Rating:
PG-13 for now, may get to be R for violence, among other things.
Pairings:
Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Fleur, possibly others later.
Disclaimer:
Don’t own them, though they’d make great Christmas presents…
Time:
Takes place in the fifth or six year at Hogwarts, after Voldemort has risen
again and started
to
gain more followers.
Summary:
Draco, Hermione, and the challenges they present to each other may change
the very
course
of history…
Feedback:
Please. I’d love constructive criticism if you see something wrong or something
I could
improve,
since this is my first HP fanfic… otherwise my usual policy on reviews
is if I don’t get any,
I
don’t post anything… so be good and review, even if you hate it! I only
live to improve-
Authors
Notes: This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction… I’ve read a few others,
though not many,
and
written for other fandoms. I love HP, so I figured I’d give it a shot-
Dedicated:
To all the wonderful Hermione/Draco writers/shippers on ff.net…
Temptation
Pour Deux
by
Annie
Adrienne
Chapter
1
And
So It Begins...
“Pure
ivory and ebony, face of glass and eyes of sea, beautiful I long to be,
magic, show the best in me!”
Hermione
Granger flicked her wand, and put on as best a Slytherin smirk as she could
manage. The charm began to
work
exactly as it should, her skin turning nearly white, and invisible hands
twisting her now black and glossy hair up
into
an elegant bun. The girl’s high cheekbones grew even more defined, and
her eyelashes grew dark and thick,
rendering
a bit of mystery to her newly green eyes.
She
sighed deeply, staring back at her now much prettier reflection in the
mirror. If only she could always look like
this-
beautiful, mysterious, even cold. She looked like she knew what she wanted
in life, like she had some purpose…
power.
She looked like a girl with power. Like Pansy Parkinson, or even more,
her older sister Nyaeve. She could do
great
things looking like this, wonderful things. But the instant she stepped
out of the bathroom the world would know
she’d
only been using more cosmetic spells.
In
all honesty, she was nothing special. She was smart, yes… but as she remembered
telling Harry so many years
ago,
it was books, and cleverness. She had never possessed any sort of real
talent for anything, besides sabotaging
any
chance at a social life in her desperate pursuit of useless knowledge.
A muggle girl. Not born into a wizarding
family,
not even born into a family with wizarding blood. Plain, simple, features,
brown eyes and brown hair, like the
rest
of the world.
No,
the clever little mudblood Hermione Granger could never be capable
of looking this- this-
“Beautiful!”
Spinning
around with a sharp intake of breath, she looked about the prefect’s bathroom,
quite relieved at not seeing
anyone
but her (slightly changed) self. With a quick finite incantum to
erase the effects of her spell, she walked in the
direction
the voice had been coming from- the South wall, near the showers. She put
her ear up to the stone, listening
intently,
and while she could hear voices, the words were frustratingly inaudible.
“Maximums
Audiem.” she muttered, tapping her wand against the wall lightly, and
was instantly rewarded with a
voice
very familiar to her.
Draco Malfoy was
on the other side of that wall.
“Of
course I’ve made arrangements, father. Mr. Crabbe has promised to teach
me how to apparate- all
safely,
of course. No, you’re right, it’d be better not to tell mother. As soon
as the Dark Lord opens Azkaban
she’ll
have more than enough to worry about, having offered to shelter the Lestranges-”
Hermione
couldn’t help but let out an astounded shriek at that, instantly covering
up her mouth. In another time,
she
would have cursed herself for being so foolish, but- The Lestranges were
among the most loyal and dangerous
of
Voldemort’s followers. And Malfoy, the little scumbag and his parents were
offering shelter for them… it was too
bloody
much. She listened on.
“I’ll
be home in a week, father… I would be most honored to meet him then. I
suppose he’ll be glad to have
some
eyes and ears in Hogwarts… I know he’s still not sure of Snape’s loyalty.
I’m not even sure of his loyalty.
Father,
I’ll have to cut this conversation short- I’ll call you back when I can
speak more freely.”
Hermione
gasped, more quietly this time. Malfoy, working directly for Voldemort?
Meeting face to face with him?
