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Contours by GryffindorGirl153

Format: Novel
Chapters: 27
Word Count: 161,660
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Pansy, Ginny, Blaise (M), OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Other Pairing

First Published: 01/11/2009
Last Chapter: 09/08/2011
Last Updated: 09/08/2011

Summary:
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Hermione glanced at him, then back to the reporter. “Yes.” She finally said. “It is true.” Despite her words, she was glaring at Draco as she spoke. “I am engaged to Draco Malfoy.”


Chapter 8: Chapter Seven

Contours
By: Gryffindorgirl153

Chapter Seven



“Oh, Hermione this is Wesley Carrow. Carrow, this is my fiancé, Hermione.”

Wesley Carrow smiled at Hermione, taking her hand and kissing it like a proper gentleman. “Nice to meet you Hermione.” He said, smiling.

“Pleasure.” She breathed.

The car ride was silent, as Hermione and Draco sat in the back seat of the car together. The two were holding one another’s hand, but they both desperately hoped that the nearest gas station would come quick. “I was a bit surprised to hear that you got engaged, Draco.” Wesley said as they both walked into the store for a bottle of gasoline. “And to Miss Granger as well.” He added with a small chuckle. “I was actually expecting someone along the lines of tall blonde and famous.”

Draco looked away as they began walking back to his car. “It just never worked out between Miranda and I.” he said solemnly.

Wesley shook his head. “That’s too bad.” He said. “Miranda was pretty amazing, wasn’t she?”

“You should know, you’ve dated her a lot longer than I have.” Draco responded, a twinge of nostalgia apparent in his voice.

-


“You know Granger, I have no idea why you even agreed to her offer.” Pansy and Hermione were walking through a muggle department store with a shopping bag hanging on each of their shoulders. It was difficult to believe that Pansy had actually asked Hermione to go shopping with her today, instead of her best friend, Miranda. Hermione considered that this was some kind of peace offering- on Pansy’s part of course. “To go on this trip I mean.” Pansy added. “To the beach.”

Hermione looked at her, confused. The entire day, the two had gotten along great. They gossiped like normal women would do, and not once did they fight about immature childish things that they used to fight about back in school. She was surprised that there were legitimate things between them to gossip about, and Hermione was surprised how intertwined their lives really were. “I don’t understand what you mean.” Hermione replied, as they walked into the bathing suit department.

“I’m sure Miranda made her intentions clear.” Pansy began. “She’s a straight forward type of person. I’m positive that she made it clear that she wanted Draco back. Don’t you feel the least bit intimidated by her?” She pulled out a black two-piece, but placed it back on the rack with a look of disgust on her face. “Miranda has the Wizarding world at the palm of her hands, and can get anything by just calling ‘Daddy’.”

It was then when Hermione finally understood her. By agreeing to Miranda’s invitation, she had just agreed to give her a chance to steal Draco back. Honestly, Hermione could care less about whom Draco ended up with. When she had agreed to this marriage, she didn’t think that her daily routines would be interrupted with Draco’s own personal career and friends. She didn’t think that Draco wanted her to actually play the role of his fiancé. Hermione simply thought that her name next to his on the Prophet would do a good enough job, but she was obviously wrong.

Pansy had picked out a plain white bikini, and was no looking for more. “I suppose you’re probably thinking ‘Why doesn’t Draco just marry Miranda?’.” Pansy said. “Draco had already switched brides once, and it can’t happen again. The press will start wondering what’s going on. Switching from Astoria to you was enough of a catastrophe. Imagine what’ll happen if he was to announce that he was marrying Miranda, the Ministers daughter.”

“Why couldn’t he just say no to the Greengrass’?” Hermione asked as she stared at the two-piece Pansy had just picked out for her. “Didn’t his parents know about their relationship?”

Pansy shook her head, and pushed another two-piece towards Hermione. “She’s the ministers daughter. Lucius and Narcissa would’ve forced them to get married straight away if they knew. Well, of course Miranda didn’t have a problem with that, but Draco did. She tried to convince Draco to tell his parents about their relationship, but the two would just end up bickering like little children, up until one of them decides to storm out of the room.”

