathered her stuff thinking Malfoy would have gotten the hint. A part of her was disappointed, but she knew she couldn’t stay in the library all day hiding. It was her room too for Merlin's sakes.



As she reached the dorm she took a deep breath and marched in, but Malfoy wasn’t there. She inwardly sighed and headed to her room. She needed a warm shower. No a cold one. Maybe Malfoy had even forgot and was right now fucking one of the left over whores. But that thought didn’t console, as she though it would, it just made this weird feeling swell up inside her. It made her feel warm, but not in the way having Malfoy close did.



The thought of Malfoy fucking another girl made her stomp up stairs. She needed to get him from under her skin. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She hissed loudly as she neared the top of the steps.



“Granger.” Panic ran through her as she shrieked and pointed her wand at the figure who just stepped out of the shadow. “Good to see your putting our lesson to use, but you’re late.”



“Gods Malfoy what do you think your doing? I could have hexed you.”



“What I am I doing? You’re late. Better have a good reason Granger because I don’t like people wasting my time,” he spat.



“Oh I am so sorry,” Hermione said sarcastically.



“You should be.” He walked closer to her, but she stood her ground.



“Why are you late Granger?”



Anger filled her and she wasn’t sure why. “Figured you forgotten and probably were off fucking one of the sluts that actually stayed here. Oh Malfoy,” she started with a mockingly high pitched voice “I just want you so bad. I even stayed just so you could fuck me all Christmas break heheheheh Oh fuck me fuck me FUCK ME! Oh look at me using the word fuck. Oooooo I feel so dirty!” She knew she was ranting. Falling apart, but he did that to her.



Then he did the unforgivable he smiled and drew closer to her. “Well now if that’s over.” She actually nodded her head yes and he closed the distance between them and took her face into his hands. “First I believe you owe be an apology because I was not as you say fucking (he made that word sound so good!) a whore. Though I do what I please when I please. Good to remember that. But more importantly I think you’re jealous Granger. Maybe we shouldn’t play this little game if you going to go all psycho on me.” But he was smirking at her and she knew he was loving this. ‘It’s not you’ she wanted to scream, but it wasn’t completely true. She wasn’t jealous, well maybe a little, but she as more mad that he consumed her so.



“Please,” she pulled her face from his hands, “I am not crazy over you. Far from it,” she spat. “I’ll leave that for the others twits you sleep with. I can’t do this anymore Malfoy.”



“Do what Granger! We aren’t doing anything, but if we were why the hell not? You’re the one who begged me to teach you. I know you love it. I see it in your eyes and better yet in your body. The why it reacts to mine.” He pressed himself to her. That dame smell of earth and ginger! She actually whimpered a little, but no she wouldn’t beg. She might cry, and scream, and brake down for a minute but she’d never beg! What would she beg for? Would she beg for him to let her go or to take her?



“I don’t need a reason.”



“But you have one, don’t you?” He asked it like a question, but he wasn’t asking. He was telling her he knew something was wrong. She just stayed pressed into him and spoke into his chest. Real brave Hermione she thought.



“It’s wrong. It’s Ron.” Suddenly, she felt Malfoy step back from her, so quick in fact, she almost fell. God’s he was angry and how sexy he was when he was angry! No you didn’t think that she scolded herself.





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Malfoy was shacking with anger. Just hearing that ignoramus name made him mad. How could she actually pick Weasel over him? He probably humped like a dog and ‘went’ before she even knew what had happened. Thinking about Weasel humping her was making him feel sick and he spat out,



“Oh I should have known it was the weasel. You probably don’t even need this I am sure you’ve already fucked that nimrod.”



“Screw you Malfoy. You know nothing about me!”



'Oh, but I do,' he thought. 'I know you want me, but your trying to find a reason to stop yourself. What else do I need to know? I’ve already thought this through. I’ve thought of stopping, but when were close this fire starts to build,' he thought.



‘Fuck that, you’re being stupid,’ Draco scowled himself. This girl is filth and she proved it by trying to skip out on his ‘class’. Wasted his precious time. He was going to teach her a lesson. And he was until he looked at her face. She looked so flushed with anger and she was so sexy. And a small a part of him knew she had every right to think of Weasel. He was the one who held her, who would marry her, and he never would be there for her. He sneered at the thought of love.




He was smirking down at her like she was disgusting. “What do I have understand besides that even now without him around you’re attached to that stupid idiot. Letting him decide what you want.”



