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Chapter 6 ~ The Art of Forming a Friendship
Draco realized that his approach to getting closer to Hermione would have to be markedly different than with the other witches he had fucked. Most of the young women were susceptible to being taken advantage of just by his taking an interest in them. He was handsome, rich and charming after all. He was aristocracy. A young lord. So, when he turned on the heat with a few kisses, a few well placed touches and sweet words, then focused those ice-blue eyes on a witch in some quiet, out of the way place and promised whatever they did would remain their secret, generally the knickers came off.
But Hermione would be different. He could not express a blatant sexual interest in her as he did the other witches. It would have to seem like something they just fell into. Hermione would have to be courted without knowing she was being courted and heated up gradually. Other witches wanted flowers, candy, those types of gifts to show affection. Hermione would appreciate books, something that showed he valued her mind, rather than her body, which was quite delicious by the way
Instead of dating Hermione, studying would be the way to get in time and close proximity. . Draco was well read and bright enough to engage Hermione in intellectually stimulating conversation as well. The pureblood was really warming up to this seduction of the mudblood. When she realized that he hadn�t changed, after he had humiliated and fucked the shit out of her, she�d be devastated that she�d been such a fool. Draco had always been discrete, but he was considering letting this conquest out of the bag once completed. Her shame would then be complete.
Draco began his approach by simply greeting Hermione whenever he saw her, no matter who was around, and then incorporated the rest of his plan over a period of two weeks. Hermione interpreted his actions as proof of him being sincere in wanting to establish a friendship. Ron and Harry on the other hand were sure he was trying to get into her knickers. Draco was discrete, but still word got around among the males that he was making many conquests, although the details with who were never revealed. Hermione was outraged at this insinuation.
“Draco has never made a move on me,” she said to Ron, “unlike you.”
Ron turned red as a beet at the reminder of his disastrous attempt at romancing Hermione during their sixth year. He had it in his mind that Hermione wanted to snog him, but just didn�t know it, and that once he pressed his lips to hers, she would willingly fall into his arms and respond, thus sealing their secret love for each other. Well, it hadn�t worked out that way. He made his move in the common room one night when the three friends had been studying together and Harry retired early. Hermione noticed Ron inching closer and closer on the sofa and was about to say something when he pounced, grabbing her and pressing his lips against hers hard and rather painfully, hanging on for dear life as the witch struggled to break out of his grasp.
Ron was found petrified and covered in bogeys on the common room floor the next morning. Hermione avoided him and Ron refused to tell who did the dirty deed for days, then finally admitted to Harry what he had done. Harry had told him he was lucky she didn�t hex his balls off.
“Hermione,” Harry said, “Draco is a dog. He�s slowly fucking his way through every witch at Hogwarts. There�s even rumors he�s done Madam Hooch.”
Hermione looked at Harry.
“All right. Who has he fucked, besides Pansy?” she asked him, her hands on her hips.
Harry blinked at her. He didn�t have any names to give.
“Well, I don�t know any names for fact, but the other wizards are saying he has fucked witches in every single house, including Gryffindor,” Harry said a little lamely.
“Yeah,” said Ron, “He�s really good at getting in the knickers, Hermione. Why else would he be hanging around you all the time if he didn�t want to fuck you?”
Hermione looked at Ron.
“You hang around me. Why is that?” she asked him, her arms crossed.
“Well, I�ve always hung around you. I�m your friend,” Ron replied.
“Maybe Draco is my friend too,” said Hermione.
“Draco hates muggle-borns, Hermione. You should know that better than anyone,” Harry said, “He�s called you mudblood enough.”
“After Voldemort died, and his family went through all that trouble, he�s had a change of heart. Everyone deserves a second chance,” she said, frowning at the two wizards, “And he�s been nothing but nice to me. I�m not going to stop being nice to him because you two are too stubborn to give him a chance to make amends.”
“Hermione, he�s up to something, I know it,” Harry said, “He�s going to end up hurting you.”
“Stop it. Just stop it. Both of you!” Hermione said, “I�m not a little child. I can make my own decisions on who to associate with, and I�m not going to let you tell me otherwise.”
She stormed out the common room.
Ron watched her head up the stairs to the girl�s dormitory. He looked at Harry helplessly and spread his hands.
“She won�t listen to us Harry,” he said, shaking his head.
Harry looked up the empty stairwell.
“I know Ron, but we tried. That�s all we could do. You know how stubborn she is,” Harry replied, running his hand through his messy hair.
The two wizards stood in the middle of the common room, not knowing what else they could do. Hermione was on her own.
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Professor Snape was dismayed to see Draco sitting next to Hermione in Potions. Obviously the two had come to an understanding. Hermione had returned to her usual attentive self in class, once again answering questions and doing an excellent job brewing assigned potions. He figured she must have either gotten over her infatuation with him or Draco was laying pipe to her and she was sated. Neither of the possibilities appealed to him much. He gave the class a reading assignment, to be followed by a one-foot summation of the chapters read. He sat behind his desk and pulled a stack of parchments toward him that needed grading.
From beneath hooded eyes, he looked at Draco and Hermione�s body language. The witch was sitting straight up, but Draco was slightly shifted towards her. So the young wizard had an attraction to the witch.
Snape knew what he was about to do was wrong, but he needed to know. He whispered the legilimency spell and looked first into Hermione�s mind, then Draco�s. Snape discovered he was not gone from Hermione�s psyche. He was still in there, still the object of her desire, but a little deeper from the surface than when he first divined her thoughts during detention. She was repressing her urges, somewhat successfully. But they were erotic as ever, if not more so. In the image Snape was witnessing, he was fucking her in a different position than last time. She was on her knees and he was fucking her from behind, holding her petite, jerking body by the waist and arching into her strongly. He could see himself penetrating her and went instantly hard.
“Good gods,” he breathed. How the hell did she know about this?
Snape pulled out of Hermione�s mind with some effort, then peered into Draco�s. He quickly found an image of the wizard fucking the Gryffindor witch painfully and berating her as he did so. Hermione was crying. The Professor pulled out of Draco�s mind and his black eyes flicked up to meet Draco�s ice blue ones. It seemed the young wizard had perceived him. If he had, then he also perceived the image the Professor saw. By the rebellious coldness in the pureblood�s eyes Snape knew Draco knew he had seen his plans for Hermione. The boy had the audacity to curl his lip up in a lascivious, conspiratorial smile. Snape�s eyes glittered. Draco returned to his reading.
At the end of the class, the students walked up and turned in their parchments for grading. When Draco placed his paper on the desk, Snape said, “Mr. Malfoy, I would like you to stay after class. I�d like a word with you.”
Draco smiled. “Certainly sir,” he replied. Hermione was waiting for him.
“Hermione, you�d better go on ahead to the library. I�ll catch up to you later,” he said.
Hermione shrugged. “Ok, see you, Draco,” she said, turning and exiting the classroom.
Both wizards watched her go.
Draco turned to the Professor.
“What did you want to talk to me about, sir?” he asked, his eyes indicating he already knew.
Snape�s eyes swept over him. He was so much like Lucius, it was almost frightening. From what he saw in the boy�s mind, he was just as cruel as his father as well.
“I�d like to talk to you about Miss Granger,” the Professor said evenly.
Draco considered him.
“Sir, I would like to request that this conversation be off the record, so I may speak freely,” Draco said, drawing a chair out from the first row and positioning it at the side of the Professor�s desk. He sat down and waited for Snape�s response.
“Of course, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape responded. He imagined the pureblood intended to come clean.
If he didn�t, Snape would make him.
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