“So is that why she broke up with him?” Hermione asked her. Pansy looked at her, surprised. “She told me- at the party the other night.” She explained. “Miranda broke up with Draco because he was scared of commitment, and all she wanted to do was settle down.”

Pansy nodded, and turned back to browsing around. “Draco had a reason to be afraid. He was only eighteen after all. Who would want to get married at eighteen? The boy had his life to live.”

“Pansy, we’ll only be at the beach for a day.” Hermione said, looking at all the swimsuits in her hands. “I don’t need this much.”

Pansy looked at her incredulously. “You can trust that we’ll be there for more than a day.” She said. “Didn’t she tell you?” Pansy asked. “Our trips usually last around a week or so.”

“But, I have school.” She objected. “I was only told that this would only take an entire Sunday.”

“I’ll have Blaise call your school for you.” Pansy told her. “His father is well known there.” She said. Hermione wasn’t surprised that their parents held high positions in places around London and in the Wizarding world.

Pansy abruptly turned around, surprising Hermione. “Granger, listen to me carefully. Miranda may have been my best friend- and she still is. But when she left everyone, she just went too far that time- especially with what she’s done to Draco. I would honestly like Draco to be with you rather than her. So don’t let him mess up his own life.”

Hermione thought for a moment. “So you want me to fight against Miranda for someone I could care less about?”

“Yes.” Pansy answered. “I do.”

-


“I didn’t know they actually had these sort of resorts.” Hermione said, looking around the grand building. “Well I read about them once, in a few wizard novels, but I never really knew that they existed.” There were countless of wizards and witches walking about, with their belongings levitating behind them. Others were workers who were cleaning the floors, seats and tables magically. “I sort of figured that Wizards and Witches would just settle for a Muggle resort.”

Draco scoffed. “The majority of the wizards who can even afford this resort are pureblood. Do you honestly think that they’ll settle for a Muggle resort?” Draco asked. They walked to the counter where they were to check into their room. “They’ll be complaining about getting their hands dirty the entire way.”

Hermione made an ‘ahh’ sound, remembering how prejudice pureblood wizards were. “Isn’t Pansy and Theodore joining us today?” Hermione asked.

“Hello, welcome to Wizard Resort. My name is Susanne, how may I help you?” The young lady had bright red hair and blue eyes, reminding Hermione of Ginny back home. She had a bright smile on her face, which was probably forced on by her boss, and her hair was pushed back into a sleek ponytail.

“Yes, I believe that there are reservations under Miranda Caldwell.” As Miranda’s surname left Draco’s lips, Susanne’s eyes widen, and her posture suddenly looked more diligent than before. “I don’t believe she’s arrived yet, though.” Draco said.

She nodded. “I’ll get you your rooms right away, Mr.-”

“Malfoy.” Draco finished for her. “Draco Malfoy.”

Susanne looked surprised to hear his surname as well. “Right away Mr. Malfoy.” She had left her desk, walking into the room behind the counter.

“I take it that you’re family is well known here.” Hermione said quietly. “I think she’s afraid.”

Draco snorted. “She’s afraid because I could get her fired.”

“That’s terrible.” She told him, frowning.

“Don’t worry.” He said. “I’ve no reason to do so- yet.”

“Draco!” Hermione and Draco both turned around simultaneously and found themselves staring at Miranda. “Hermione.” Miranda said curtly when she had reached the couple. “It’s good to see that you two have found the place alright.”

“We flooed here, how hard could it have been.” Draco replied.

Susanne returned with four vials in her hands. “Here you are.” She placed the vials on the counter, and pulled out seven more from the drawer beneath the counter. “These four,” she placed her hand on top of the first four that she had brought with her, which immediately turned into a murky green color. “Are for your rooms.” Susanne said. “I’m aware that Miss Shacklebolt has requested four of our best.” Miranda nodded. “And these,” Susanne placed her hands on top of the seven smaller vials. “Are your keys. It’s best to consume the entire bottle, otherwise there may be problems with entering and leaving the room.”

“Our keys?” Hermione asked.

