**DISCLAIMER** I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters. Nor do I own Hogwarts, etc etc.
The only thing I own is this plot.

Hate's Sweet Seduction

by Kiara5542
 
 

Chapter 3
Detention With The Enemy
 

Hermione didn't see Draco again until she was on the Hogwarts Express. She and the Weasleys
found Harry a few moments before the train was due to leave. They had actually been starting to
get a bit worried, for they knew that the Dursleys, Harry's horrible relatives, had never approved
of his schooling in the 5 years that Harry had beenattending Hogwarts. Even though Harry was now
entering his sixth year at the school, they didn't really expect his aunt and uncle to have changed at
all. They had been pondering on whether or not they should send the Knight Bus after their friend,
when Ginny had spotted him hurrying towards them down the platform.

"Figures that Ginny would spot 'im", Fred said, teasing his little sister. Although the Weasley twins
had graduated the year before and were now in the process of setting up a joke shop, much to Mrs.
Weasley's dismay, they had come along to see their two younger siblings off. Hermione glanced at
her younger friend, wondering if the youngest Weasley had ever gotten over her attraction for Harry.

Ginny flushed, but didn't have time to reply before Harry arrived on the scene. He grinned at the
Weasleys and at Hermione as Mrs. Weasley fussed over him, bearing it all with patience. He was
quite tanned, and Ron's mother clucked over this, at which he explained that the Dursleys had kept
him busy doing repairs and yard work for much of the summer, after he had come home from
visiting the Weasleys. Hermione stifled a laugh as she noticed quite a few of the girls on the platform
casting admiring glances at Ron and Harry. She had a feeling that her two best friends were going
to have quite an interesting year. Just for the fun of it, she linked her arms through theirs as they
headed down the platform to board the train, giggling to herself as she felt more than one jealous
gaze piercing her.

Once on the train they quickly found a compartment and made themselves comfortable. All three
of them were full of questions for each other as to what had occurred when they were seperated
for the summer. Hermione and Ron listened with sympathy to Harry as he related his experience of
another summer with the Dursley's, but burst out laughing with Harry when he related the story
of how he had slipped a small charm into Dudley's food, making anything that his obnoxious cousin
ate taste like lemons and vinegar. Hermione and Ron were laughing particularily loudly as Harry
screwed up his face to immitate the way "wee Duddy" had looked when he took a bite of his
hamburger, when a noise at the door made them look up.

"If it isn't Potty, Weasel and the Mudblood," Draco sneered as he leaned against the doorframe.
Arrogance dripped from every word.

"And if it isn't ol' Ferret-Face," Ron replied, and Harry chuckled at this referral to a spell that their
old friend, Mad-Eye Moody, had placed on the Slytherin student 2 years ago.

Normally Hermione would have laughed, but she was too busy trying to keep her eyes off of Malfoy.
He was now dressed in his school robes, which were forest green, with gold trim along the cuffs and
neckline. His blonde hair and blue eyes stood out in sharp contrast to them. Damn, Hermione thought
to herself, although she normally did not use the swear words that she had heard muggles use
throughout much of her life. Was Malfoy going to look this good all year? Green normally was not a
colour that she found attractive on others, but somehow Malfoy managed to pull it off. As all this was
running through her head she was distinctly aware that Draco's eyes were still resting on her.

Apparently Ron and Harry had noticed this as well, for Ron's tone grew more menacing as he spoke
to Malfoy again. "Got nothing better to do than stare, Malfoy?" he asked.

"Not when what I'm staring at looks as good as Granger, here," Draco said.

Hermione gasped as she looked up in surprise and saw the lust on Draco's face. He let his gaze rake
over her, taking his time about it and making it distinctly clear that he liked what he saw. She felt a
warmth rise in her cheeks and her stomach tightened under the intensity of his gaze. Beside her, Ron
made an indistinct sound as he lunged at his enemy.

"Ron, no!" she cried, catching hold of his arm.

"I'm not going to sit here and let him stare at you like some piece of meat, Hermione!" Ron said
angrily. Underneath her fingers she could feel the coiled tension in his muscles, and knew that only her
touch was holding him back. Meanwhile, from the doorway Malfoy observed the scene with a smirk
on his face.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" A new voice was heard, piercing the tension within the
compartment. A tall, muscular boy appeared in the doorway of the compartment, scowling at Draco
as the Slytherin student turned to face him.

"This is where the Gryffindor's are sitting," the boy continued. "Why are you bothering with them?
Leave the goody two shoes to their fun, whatever it may be..."

"Who is this, now?" Ron asked Hermione angrily. He had sat down again beside her at her urging,
and was now watching the scene playing out in front of them with a glower.

"Jared Stalton," she replied. "New Head Boy of Slytherin."

"Oh joy," her friend muttered. "Is he here to join Malfoy in the fun?"

Hermione shook her head, for even as he spoke, Jared was grasping Malfoy by the arm, pulling him
away from their compartment. Draco glanced at the three of them once more, then with one final sneer
he let himself be pulled away. For a moment the compartment was silent. Hermione glanced at her two
friends and sighed inwardly. Both looked about ready to explode. Just as she was debating as to what
she could say to change the subject, there was a noise at the door again, and she looked up, glad for
the distraction.