“Shut up Malfoy don’t call him stupid!” She yelled and than whispered, “He’ll never forgive me. I mean…”



“Why does he need to know?! Do you love him Granger because if you do than what are you doing here? Don’t act like you don’t want me. Do you even what him? Or is just that it’s what you’re suppose to do?”

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She looked down battling the truth. She loved Ron, but she wasn’t in love with him anymore. Had she ever been? Her eyes widened. It slapped her in the face. Since Ron and Harry left her she knew that she didn’t lust after Ron like she did Malfoy. Knew that it might not work out, but she didn’t remember when she stopped being in love with him. Before this very moment she’d believed that she would always love him because he was Ron and she was Hermione.



She looked up at Malfoy her eyes large and wanted to do two things, kiss his large lips that were slightly parted and punch him in the face. She did nothing instead. She wouldn’t give Malfoy the satisfaction of knowing what he said was so true it hurt. A truth so jarring her world would never be the same. But it seemed she need not speak words. He walked to her again.



Grabbing her arms almost painfully he said, “What are you thinking?” Silence. “We’re friends Granger you can tell me the truth.” He laughed a little. Evil git.



She gave him stone eyes trying to erase all the emotion that had shone through them a moment before. “You obviously don’t want to be friends Malfoy.”



“Oh contrar, but I want so much more from you Granger. I want your respect,”



“Forget it.”



“I want for you to beg me.”



“Never!”



“I want for you to admit I know more than you, for once.”



“I’ll always be better than you Malfoy even if it takes me a little longer to learn.”



He just kept gong. “Most importantly Granger I want you. I want you below me writhing underneath be.” She closed her eyes inhaling sharply not knowing if he meant writhing with pain or pleasure. She didn’t care. “Nothing to say Granger? For once.”



He took her hands in his and pulled her towards her door. He pushed the door open and shoved her in before he entered himself.



“How…original.” He sighed looking at the red and yellow décor.



“Malfoy get out of my room!”



“No. Our next lesson is now in session so shut the fuck up and listen.”



“Malfoy I must insist…”



“Granger I swear on Snape if you don’t shut up I am going to make this a very hard lesson for you.”



She folded her arms and pouted. She was getting sick of him winning all the battles. Hermione one, Malfoy a thousand.



“See that full length mirror?” She tuned to face it and she could see him standing behind her.



“Yes Malfoy, thanks for pointing out my own belongings in my room.”



“Cheecky bitch. Anyway Granger this lesson is about knowing yourself and being confident.”



“I know…”



“Granger.” She stopped wanting to protest that she knew about she knew herself quite well! She was still watching Malfoy from the mirror. He walked up to her slowly as he talked.

“I am going to ask a series of questions about yourself. You don’t have to answer, but if you do I take of one piece of clothing.”





“Oh no Malfoy…” He kept going.



“For everyone you don’t answer you have to take a piece of clothing off.”



She turned around and almost bumped into him. “No Malfoy I wont just get naked in front of you.”



“Yes you will, because you wanted this. And really you need this. You can’t ever fully enjoy yourself Granger if you try to hide your body in the shadow. No matter what you look like you have to own it and carry it like you’re the hottest chick going.” What he said made sense and that pissed her off.



“Oh it all becomes clear to me. That’s why you have such a big head.”



“I don’t need to tell myself I am statuesque god because I am. Now turn and face the mirror.”



“What.”



“You going to look at yourself Granger and your going to become comfortable.” He turned her around and pushed he closer to the mirror.



“Have you ever kissed a boy?”



“Yes.” Malfoy took off his shoe. Cheap.



“Have you ever had a boyfriend Granger?”



“I guess not, but sort of. I mean Ron was kind of my boyfriend, but than he…”



“Granger your incessant need to talk gives me a headache. I’ll remove a piece of clothing.” His soaks. Woo hoo she thought and that made her sacred. She realized that she wanted to see Malfoy unclothed. She’d never really wanted to see a boy naked before. She blushed. He noticed and he smirked at her.



“Do you masturbate Granger?” Her blushed deepen.



“I am not telling you that! That’s not you business!”



“You’re not going to tell me?”



“No.”



“Good take something off.” She sighed and took her shoes off. Her head was spinning and she was begging fate to make the questions answerable. She knew it would be horrible to be naked and vulnerable, but in the moment answering his question was a more realistic threat. Shit. How did he do this to her? He stepped into her this time so that all she could see in the mirror was his shoulders and head towering over her.