“Yes, your keys. After consuming the potion, the room will immediately recognize who belongs inside and who doesn’t. It ensures privacy in our resort, and limits thievery or other accidents.” Susanne answered. “The potion is just as tasteless as water, so it’s not difficult to drink. There are absolutely no side effects, and the potion will wear off once your rooms disappear when you’re planned to leave.”

The trio walked towards the lift, where they met with Daphne, Blaise, Pansy and Theodore. “Wonderful.” Pansy said, taking the vials from Draco’s hands and handing them out. Miranda handed each couple one of the potion bottles as they entered the lift, and kept one for herself, clutching it tightly in her hand.

Once they had all left the lift, Draco had taken the murky green potion from Hermione’s hand, and threw it against the right wall. “Drink.” He instructed, and everyone else did the same. Hermione was surprised to see a door appear before her eyes, the marble wall transforming into two white doors. Once the ripples moving through the white door had ceased, Draco turned the knob and proceeded inside.

The room was amazing. The walls were the same as the hallway, white marble. There was a large bed with a canopy in the middle of the room, and dressers lined up against the wall. There was a large bathroom right behind the bed with both a shower and a bath. “Nice isn’t it?” Draco asked.

Hermione dropped her bag on the bed, walking further into the room, exploring. “There’s books!” she shouted with excitement.

“Yes, the rooms are also made to fit the users needs.” Draco replied. “You should get dressed. We’re going to meet everyone else down at the beach for lunch and swimming.”

“So with this whole potion thing,” Hermione began. “Does that mean that only the two of us are allowed to go past those doors?” she asked.

Draco nodded. “Yes, that’s right.” He replied. “That’s very fortunate because then we won’t have to completely act like we’re a couple. Although, you should start getting used to the idea.” Draco told her, sending her a wink.

Hermione scowled, and turned back to the bookshelf filled with books. “These are all the books I’ve wanted to read.” She breathed. “That’s amazing.” Hermione pulled out the book Atonement. “I’ve read this about a hundred times.” She said.

“So have a lot of other people.” Draco replied, unbuttoning his shirt. “It’s a classic.”

After about twenty minutes, Draco and Hermione both went down the lift, and walked out of the building and to the beach. Hermione was surprised when Draco had suddenly grabbed her hand before she realized that Daphne and Blaise were already sitting on the white folding chairs by the shore.

Draco led Hermione to the other side of the table, pulling out the seat for her like a proper gentleman. “Hello Daphne, I haven’t seen you in a while.” Draco began, as if he was just about ready to taunt her. “How’s your sister?”

Daphne glared at Draco. “A mess.” She replied haughtily. “As well as the rest of my family at that.”

Hermione looked at Draco, and he didn’t seem at all bothered about the fact that Daphne’s family was going through a crisis at the moment. She elbowed him in the ribs. “Just stop it.” She said before he could say anything else to Daphne. “Just stop.” Hermione said again, stopping Draco from saying anything else to her.

Pansy and Theodore arrived a few minutes later, sitting next to Hermione. Of course, that left one seat available next to Draco. “Hullo.” Miranda said merrily, sitting next to Draco. House elves began to magically appear, bringing the main course and small dishes to the table, as well as drinks and silverware.

A conversation began amongst the small group, while they ate their meals. Hermione grew skeptic when Draco began to intertwine his hands with hers under the table. Instead of scowling his way, she would send him a sweet smile, and continue eating, while his hand was still holding on to her own. “Lets go in!” Pansy exclaimed after about hours of chatting.

Pansy grabbed Theodore’s hand, bringing him closer and closer to the water until they were deep enough for the water to reach up to their elbows. “Let’s go in Daph.” Blaise said, following the previous couple in.

“C’mon Draco.” Miranda quickly pulled Draco to his feet, causing him to let go of Hermione. She stayed seated, watching her six other companions swim around the crystal clear ocean. Hermione suddenly wished that she had thought to bring a novel with her, to keep her entertained while everyone else went in for a swim. She stood up, and walked around the table towards shore where she planted herself on the dry sand.

The wind was strong, causing Hermione’s hair to billow around her face. “You must feel rather middling next to her, huh?” Hermione jumped at the sound of the voice, and turned to find Blaise standing there. “Every woman does.”