"We figured that you three would be together," Lavendar said with a giggle.

Hermione saw her friend take in the way she and Ron were sitting close together on the seat, and
groaned inwardly when Lavendar's eyes narrowed speculatively. Could her friend be more clueless,
she mused. What would she have to say if she knew that just moments ago Hermione had been
lusting over none other than Draco Malfoy? She paused before she could any further with that train
of thought. What the hell was she doing? One minute she was thinking about how much she hated
him - and she did hate him. What he had done to the poor first year student this morning, as well as
the way that he had looked at her just now, had only made her feelings intensify. But no sooner had
that thought run through her head than she was thinking to herself that while Draco had looked good
from the front, he sure did look good when he was walking away, too. Robes should be closer
fitting, she mused.

"Hermione? Hermione!!" She looked up, startled out of thoughts to see Ron, Harry, Lavendar and
Parvati all staring at her. She quickly realized that one of them had asked her a question which she
had totally missed.

"We've only been around each other for 5 minutes and already you're ignoring me," Lavendar said
with a laugh.

Hermione wrinkled her nose at her friend, glad that for once, Lavendar wasn't curious as to what had
distracted her.

"Is what Ron told us true?" Parvati asked curiously. "Was Draco Malfoy really staring at you?"

"Yes," Hermione replied. She frowned. "He looked me up and down, you know, in that way that you
always read about in books or see in the Muggle movies."

Lavendar's eyes widened indignantly. "Who does he think he is, looking at you like that?" she asked.

"Well, one thing's for sure," Parvati said with a grin, "He won't find anyone to look at in Slytherin this
year. I think Pansy Parkinson is as good as it gets right now."

The friends all looked at each other, then burst into laughter. Lavendar and Parvati started a discussion
of how people had changed since first year, and Hermione was able to put Draco out of her mind and
join in - for now at least.

The rest of the train ride passed quickly. Draco never returned to pester them, and by the time they
arrived at Hogwarts to be greeted by a enthusiastic Hagrid, Hermione was feeling much better. During
the sorting and supper she avoided even looking at the Slytherin table, instead immersing herself in the
enjoyment of being around her friends again. After a few announcements from the Head Table, she and
the others headed back to Gryffindor. They spent the night in the Common Room, catching up on the
many stories that needed to be told. When Hermione finally fell into her bed after midnight, the last
thought she had before drifting off to sleep was that she was sure that her attraction to Draco Malfoy
had been short lived.

The next day found all the students, both new and familiar, rushing to and fro in the halls of Hogwarts
on their way to classes. More than one second year or even older students found themselves the chagrined
victim of the shifting staircases. Neville, of course, managed to get his foot stuck in one of the trick steps,
and had to be rescued by Harry before they could go on to class. Hermione was digusted to find out that
their very first class was Potions - a double period with the Slytherins, as usual.

Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were already in the classroom when Hermione, Harry and Ron went in. As
Hermione sat down near her friends, she deliberately avoided looking in the direction of the Slytherin
student. Lavendar and Parvati did not, however, and Lavendar sucked in her breath as she sat down.
Hermione sent her friend a curious glance, to which Lavendar whispered a reply.

"You should have seen the way he was staring at you when you sat down! He looked like he was hoping
that you'd drop something so you'd have to bend over and pick it up," Lavender said.

Hermione flushed angrily at these words and almost turned around to glare at Malfoy, but resisted the
temptation, knowing full well that the other student would love this kind of response. Not only that, but
Snape had entered the classroom just as Lavendar finished relaying this information, and she knew for
sure that if she dared to turn then he would find some excuse to take points from Gryffindor. For the rest
of her time in the classroom she concentrated on what they were learning, and ignored the prickle on the
back of her neck which told her that Malfoy was staring at her.

After class was a different matter, however. At Neville's request she stayed behind. They all had the
same classes, but Neville wanted someone with him, and she supposed that it was just as well. Who
knew what kind of trouble he could get himself into if he was left to find his way on his own, what with
the staircases moving around so much in an effort to confuse the first years. She waited patiently,
although it seemed like he was taking forever and a day gathering up his scrolls and textbooks. Truth
be told, she had always had a soft spot for the slightly chubby, shy Gryffindor boy, who had attempted
to stop she, Ron and Harry during first year, when they had gone off to try to stop the theft of the
Philospher's Stone. She had been forced to put a spell on him at the time to prevent him from doing
anything, and since then she had always felt slightly guilty.

She was thinking about this as they entered the hallway. Hermione glanced at her witch's watch, which
she had set to tell her the times of her classes. The small arrow was a few spaces away from the small
H that indicated that they had History of Magic next, with Professor Binn's, Hogwarts one and only
ghost teacher. She grimaced and sighed. Even she didn't find the ancient Professor's lectures interesting,
and she fully believed the rumours that said that he was even more boring dead than he had been while
alive. Just as she and Neville were about to head down the corridor towards class, she heard a cry
come from the other direction. She and Nevill glanced at each other, then headed off in the direction
that the cry had came from. Some lost first year, no doubt, Hermione thought to herself.