“Have you ever given your self an orgasm?"



“Same question, and you know I am not going to answer that.”



He leaned into her neck staring her in eyes through the mirror and whispered, “I have so much to teach you Granger. Just because you touch yourself doesn’t mean you’ve made yourself cum. Now have you ever given yourself an orgasm?”



She wasn’t going to answer that, but it wasn’t just because she was embarrassed that she touched herself but because she was worried if she told him he would some how know she came thinking about him. This was what she wanted though. She’d came, laying naked on the shower floor, thinking about him wanting her just like this. It was true, but she wasn’t sure how she felt about it anymore. But the fire was starting to burn again. She took of her soaks without a word.



Malfoy, still close enough that she could feel his body heat, continued smugly. “ Did you ever suck Ron or Victor off?”



“Malfoy.” This was getting so personal and now her whole body was flushed. Did she tell him how she never even seen a boy naked let alone given one oral? Did she tell him just how inexperience she was? Letting him know how virginal she was made her feel uncomfortable. She opted for silence taking off her long sleeve shirt to revel her tight blue spaghetti strap underneath. She watched Malfoy take her in and tried not to squirm. She tired to tell herself she had plenty of clothes, but she knew she was loosing.



“Did a part of you enjoy smacking Tom? Did it make you feel powerful?” This she could answer. Shamefully maybe, but she could answer. “Yes.”





Malfoy backed up from her and at first it made her relieved. Without him close she could think more clearly. The fire ebbed away just a little until Malfoy gracefully removed his shirt to revel his naked chest. Her breath hitched as she took in his white skin. It wasn’t just white it was an unbearable beautiful alabaster. Malfoy looked smooth like he’d been cut from marble. It took all the control she had not turn around and feel if it was just as smooth to the touch as it was to the eye.



“Have you ever let anyone lick you pussy Granger?” The shirt went next and she stood in her tight jeans and lace black bra not sure where to look. Everywhere she looked it was her half naked or Malfoy looking gorgeous, begging to be touched making her blush uncontrollable.

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Malfoy was enjoying watching her struggle to place her eyes some where non threatening. He loved the way she reacted to him without even having to be touched. The way she struggled not to look at his naked body.



He took her in un-shamefully, realizing for the first time the body that hid under the rather un-complementary robes. Watching her struggle to look at herself made a part of him want to tell her how beautiful and sexy she was. That he loved the curvature of her body. Her smooth tanned stomach. He wanted to tell her that he loved that she wasn’t to skinny and that her curves cried to be touched, kissed, and bitten. He watched her ample breasts heave as she tried to control her breathing. But he wouldn’t tell her those things. He didn’t know how, which was strange as he schmoozed his way into girls’ pants before. This was different some how and that thought scared him because it made her different from the others.



He shut this part down and thought of the next question that would revel more of Granger to his hungry eyes. “Granger how far did you let Tom go? Did you let him suck on you hard nipples?”

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‘No’, Malfoy she though, ‘you’re the first who had ever touched me like that.’ She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that and she knew what she had to do. She cursed that she hadn’t worn matching underwear. She slowing undid the button and zipper and removed her tight jeans. She stood there in her simple pink panties and lacy bra and was embarrassed to the core. She’d never reveled this much of her body to any other human being so openly. And now she was with Malfoy. She knew it was stupid as a mere day ago Malfoy had her half naked on the couch taking her hardening nubs into her mouth, but this was different. He was forcing her to look at herself. Watch him take her in and be aware of how her body affected him.



She looked up at him shamefully until she noticed how his eye grew dark again with the hungry. It sent a shiver of pleasure down her body.

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Draco took Granger’s body in greedily and a part of him softened thinking of almost cute it was that she stood there in such contrasting mixed matched undergarments. How did she do that? How did she look more alluring than any girl ever had in her ridiculously un-sexy, un-matching underwear?


“Granger did you enjoy watching me and Pansy fuck?” She could lie. She could tell him no, but something about the moment wouldn’t let her. She closed her eyes tight trying to pretend she wasn’t doing what she was about to do. She reached around her back, but suddenly there were hands there. In silence Malfoy clipped her bar off in one skillful movement and the bra feel from her body. The grace and speed of the action made her open her eyes in shock, and she wished she hadn’t. There was Malfoy so close behind her staring at her hungrily.