Hermione gave a nervous laugh. “How do you expect me not to.” She answered, careful with her words once again. “She sparkles, and I’m some old gem in the bunch.” She said to him.

Blaise sat down next to her, leaning back against the sand, supporting his weight with his elbows. “Well, he chose you over her didn’t he? That must mean something.” Blaise said.

“She was gone.” Hermione argued. She watched as Miranda climbed on Draco’s shoulders, while Pansy climbed on Theodore’s and the two girls tried pushing the other off.

Blaise continued to stare at his friends, who were still playing in the water. He then turned to Hermione, and with a somber look on his face, he said, “There are some people who leave, but they never really come back.”

-


Hermione was walking across the lobby of the resort, hoping to get back to her room before everyone else decided to retreat from the water. The wind had begun to pick up, and the temperature dropped a few degrees, a lot more than she preferred. It was about five o’clock, and the lobby had begun to fill up with more and more guest, much more than there had been this morning.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Hermione exclaimed immediately after colliding with someone on her way to the lift. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She explained.

“It’s perfectly alright.” A familiar voice said. “It wasn’t your fault Miss.”

Hermione looked up, to see the most interesting pair of green eyes. “Oh, you’re Mal- Draco’s friend from the other night, right?” Hermione asked.

Wes smiled. “Yes, Wes Carrow.” He said. “It’s nice to see you again Miss Granger. Or is it Malfoy now?”

She shook her head. “I’m still a Granger.” Hermione told him. “A-are you here on some kind of getaway too?” They both walked to the lift, which was merely ten feet away.

Wes looked hesitant. “You could say so.” He said. “I come here during the weekends.”

“That must be nice.” Hermione said. “To be able to come here every weekend. This place is gorgeous.” She marveled.

He smiled. “I’m glad you like it.” He told her. “My family owns this resort.” He told her. “I come here during the weekends to manage it while my father is away on business.”

Hermione looked at him for a moment, then laughed. “Wow, well that’s wonderful.” She got on the lift and turned to him. “Were you on your way out?” she asked.

Wes nodded. “There’s trouble with a guest and an employee somewhere in the lobby.” He said, chuckling a bit. “I’ve been called over to help deal with the situation.”

Hermione laughed. “I bet you get those everyday.” She said. “Well, I’ve got to get back upstairs. I guess I’ll see you around.” Wes nodded, and the doors of the lift began to close, before he had stuck his arm in the middle, preventing it from going any further.

“Er, would you like to have dinner tonight?” he asked quickly. “I mean, just so I could get to know Draco’s new infamous fiancé better.” Wes finished with a charming smile. “As friends.”

She gave it a bit of thought. “Uh, I’ll have to get back to you on that.” She told him. “I’ll have to talk to Draco when he gets back.”

“Oh, he’s not up at your room?” Wes asked, frowning.

Hermione shook her head. “He stayed back at the beach.” She said as she began to wonder whether or not she should’ve said anything to him. “We came here with some friends.”

“Well if you decide to come, how about we meet in the restaurant downstairs?” Wes asked. “At around nine o’clock?”

“I can’t assure you that I’ll be there.” Hermione said slowly. “I wouldn’t want you to wait on nothing.”

Wes stepped back, away from the lift and smiled at her. “I’m sure you’re worth the wait.” He said, before the doors of the lift closed, showing Hermione her reflection on the shiny gold door.

-


“Why did you leave so quickly?” Draco asked when he returned back to their room later that evening. “You didn’t even go in the water.” He walked into the bathroom, quickly stripping himself of his clothes before he jumped into the shower.

Hermione was sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her, while a book sat on her lap. “Sorry.” She said. “It was beginning to get cold.” Hermione made sure that she spoke loud enough for him to hear through the door as well as the shower.

“What are you getting all dressed up for?” she asked when Draco had came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of clean black trousers.

“We’re going to eat dinner in about an hour or two.” He answered. “You should start getting ready as well. Put on something nice.”

Hermione placed her book on the coffee tale in front of her and walked into the bathroom. She took a shower, and pulled a robe over her bare body. “Pansy sent that over for you to wear.” Draco said, motioning to the dress laid out on the bed. “Those shoes as well.” He was now wearing a striped blue button-up shirt.