She’d
always known he was stuck-up- going on about his ‘pure blood’ and all that-
God only knew how many times
she’d
had to hold Ron back from punching his face in for her. But this- this
went beyond cruelty, beyond bad family
ties-
she froze, mid-thought, as she felt two ice-cold hands grip her shoulders
roughly.
“I
should have known one of you three would be following me around. Silly
me, not thinking to cast an
anti-eavesdropping
spell…” Malfoy whispered into her ear, chilling her to the bone. She couldn’t
help but shudder at
the
steely undertone in the young baritone. Preparing herself for a fight,
she spun around, pushing Draco off her and
backed
up against the wall, reaching for her wand.
“You
little bastard. I- I never wanted to believe it-”
“Oh
believe what, Granger?” he sneered, moving closer to her and snatching
away the wand before she even had
a
chance to raise it. She cursed under her breath, only causing him to smirk.
“You couldn’t believe that students at
this
school could actually follow- gasp- the Dark Arts? That some of us actually
had families that pledged loyalty
to
Voldemort rather than Dumbledore?” He moved even closer to the now furious
girl, laughing as he traced the
Gryffindor
seal on her robe. Her glare grew even more lethal. “Grow up, mudblood.
The entire wizarding world isn’t
good-
barely anything is, anymore. You were always so interested in learning
everything about everything- have you
ever
even thought about it? About what it’s like to cast the imperious curse,
or how it feels to have some bloody
muggle
worshipping at your-”
“That’s
enough, Malfoy!” she cried, slapping away the hand that had been wandering
perilously close to her breasts.
“Think
who you’re talking to, now. Think who my friends are- who one of my best
friends is. I know evil when I see
it,
and I know you well enough.” Her eyes and voice were smoldering now, with
rage and a bit of fear. She’d always
thought
Draco was awful- awful, but never evil. Never truly dangerous, just a bit
of a nuisance, and one Ron and
Harry
could deal with easily enough.
“There
is no good and evil, Granger!” He said, shocking himself by feeling almost
disappointed in her. “There are
only
two sides, and I happen to be on the one that uses all the resources available.
Dumbledore with his petty morals,
his
need to be fair and perfect- the world isn’t fair, nor perfect Granger,
and most wizards don’t seem to understand
that.
But I do. My father does, and Lord Voldemort has mastered the concept.
We are only wizards- wizards trying
to
protect our own. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same.”
“Malfoy,
that’s not the point-”
“It’s
exactly the point!” he interrupted angrily. “I would have thought you,
at least, a somewhat intelligent girl,
mudblood
that you are, would be able to see the beauty in such power- see that there
are two sides to the coin.”
“Two
sides to the coin?” she fumed, pushing past him and off towards the door,
trying to ignore the fact that she
didn’t
entirely disagree. Nearly all the philosophers in the world had, in fact,
agreed with him- but what was she
thinking?
“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to contemplate the Zen of the world,
Malfoy- in Azkaban, with your
parents.”
The
bathroom door quite abruptly slammed in her face, and she spun around again,
to find Malfoy twirling her wand
in
his fingers with a very familiar smirk. She tried to ignore the voices
in the back of her head… the voices that told
her
to go to him, to listen to him- God, when would he ever speak to her again?
“Come
here, Hermione.” He said, in a voice that made it damn near impossible
to refuse. “Take off that Gryffindor
robe-
let’s just be us for a moment, all right?” He slowly slid his robe off
his shoulders, allowing it to fall carelessly to
the
floor. Idly, she wondered if he did that at home- rich boys didn’t have
to pick up after themselves. Not quite sure
why
she was complying, she removed her robe as well, folding it up neatly and
setting it on the counter. They were
both
trying very hard to forget that it was summer, and that neither was wearing
more than a tight tank top underneath.
There
were, after all, far more important matters at hand than hormones.
“What’s
this all about, Malfoy? You can’t keep me in here forever- and I don’t
think even you are quite advanced
enough
to do a memory charm on me. You’re only delaying the inevitable.” She told
him, trying to sound much more
sure
than she was. Who knew what he was capable of, or what they taught future
death eaters at home- Draco only
laughed,
taking her hand and pulling her on to a bench with him.
