Temptation
Pour Deux
by
Annie
Adrienne
Chapter
3
A
Proposition
Hermione
pushed the old oak door to the Astronomy tower open slowly, half expecting
Malfoy to be in there with
all
of Slytherin house to back him up. She wouldn’t put it past him to go through
all this trouble just to make a fool
out
of her- even that kiss- but she wasn’t going to think about that.
“I
knew you’d come.” He said, a genuine -for once- grin crossing his face.
He was leaning against one of the walls,
staring
out the window in what he must have thought was a debonair pose. She had
to try hard to keep from laughing.
“This
is one of the only places we can really be alone in the castle…”
“And
why exactly do we need to be alone, Draco?” she asked, trying to affect
a haughty air. “I hope you know what
happened
yesterday doesn’t mean anything-”
“Oh,
but it does.” He laughed, making his way through the rows of desks and
over to her. “I didn’t ask you here to
snog,
Hermione, as much as I’d love it-” she blushed, and his smile grew even
wider- “I came here to ask if you’d
thought
about my proposition.”
“There
was a proposition hidden in your oh-so-twisted line between good and evil?
I must have missed it amongst all
the
bull- ”
“There
was a proposition, Hermione… to see the other side of that coin. I’m giving
you the opportunity to experience,
first
hand, what it’s like to be on my side. You can see for yourself where you
want to fight after that.”
“Oh
really, Draco?” She shook her head, mentally berating herself for even
entertaining his foolish little fantasy. “And
what
do you suggest I do? Transfer to Slytherin? I highly doubt Professor Dumbledore
would let me this late-”
“No,
you silly girl. Summer vacation is coming up soon… you could come home
with me. We could tell our parents
we
were dating- I’ve told my father I have a girlfriend. So he wouldn’t worry,
mostly.”
“And
what about my blood? Wouldn’t he be able to tell I wasn’t- pure?” she asked,
a hint of venom in her voice.
One
of the things that she hated most about Malfoy, and Slytherins in general,
was their dependency on pure wizard
bloodlines.
“You
can’t just tell, Hermione.” He said, growing a bit irritated. “He’d
have to know your family lines, and I sincerely
doubt
he’d care as long as you were pretty enough. Which, my dear-” he smirked-
“you certainly are. So are you
coming
or not?”
She
sighed, moving away from him and walking towards the window. She had nothing
else to do this summer- nothing
but
stay with her muggle family, back in a muggle town surrounded by bloody
muggles. She’d never had a problem
with
it before- but as she grew better as a witch, she wanted increasingly to
live around magic, to live
with magic. But
was
it worth it? Would Draco’s dark side tempt her, would she even make it
though the summer alive?
It
was dangerous- very, very dangerous. However she’d hide herself, there
was a chance she’d be found- who knew
what
kind of magic the Malfoys used? But it could be worth it. She wanted to
do something in her life- not just be one
of
Harry Potter’s sidekicks, and a walking Gryffindor spell encyclopedia.
She was more than that. And she could
accomplish
more. Hermione stole a glance back at Draco, and he only smirked at her,
already quite certain she’d be
coming.
She laughed.
“Maybe,
Malfoy. Maybe.”
And
with that, she turned on her heel and briskly walked to the other side
of the room, stepping out and shutting the
door
behind her, still laughing softly to herself. Stunned for only a moment,
Draco ran after the pretty brunette, jumping
down
almost an entire flight of stairs to catch up with her.
“Maybe?
What does ‘maybe’ mean Hermione?” he asked, stepping in front of her and
blocking her way down the
stairs.
She rolled her eyes.
“It
means what it means! I’m still not sure why you’re offering me this… this
chance at learning what the other side is
like.
For all you know, I could feed information back to Dumbledore, he may know
about this already-”
“I
know you better than you think, Granger. You may pretend to be some rule-abiding,
perfect, prissy little prefect,”
he
said, as if it was the worst insult imaginable, “but I know better. You’re
not Potter and Weasel’s tag along, or a
teacher’s
pet- you’ve a mind of your own, Hermione. And I think I’m one of the few
boys who’s not a Weasley,
honorary
or no, who knows exactly how great a mind that is.”
“So
what, Draco, you see me as some sort of challenge? A worthy opponent to
your own brilliance?” she asked
dryly.
His
eyes sparkled with amusement as he reached out to tuck a strand of no-longer-bushy
brown hair behind her ears.
She
rolled her eyes again as he laughed.
“Exactly,
my dear muggle, exactly. Ah, but I can’t call you muggle anymore, can I?
Because in a week or so, you’ll
be
pure-blooded and perfect.”
“Oh
really?” she asked, eyebrow raised as they began to walk down the stairs
together. “And how are you going to
manage
that?”
He
grinned.
“I’ve
got a few ideas.”
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