There was a knock on the door, and Hermione looked up from the mirror to see who it was. She had quickly changed into the dark blue cocktail dress that Pansy had sent over, and had curled her hair as well. “Draco.” She heard a familiar voice. “Is Hermione here?”

“Carrow.” She heard Draco say. “What are you doing here?” Hermione’s heart quickened at the tone of Draco’s voice. She was able to assume that Draco didn’t like Carrow as much as she thought. She quickly slipped the high-heeled shoes that Pansy had sent over and quickly finished applying lipstick.

“I merely came to see if Hermione would like to join me for dinner tonight.” Carrow said suavely. “But of course, I have completely honorable intentions.” Wes grinned. “I’ll have her back by ten.”

Hermione almost laughed. To her, it sounded like Wes was talking to her father before they went on a date. “Actually, she already has plans for tonight.” Draco told him. “We’ve been invited for dinner by Miranda.” Hermione swiftly hurried to the door, pushing it open further so that not only Draco could be visible to those on the other side.

“You’re welcome to join us.” Hermione offered, obviously not thinking. “I’m sure Miranda wouldn’t mind if an old friend of yours joined us, right?” Draco’s jaw tightened as Hermione stared at him with a smile on her face.

Wes smirked. “That’d be great.”

“Wonderful.” Hermione said. “I’ll just be a moment, then we can all go downstairs.”

-


“Did I mention that you look wonderful tonight?” Wes asked her quietly, leaning over the seat in order to get closer to Hermione. “To be honest, I’m feeling rather jealous of Draco at the moment.” Hermione’s cheeks immediately turned red as he flattered her. Hermione turned Draco who was boring holes into the fine china in front of him. “So Draco, Hermione.” Wes Began. “When is the wedding?” The three of them had arrived to the restaurant in the back of the resort earlier than they had expected, and they were now waiting on everyone else to join them.

Draco immediately spoke before Hermione could. “In a year or so.” He replied. “Maybe during the summer.” He added. “Mother is planning for a big wedding, but I think Hermione here would prefer a smaller wedding.”

Wes smiled. “I honestly never thought that Draco Malfoy would find a wife at the age of twenty.” He said teasingly. “The man who was always scared of commitment finally found someone to commit to.” Draco scowled. “I bet she’s pretty amazing.”

“She is.” Draco answered bitterly. Hermione cleared her throat, hoping to get rid of the tension Draco was intentionally creating, and she kicked his leg under the table. Draco took a sharp intake of breath and changed his tactics. “I’m a lucky man, aren’t I?” he asked, slipping his arm around her shoulder and kissing her cheek softly.

Hermione suddenly stiffened under his touch, and she turned to Wes to find him smiling at the sight. “The luckiest.” Wes answered. “Ah, they’ve finally arrived.” Draco withdrew his arm from her shoulders, but instead, took her hands in his.

“Wes Carrow?” Pansy asked, surprised as she took the seat available closest to him. “You disappeared months after graduation.” She said in an informative tone.

“Funny how he never bothered to tell any of us.” Blaise said, sitting next to Daphne.

Theodore sneered. “Nor did he bother telling us that he’s back either.” He added.

Miranda took the napkin that was on top of her plate, and placed it neatly on her lap. She was wearing a scarlet red cocktail dress that stopped short on mid-thigh. “This is probably the first time I’ve seen him in four years or so.” She said.

Wes chuckled. “Well I heard that you were gone too, Miranda.” He said, looking at her. “We’re on the same boat here.”

Miranda scowled. “I had a good reason for leaving.”

“And what makes you think that I didn’t?” Wes retorted with a small smile on his face. “But it’s very lovely to see you all again too.” He said sarcastically.

“How about we order?” Pansy proposed, calling over a waiter who was lingering at a nearby table. “I’m sure he had a good reason for leaving.” She said bitterly, glancing over at her old friend. “Well, at least he better had had one.”

Dinner went by quickly. They each ate their meal, and had ordered desert at the end. They talked about business, the past school days, and old friends that happen to come up in the conversation. Daphne was the loudest of the group, and then came Blaise. After spending an entire day with them, Hermione was able to conclude that Blaise and Daphne were the one’s who livened every one up.