“Hermione,
when you think of evil, what do you think of?”
“Oh
come off it Malfoy, what’s the point?”
“Hermione.”
He pleaded, his dark silver eyes seeming to pierce into her train of thought.
She wasn’t sure whether to
shiver
or blush. “Just answer my question.”
“Don’t
be a fool. I, and most well likely the rest of the wizarding world, think
of… well… Voldemort.” She winced
at
the name. But Harry had made her, Ron, and Ginny swear to use it last year-
and he’d been right. It did take from
the
fear.
“Not
me?” he asked, shifting so he could look at her in the eyes. She moved
back, becoming a bit uncomfortable at
his
closeness. Those damned gray eyes.
“No,
not you. Or- or any of the Slytherins, for that matter.” She added hastily,
not quite able to read the look on his
face.
She couldn’t become too personal in this. God, to think she was sitting
here, chatting with some- some dark
wizard-
but she couldn’t tear herself away. There was something- something about
the way he was looking at her,
the
way he seemed to genuinely want to convince her. But why?
“I’m
not a Slytherin right now, remember Hermione? And you’re not a Gryffindor,
either. Ignore the good and evil,
remember
it doesn’t exist, Hermione, and tell me this… do you hate me?”
Her
eyes widened at the pure absurdity of the question, her mind still running
itself around in furious little circles. Did
she
hate Malfoy? Oh, she didn’t like him, she most certainly did not- but could
she hate him? Ignoring Voldemort, as
he’d
said, could she really bring herself to hate someone for being born within
a rich family? Being born on the wrong
side,
the currently winning side of this war?
Were
there two sides? And what was good and evil? She supposed that evil meant
death, and good meant life- but
life
and death for who? There was a good chance that in the next few years she,
Harry, and Ron would be dead.
Because
of evil. And there was also a good chance that Malfoy, Pansy, and the rest
of the Slytherins would be dead
because
of good. So who was right? Who deserved to live?
There
was no answer, was there?
“I
don’t hate you, Draco.” She looked up at him, brown eyes meeting blue,
searching for some sort of emotion on that
heartbreakingly
handsome face. She wanted to know how he felt. Out of all things, wanted
to know why he seemed to
care.
“For some reason, I can’t, even after all you’ve done to Harry, Ron and
I over the years-”
“Then
tell me, Hermione, why do you so easily reject the dark arts?”
“That’s
completely different Draco, and you know it-”
“No,
Hermione, it’s exactly the same.” He stood, pulling her up to her feet
as well, keeping an arm wrapped securely
around
her waist. She tried to struggle free, but after one good look at his finely
muscled arms and chest, she all but
gave
up.
“Why
are you doing this to me, Malfoy?” she snapped, losing her temper with
his games. If he was going to curse her,
he
should curse her already-
“Because
I expect more out of you, Granger.” He replied just as quickly, smirking
and leaning down to capture her
lips
in a kiss. She tried to squirm free but he only held on tighter, as he
all but forced her mouth open with his tongue,
noting
that even as she kissed him back even as she tried to regain control. He
tangled a hand in her hair, their mouths
still
as one, before they both broke free at the same time, her glare only softening
slightly. He smirked and she huffed,
picking
up her robe and flushing a deep shade of red. Draco followed her to the
door, slipping his robe on as well.
“And
that- conversation I had with my father, Granger? You won’t tell anyone
will you? Or do you need more
convincing?”
If
Hermione could have used an unmentionable curse on anyone, it would have
been him, right then and there.
Bloody
well like him, wasn’t it- throw her mind and body into turmoil at the same
time, twice the chaos-
“I
won’t.” she muttered between clenched teeth, still unsure why she was covering
for him. But before they’d- well
before,
anyway, it had begun to make sense to her. His… his theory. She needed
to do some serious thinking.
“Oh,
and Hermione?” he said, that ever-present smug tone in his voice growing
even stronger. “I’ll see you in the
Astronomy
tower, tomorrow at noon. I know you don’t have classes then.”
“Malfoy,
I’m not one of your-” He cut her off with another heart-wrenchingly perfect
kiss, eyes sparkling with
amusement.
“Tomorrow,
Hermione.”
Chapter
2
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