When they rounded the corner, however, they found that yes, indeed, it was a first year. Hermione
recognized him as having being sorted into Hufflepuff the night before. But he wasn't lost - Draco Malfoy
and his two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, had the boy surrounded. Malfoy had his wand and was
teasing the student by making his books, which were floating in a neat pile in the air, dance just out of
the reach of his grasping hands. Crabbe and Goyle were laughing uproariously at this, while Draco had
a smirk plastered over his face.

"Malfoy, leave him alone!" Hermione spat.

His head whipped around and he stared at her for a moment before his mouth twisted into a mocking
grin. His wand moved slightly, propelling the stack of books up just out of reach of the student. Hermione
noted that the boy was almost in tears, obviously petrified at the thought of being late for class on his
first day.

"Malfoy, let him go," she said threateningly. "Can't you at least pick on someone your own size?"

"Like you?" he asked her, raising his eyebrows while his eyes once again performed that slow once over
that he had submitted her to on the train. Hermione flushed, for she just reached the bottom of Draco's
chin. "Or maybe Longbottom can take me down," he drawled scornfully.

"This boy is 5 years younger than you," she retorted. "Like he's going to have the skills to be able to stop
you."

"I could have stopped this when I was his age," he said arrogantly, gesturing with his free hand at the
floating pile of books.

"Only because Daddy wanted to make sure his precious baby could bully others," she spat, unbelievably
angry at his words. She pulled out her wand. "Now let him go!"

At this Draco lowered his wand. The stack of books dropped to scatter all over the floor. Hermione and
Draco both ignored the younger student as he scrambled to gather up his books and other supplies, then
ran off down the corridor. Crabbe and Goyle, after looking at their leader and Hermione uncertainly for a
second, moved off in the direction the student had went.

"You think that you can take me on?" Draco asked, raising his eybrows in disbelief. He smirked again.
"There are some things you can't learn from a book, Granger."

For a moment Hermione stared at his lips, noticing how full they were and how he had a slight cleft in his
chin, before she realized that he had noticed her staring. He returned her stare with interest, and even as
she met his gaze, he dropped it to rest deliberately on the swell of her breasts beneath her robes.

"Yes," he said softly. "There are some things that you can't learn from books."

She knew without asking that he was no longer talking about spells, and underneath her thick robes she
felt her nipples harden under his eyes, and silently she breathed a sigh of relief that he couldn't see the
reaction she was having to him. Still, she felt the hairs on her arm prickle as he continued to stare at her
intently. How could he stare at her like that when Neville was right there, she thought to herself. She stole
a glance at her friend, and found that he wasn't even aware of what Malfoy was doing, he was too busy
looking about the corridor fearfully.

"Whats the matter, Malfoy?" she taunted, eager to get that hungry look off of her body. "I thought you'd
be anxious to take on a Mudblood!"

At these words his eyes darkened and flashed with anger, and he brought up his wand. Before either of
them could do anything, however, a voice interrupted them.

"Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger! What is the meaning of this!" Professor McGonagall was sweeping down
on them, fairly bristling with indignation and anger.

"Did we or did we not," she asked sternly, fixing each with her steady gaze, "Make an announcement last
night that magic was NOT to be directed at other students, except under direct order from a professor?"

Hermione groaned inside, for she could now clearly remember McGonagall herself making the
announcement the night before. Ron had commented on how serious the Transfiguration Professor had
looked, and Hermione could see now that the elderly lady was very serious, indeed. She opened her
mouth to try and explain, but the Professor cut her off.

"No buts, Miss Granger. This is completely unacceptable. I would have thought that you would know
better. Twenty points from Gryffindor!"

Hermione winced. Only one day back and already she had just lost her house 20 house points, she
thought disbelievingly.

"And you, Mr Malfoy," McGonagall turned to face the Slytherin student, who was leaning against the
stone wall of the hallway and grinning as he watched Hermione's discomfort. "Don't think that you are
going to get off so slightly. Twenty points from Slytherin, and I shall speak to Professor Snape about
your behaviour. As further punishment," she continued, pinning them both with her gaze, "Both of you
shall serve detention every night together for the next two weeks. Maybe that will make the two of
you finally get along! Now off to class, both of you!"

Before either Hermione or Draco could speak up, Professor McGonagall swept away down the Hall.
For a moment they just stared at each other, then Draco muttered something about "stupid Mudbloods"
and stalked off.

"Come on, Hermione!" Neville said anxiously, obviously relieved that McGonagall had seemingly
ignored his presence. "If we don't hurry, we'll be late for class and Professor Binns will take even
more points off of Gryffindor."

Hermione came out of her shock long enough to head down the corridor with her friend. As she went,
her mind repeated the same mantra over and over - 2 weeks of detention with Draco Malfoy...

What exactly was she in for?
 
 
 

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