Draco had done well in paying attention to his fiancé, and apparently, Wes did too. Hermione began to feel like she was in the middle of a rivalry, one that she did not wish to interfere in. When Draco would refill her glass with wine, Wes would offer her more food, a napkin or something else to drink. “See why I don’t like him?” Draco whispered into her ear childishly. Hermione kicked him under the table to quiet him down.

Pansy stood up when she had finished her desert and whispered something to Theodore, who in turn offered his girlfriend his jacket. “I’m absolutely stuffed.” She announced. “Hermione, be a doll and join me for a walk outside.” Pansy wasn’t asking her. In fact, the way her eyes bore into Hermione’s told her that Pansy was coercing her into joining her.

“I should go with her.” Hermione told Draco. “I’ll meet you back upstairs?” she asked him before she stood up.

Draco shook his head. “I’ll probably join you by the beach later on.” He said. Draco then began to shrug off his jacket. “Here,” he began. “It’s getting cold.” Hermione smiled, and took his jacket.

“Hermione.” Pansy called from a few tables away.

“I’ll see you later.” She moved to kiss him on the cheek, but that was obviously not what Draco had in mind. He turned his head swiftly, capturing her lips in his. It was a short kiss, nothing fancy. Hermione thought that it was to get a point across- that she was definitely his, and not anybody else’s’. In the background, she heard Blaise wolf whistling, and Theodore laughing at his friend’s immaturity. Draco pulled back, allowing Hermione to leave.

Hermione quickly fell into step with Pansy, as they both walked outside the resort, and to the beach. “Miranda looked pretty irritated back there.” Pansy said. “At least you’re doing something right.”

They both took their shoes off, and sunk their feet into the dry sand as they began walking down the beach. “You know, I feel sort of terrible about this.” Hermione began. “I sort of feel like I’m getting in-between Miranda and Draco.”

Pansy laughed. “Draco may still have feelings for her, but I doubt that he would be stupid enough to let her break his heart again.” She said. “I’m even starting to think that prince charming over there is actually developing some sort of feelings for you, Hermione.” Pansy said teasingly. “I saw how angry he looked when Wes attempted to pamper you.”

“I thought that it was because they had some sort of rivalry thing going on.” Hermione said. “I doubt that Draco would care if I had relations with another man, just as long as it doesn’t afflict him and his plans.”

“You’ve got part of it down.” Pansy told her. “Do you know why Draco seems to dislike Wes so much?” Hermione shook her head. “We were all close friends before, back in Hogwarts. It was Draco, Wes and Blaise who caused havoc in the school, and you could say that the three of them were best friends. They sort of had this falling out, mostly because of Miranda. Wes and Miranda dated from fourth year, till sometime at the summer before the seventh.

“When Draco and Miranda began dating, we could all see that Wes was out to steal Miranda back from him again. A few times, he succeeded. Theodore and I caught them snogging in a broom closet a few days before Graduation, but we never told Draco about it. We tried to get him to see what was going on of course, but Draco is sometimes as dense as a piece of wood.” She said. “Wes had disappeared, somewhere around the time Miranda had left, and some people rumored that Wes went after Miranda in France.” She laughed a little. “Funny how they both show up at the same time.”

Hermione was confused. “So you’re saying that you still think Miranda and Wes have some sort of physical, if not official relationship?” she asked.

Pansy shrugged. They both settled down in the middle of the beach, washing the waves crash against the shore. “I don’t know why Miranda does a lot of things.” She said. “Miranda and I practically grew up together. She was the party girl, and I was the one who made sure the wasted princess got home safely. I guess I sort of feel responsible of her, which is why I can’t find it in myself to rat her out.” Pansy said. “Even if I know that she’s breaking Draco, I just can’t.”

“So you just let it happen?” Hermione asked. “You standby and watch Miranda hurt Malfoy?”

Pansy snorted. “Of course not.” She said. “One of the reasons why Theo and I started dating was because I had him and Blaise help me sort this whole thing out. Miranda caused problems in everyone’s life, and she didn’t even know it. Blaise and Theo were the one’s who tried to open Draco’s eyes, and I was the one who tried to talk some sense into Miranda.”