“Granger do you want me right now? Do you want me take you?” It was the way he said it that stopped her from answering. It wasn’t just that did she want him it was did she want him to be her first. She let the truth sink in as she slowly as let her panties fall to her feet. She stood there eyes closed completely naked in front of the one boy she never wanted to be venerable in front of, but there she was. She couldn’t watch his eyes. She couldn’t stand to look at herself and see the truth she’d become.



“One more question Granger.”



“Malfoy there is nothing left. No more questions.” She almost begged.



“Are you a virgin Granger?” She knew he knew the answer, but she had nothing left so she stayed silent not letting the words fall from her mouth. It would make this all too real.



“No answer?” Malfoy asked. She just shook her head waiting. She waited from him to take her, or criticize her, laugh, or control her. But I didn’t come. Instead she felt his hands work gently at her hair. She felt her hair fall all around her brushing at her naked skin. She shivered. Her hair had grown long and she could feel its length half way done her back.



Malfoy didn’t back away liked she hopped and she felt the heat start to run through her body and pool between her legs. ‘O Merlin,’ She thought, ‘let this end.’ He brushed her long thick hair to the side around her shoulder. Her locks brushed softly against her breast. He pushed into her. He was flushed with her body. She could feel his cool chest against her hot skin. She suddenly realized she could feel him growing against her lower back. Her eyes burst open and she saw her reflection in the mirror. It was the most erotic sight. He smiled hungrily and bit in to her neck. She groaned and closed her eyes as she felt the wetness between her legs grow.





“Open your eyes Granger!” She opened them slowly. “Look at yourself. I want you to watch.” He kissed her neck passionately leaving an invisible heated line from her shoulder to the top of her neck. The whole time he looked her in the eyes. Made her watch her own destruction and she hated to admit but it was amazing. He brought his hands to her hip and pushed her against him further. She watched his hands as she felt them rubbing her thighs, her stomach, but never touching where she wanted. She felt her core throb and if it hadn’t been for the little pride left she would have begged him to touch her.





His hands roamed her body unmercifully and she was panting groaning with pleasure, but he never stopped looking at her. Never let her forget it was him doing this to her. It wasn’t just a lesson of confidence it was about making her know she was his. Maybe not always and maybe not forever, but in moments like this she was his. The though made her buck her hips into his. He growled and than suddenly he let go. She tried not whimpering her disappointment.



“Perfection,” He snarled into her ear before he turned to leave the room. She watched him pick up his stuff and head to the door through the mirror. She was afraid to turn around. Just as he opened the door he turned to her. “Granger next time you fuck yourself watch yourself in the mirror. Watch your face.” He left slamming the door behind him.



She stood there looking at herself trying to control her breathing, but the fire wouldn’t leave! She could still fell the places where he’d touch and the need from the places he hadn’t. Her hand snaked around her body until she reached her pussy. She slid a finger into her wet folds and found her clit. She rubbed softly at first bringing her head back her knees weak. She felt the usual heat fill her body, but today it wasn’t enough. She rubbed faster and harder panting loudly. As she felt the shivers run through her body she looked at herself. She knew it was wrong to do what he demanded even when he wasn’t here, but once she looked she couldn’t stop. She watched her fingers spreading her delicate lips and working feverously. As the orgasm hit her she cried out falling to her knees. She came hard but didn’t stop. She shoved to fingers into her opening dripping with her own juices. She fucked herself as hard as she could with her own two fingers wishing it were Malfoy filling her. A part of her knew it was weird to watch herself cum but another part knew Malfoy was right. He had her undone because, even though it was her hands bringing herself, it was the thought of him that made her like this. In all the other times she fucked herself it had been nameless, faceless men, but now that man had face, had a name and it was Malfoy.



She cried out again as the second and than a third orgasm hit her. She slumped into the floor riding out the after glow for some time. She cursed his name half heartily realizing in some way he’d given her, her most pleasurable orgasm ever.



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Malfoy slammed the door. Slammed the door on his desire to fuck her into the ground. Take her and do all the things to her she refused to tell him. But her actions had shown him enough. She was so innocent. More so than he thought and it made him want her more. But it also held him back.