“But she did love him, didn’t she?” Hermione asked. She could see the distant figure of the five other’s who were about to join them. “She wanted to get married to him, and I’m sure that she still does right now.”

Pansy shrugged. The wind picked up, and Hermione drew Draco’s jacket closer to her body, smelling his faint scent. “Wes was affiliated with the dark arts not long ago, and Miranda is the daughter of the Minister for Magic. Does that seem wrong to you?”

“Are you saying that she’s just using Draco as a cover? That being with Draco might cover up her tracks?” Hermione asked. There were a lot of things about Miranda and Wes that she did not understand. She suddenly felt sympathetic for Draco, who seemed to know nothing about this. Was Miranda really the one who used Draco, as a way to cover up what she shouldn’t have done? “Why Draco?” she asked Pansy. “Why not another rich bloke who could probably do the job right?”

“That’s a good question Granger.” Pansy said, as the group got closer. “I think you should try and figure that out before she does something we’ll all have to suffer for.” Pansy then stood up, and jumped into Theo’s arms, laughing loudly.

Draco walked over to Hermione, kneeling in front of her and carefully planting his lips onto hers. Hermione, despite the fact that her heart had just jumped out of her chest, kissed him back. “They’re watching us.” Draco whispered when they had parted slightly. He then sat down next to her, their hands loosely intertwined. They were silent at first, as she watched Wes and Miranda walk close to the shore where the water reached. Wes had rolled his trousers up and they were both holding onto their shoes so that they were able to soak their feet in cold water. “Are you close with Pansy?” Hermione asked Draco suddenly.

He looked at her with a confused face. “Yes.” He answered.

“How long have you two been friends?” Hermione asked. She had began wondering if all Pansy said was true.

“Since the middle of first year.” Draco replied. “What’s with he sudden questions?” he asked. “Did she say something to you?”

Hermione shook her head. “It’s nothing.” She assured him. “Just curiosity.”

The couple was silent for a while. Hermione watched Miranda and Wes walk along the shore, talking by the moonlight. Pansy and Theo were sitting not far from Draco and Hermione. Pansy had her head in Theo’s lap, and she was currently pointing up at the stars. Daphne and Blaise were nowhere to be found, and Hermione could assume that they had walked back to their room.

“Granger.” Draco began, breaking the silence between them.

“Yeah?” Hermione asked, snapping her head back to him. She had been staring at Wes and Miranda, trying to depict what they were talking about. She had no such luck. “What is it?” Hermione asked him when he didn’t respond.

Draco took a deep breath, and fell back against the sand. “Stay away from Carrow.” He said. Hermione frowned at him. Was he seriously being this childish? She mused.

She laid back down on the sand, facing him. “Is there something wrong with him?” Hermione asked him. “He seems nice.”

She saw him scowl. “Just do as I say.” He told her softly. “He won’t bring you anything but pain.”

“Thank you for your concern Malfoy, but I think I can handle myself.” Hermione said. “If you give me a legit reason then maybe I might actually listen to you.” She knew what his reason was- he was scared of losing to Wes again. Maybe Draco wasn’t as daft as pansy had let on. Maybe he knew what was going on between his girlfriend and his best friend, and maybe he was just too worried or conscious about what would happen next. Maybe Draco was really just scared of losing Miranda, that he would have rather dealt with the fact that his best friend was shagging his girlfriend.

Draco sighed. “He’s going to try and steal you away.” He told her. “Just like before.”


A/N: long time no update eh? well i hope this will satisfy you guys (: not much Draco/Hermione, but hey. he kissed her twice. everything is getting more complicated since pansy had just revealed more to Hermione about their past. i sort of wanted pansy to seem like the one who tries to fixes everything within the group. like she's the gooey sticky stuff that holds everything together. :)

well anyway. i'd like to give credits for these quotes that i've been using in my chapter summary. it's all from www.hot-lyts.com . they have a whole variety of quotes there, and they're really nice :).

updates are coming slow. i've hardly any time to write, and i just fit the banner making into my schedule since it doesn't take very long. so please be patient. thanks :)

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-stacy.

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