He really didn’t deserve her virginity. ‘Yes you do’ a voice in his head said. ‘She’s Granger so who cares. Take her she’ll love it. She wants you to!’ He battled himself standing there. She’d felt so incredible in his hands. She was beautiful and he knew he’d have her. But it would on his terms. He’d felt himself loose control and he had to leave. The little minx didn’t know what she was doing when she pushed her unclothed body into his.



Then he heard small noises coming from her room. He pressed his ear to the door expecting to hear he crying, but he realized she was groaning with pleasure. That couldn’t be right. Then he heard something falling to ground. He put his hand on the door still listening, but didn’t open it when he heard her cry out and than start panting harder and quickly. She was fucking her self and at the thought his already hard cock twitched. It almost made him want to cum right there. She was fucking herself. He had her and he wondered if she was in front of the mirror and he groaned with the thought. Then he ran from her room.



As he entered the bathroom he cursed her half heartily because he found his hand to be the main source of release since Granger had taken over his thoughts.



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When the pleasure and after glow subsided panic started to grow. She need to a shower to scrub herself clean of him, but when she walked to the bathroom she heard Malfoy was already using it. She needed to get out of her as her body reacted to the mental image of Malfoy naked and wet. She rushed to put on some clothes refusing to put on the tainted ones that lay in pool near the mirror.



Just before she left she checked her appearance in the mirror but all she could see was him holding her naked body. She pulled the freestanding mirror away making it face the wall. She leaned into the door and was relieved to hear that Malfoy was still in the shower. She rushed out of dorm before he was done.



It was only nine o-clock and she couldn’t believe that in just one short hour he consumed her so wholly she wasn’t sure if she'd ever come back. It had seemed like hours, days, years but it had only been an hour. She needed to get out of this castle everything reminded her of him. Than she remembered it was Christmas Eve and that the stores in Hogsmade would still be open for last minute shoppers. She wasn’t one of them, as her presents were already wrapped and waiting to be sent early tomorrow. But it would be nice to be away.



She snuck out of the castle putting a heating charm around her as she entered the cool grounds. The air was still, almost hauntingly so. She walked quickly towards the town trying to push all thoughts of him from her head.

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She milled around the village taking in the beauty of the white lights and the last minute shoppers pulling their bundled children around. It made her think of Harry, Ron, and Ginny. She remembered the first time the DA had started. Instead of making her sad her spirits were lifted thinking about their smiling faces. Standing there with soft snowflakes falling around her watching life in front of her she had to smile. She’d see them again and some how it work out. As she drifted into and out of stores she felt lighter than she had since she started Hogwarts. Just as she reached the end the line between Hogsmade and Knockturn ally she noticed a store she hadn’t seen before. She looked in the window and something caught her eye. There on a tiny silver chain was a girl kneeling her hair blowing back, but she was kissing a dragon. It made her make a noise in the back of her throat with the shock and weirdness of it. She thought about Malfoy talking to her, the smell of ginger and earth and before she could stop she smiled. She was in such a good mood she didn’t even scold herself.



The necklace was so delicate, small and detailed. It was made all in silver except the eyes of the dragon was a tiny speck that gleamed white. She rushed in.


“Sorry miss I am close.” She almost left but something about the necklace wouldn’t let her.



“Please sir. I really need that necklace. It’s of the most importance. I swear it’s all I want and than I’ll be gone.”



“The dragon necklace.”



“Yes.” She smiled at him. He didn’t smile back.



“That’s a very precious necklace to me. I don’t think I am letting it go.”



“Well why is it in the window tempting people?”



“It’s my store miss I can do what I like. Now I think you should go.”



She came up to the counter where the man was standing and made her look at him. “I am sorry sir, but I am not leaving till you sell that necklace to me. Price is no obligation.”



“Why do you care so much?”



“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Just seeing it through the window once and I knew it was the most perfect thing I’ve ever laid eyes on me. Please.” Words were just pouring out of her. She just had to have that necklace.



The man didn’t speak he just headed to the window reaching for the necklace after a quick spell. “Promise it’s going to something special.”



“Yes. It’s going to something complex but special. Something I couldn’t predict but it’s important.” He warped the gift in silence and just handed it to her.



“How much?”



The man shook his head. “Nothing. It was my wives, but she’s been dead for almost seventeen years.”



“Oh my I am so sorry I didn’t know.”



“Don’t be. She was beautiful, loving, and sweet. She made me a good person. Still does. I’ve always kept it here as a part of her.”



“Oh I can’t take this.” She started to hand it back even though it was almost making her heart brake.



He pushed her hand back. “I’ve had a lot people want it, but never like you. You remind me of her. I made it for her you know.”



“It’s so beautiful I am sure she loved it.” Hermione said trying to convey her compassion and gratitude.



“She did.” He sighed. “She use to call me her dragon until they took her from me. Those bastard deatheaters.”



Her eyes tried not to swell with tears watching the pain cross his face as he tried to control it, swallow it. It reminded her of Malfoy. “I’ll take care of it. I promise.”



“Be sure you do miss.” Than he turned at walked in the back. Hermione left shutting the door quietly. She walked home letting her head drift. She felt calm. She felt like she should feel the need to run back and tell him she’d been lying that this necklace would be going to the son of deatheater, but she meant what she said in there. Malfoy wasn’t a deatheater yet and in her very core she felt the necklace belonged to him. She couldn’t get rid of the feeling.



She walked to the castle clutching the box to her chest. What an odd day, odd school year and than she laughed out loud she’d been having an odd life since she turned twelve. Not quite ready to turn in Hermione laid on the ground in the soft snow. The heating charm was still surrounding her so she watched the snowflakes melt a few inches from her body. She laid there for some time looking into the sky.





What was she going to do? What was she going to about Malfoy? She didn’t know, but she did know that she wasn’t going to let it interfere with her duties. She had a duty to her school. She would work the DA harder, she would stay in tuned with the war, and she wouldn’t allow Malfoy to fuck this up. He could have her alone in the shadows, but her wouldn’t consume her. She smiled point two for Hermione Malfoy a thousand. Maybe she could even the score.







She claimed into to bed warm and drowsy falling into a deep sleep easily. If she could have remembered she would have known she dreamt of Malfoy all night. She woke up the next day and the fact that it was Christmas made her smile. There were on the edge of the bed. It was a nice pile of presents. She rifled through them until she found one from cousin Barney and Red. Original she though and tore it open. In side was a beautiful gold chain with a lion on it from Ron (which she figures he’d gone his mother to help him) and Harry got her the newest edition of Hogwarts a History. She got the usual candy from Hagrid, a blue sweater from Mrs. Weasly, and something she didn’t want to found out how it worked from Fred and George. But unusually there was no present from her parents, which she pushed aside, and a very sexy pair of underwear from Ginny. It came with a note that said, “I figured I get you something different. I got my self a pair in pink and they made me feel so good I though I should share the wealth. I hope you’re actually relaxing and taking time for you, but if you haven’t I figured this might help.”





She pulled them out and they were stunning. They were a beautiful pair of gold and red lace. The main fabric was silky gold material with satin red lace. She couldn’t help her self she put them on. They felt like heaven next to her skin. It was almost like she wasn’t wearing anything, but with all the support. Just as she walked back to the bed to clean the mess she noticed a letter she hadn’t seen. She ripped it opened wondering who it could be from.



Granger met me down stairs as soon as you wake up.

- Malfoy

PS. I guess Merry Christmas



She stared at it for some time. Did Malfoy just wish her a Merry Christmas? Would wonders never cease? She pulled on Mr. Weasly’s sweater on and put on a pair of faded jeans. She headed down the stairs fully prepared to tell Malfoy lessons could wait. It was Christmas from Merlin’s sake.



What she found was the same long shot black tables they had sat at only days before. Malfoy was sitting with his back to her. She watched him for a moment clutching the box to her chest getting nervous. What if he hated it?



She cleared her throat and Malfoy turned around. On the table was a large pile of fruits and breakfast sandwiches. She smiled down at him and she saw a small spread across his lips, but it left as soon as it had come.



“That sweater is so cheap Granger.”



“Thanks Malfoy. Merry Christmas to you too.” She sat on the opposite side of the table and didn’t wait to be told to eat. She was suddenly hungry.



“This is nice. What’s going on?”



“So suspicious of a nice act. Very Christmas spirit of you.”



“Yes well for you I am suspicious. What’s up?” She took a sip of the orange jucie. “Wow this is great. Is this fresh?”



Malfoy smirked. “Yes I forget your not use to the finer things. If you ask nicely enough the house elves will get you fresh juice. And as an answer to your question all this was me trying to be a friend. Your welcome.”



“I am sorry Malfoy it’s really nice.” She ignored the snotty comments and that fact that she knew she should feel weird but instead felt right at home. “Are we really friends Malfoy?”


He didn’t answer. “Why are you home Granger?”



“My parents had something to do.” She lied trying to push past the topic.



“Doing what?” She could tell he didn’t believe her.



“None of your business. Why aren’t you home Malfoy?” His eyes grew dark but she didn’t back down.



“My parents have something to do. Probably more important than your parents.” At first she wanted to scream. What did he know about loosing his parents, but something hit her. He had lost his dad to Askaban. He’d probably lost him before that to the Dark Lord. How horrible it must be to live with that man. She didn’t even want to think about why he wasn’t home.



“Whatever Malfoy. So did you finish all you homework?”



“You are unbelievable Granger. But yes I did. Oh by the way Kamilla told me to tell you ‘She’d love to see you. She vants to ask you a question, no?” He did an almost perfect accent.



She hadn’t thought about Kamilla since the night she found Malfoy kissing the other girl. She smiled at Malfoy, but in side she felt sad. She’d actually liked Kamilla. She probably wanted to ask how the dinner went. Bitch! “Yes well that would be nice.”



“Hmm she seems found of you. Don’t know why (She gave him a nasty look) didn’t know you were such good friends. Haven’t been making out in the broom closets.”



“Clever two girls who are friends must be gay. And we’ve just seen each other here and there.” She didn’t ever want to tell Malfoy about what Kamilla done it was just to embarrassing.



“Hmm. Yes well it still might be hot to watch you to fuck.” He was smirking knowing he was just egging her on.



“Wont happen Malfoy.” There was light chatter through out the rest of breakfast and she had to admit that when she left all the past behind in moments like this she like Malfoy. When breakfast was almost done and the conversation started to die she swelled up the courage and reached for the box.



“Malfoy.”



“Hmm?”



“Umm. I have something for you.” He looked up at her smiling evilly. “Not that.” She slid the box across the table. He was just looking at her.



“It’s no big deal. I saw it yesterday and well…”



“So you ran off to Hogsmade last night?”



“I didn’t run off. I had something things to do.”



“Sure.” Hermione moved the large chair watching Malfoy reach for the box and unwrap it.



He just started at the necklace and she was suddenly hurt. “You don’t like. It’s okay. I should have known you didn’t like jewelry.” She stood up and walked to him as he started to stand with the box in his hands. “I was being silly.”



“There you go with that need to talk incessantly. Making assumptions.” She looked up at him as she reached him. “It’s amazing Granger. Very taste full and well made. And might I add very appropriate.” She blushed.



“I know.” Was all she managed to say.



He handed it to her and turned around. She unclasped it and walked to him. She brought her arms around places the necklace and clasping it. She couldn’t help herself but touch his neck his skin was so smooth and cool. He turned around and she took in the beauty of the necklace against his green sweater. She smiled up at him and his eyes held this light happiness she never excepted. The smile was beautiful and she almost said so until she felt Malfoy’s lips on hers. The kiss was soft. Then he pulled away.



“Merry Christmas Granger.” She smiled but than it faltered. This wasn’t the way it was suppose to be. She wasn’t suppose to be giving Malfoy presents and looking up to his smiling face on Christmas. This was to intimate. She stepped back.



“Merry Christmas Malfoy. I have to go sent some letters and go to the library.”



“Typical. I have to go see Zabini.” She turned and walked away. This was to caring and it as making her uncomfortable and weak. “Oh and Granger see you later to night.”



She turned to face him and he had that bad little smirk on her face. Back to norm. “Sure Malfoy.”



As she left little tears feel from her eyes. She missed home and friends, but her heart broke for Malfoy. Maybe somewhere in there was a good person. Could she bring it out? Was it her job? Should she really do this? But the necklace had meant something and seeing him wearing it made something in her chest hurt. She ignored it as she headed to the library.

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Malfoy watched her leave. When she shut the door he picked the necklace up. He’d seen this image somewhere but he couldn’t remember where. It didn’t matter it was beautiful. The guester had been beautiful. No one but his mother had ever shown such care. A single tear fell from his eye. Then he punched the wall. He couldn’t allow her to make him weak. It was just a necklace. He would have to regain control at the lesson tonight and than made him smile.



None-the-less he looked down at the necklace and held it in his hand for a moment before putting it under his shirt. It felt warm against his skin. He headed out to see Zabini, but in the back of his mind he wish he could see Granger again.





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