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A/N: More D/Hr in this chap...Well this is a much shorter authors note.

I own nothing except the plot.


Puckered Lips


How did I, get here?

There was a man on one side of her who had messy black hair, spectacles and green eyes, Hermione couldn’t help but think that this boy looked a lot like Harry, though he had no lightning bolt scar on his forehead but a scar above his right eye which looked oddly like a broomstick.

On her other side was a boy with slightly long red hair and blonde streaks, he looked slightly mean and tactless.

He looked like Ron Weasley.

‘Excuse me,’ she said tentatively, ‘Who-’ but she didn’t need to finish her question. These were people in her daydream and although she couldn’t remember anything about them, the magic seemed to fill in the blanks and she knew who they were.

The Ron look alike turned to her for a moment and when she did not continue, he addressed the other boy.

‘Now Harry,’ again her unexplained knowledge came to her. This wasn’t really Harry Potter but a close replica. A very close replica. ‘What are we going to do about the invasion?’

Hermione realised with a slight sinking feeling, as the red haired man waited for an answer, that this was probably an old muggle castle with no magic at all.

‘There's not much we can do but wait with wands at the ready.’

She smiled. Then again Fred and George would know nothing about old muggles.

‘We should do something to protect Hermione.’

The great oak door opened and a girl walked in carrying a tray of grapes and cheese.

‘Heres your lunch,’ she said laying it down.

Ronald stood up.

‘Thank you Lavender.’ He gave her a long, wet kiss and then she departed.

Hermione scowled, even in her Daydreams Ron was a tactless-

CRACK!

Someone had just Apparated inside the room.

CRACK!

There was a second person and-

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Harry and Ron leapt to their feet drawing wands from inside their olden style puffy shirts.

Hermione went to reach inside her robes and looked down to find no robes but an old blue corset type dress.

‘Oh, no.’ She whispered and stood up searching frantically for her wand but she could not find it.

‘Are they Lord Mort’s men or the Council of Magic’s men?’ Ron shouted loudly to Harry.

‘I’m not sure. But they aren’t going to be friendly!’ He called back and curses and hexes began to be thrown around the room.

Red sparks flew past her shoulder and she felt a tingling where it had just missed.

‘Hermione get down!’ yelled Harry as a he reflected a curse.

Hermione looked about and saw the door.

Whoosh.

There was a chorus of ringing voices saying various spells and incantations.

Another curse rushed past her but this time missed her head by a foot.

‘Hermione get down!’ Harry yelled again, as he sent his opponent tap-dancing across the room.

Hermione turned around and ducked with her arms over her head, just in time as blue flames flew towards her, this time they would have been right on course.

Hermione stood again and began to sprint across the hall, lifting her skirts as she ran.

She ducked again having to crouch on the floor to escape an odd silver curse.

‘HERMIONE GET DOWN!’

Hermione stood again and sprinted as fast as she could hands over her head, almost tripping on her dress.

She reached the door and kidded to wobbly halt.

Before she could even reach out to open it, someone gripped her shoulder and they Disapparated with another loud crack.

Hermione blinked. The sensation wasn’t anything like what Harry had described his experience with side along Apparition to be like.

Then again it was probably just that this wasn’t real but a daydream.

There was another loud crack and she and the person gripping her arm reappeared.

They were standing in a library, a very old library, a very big, very old library that was bigger than the Hogwarts library and was filled with many old books.

The hands let go and she span around.

‘Malfoy!’

There indeed was standing a platinum blonde with a pointy face, though he seemed slightly taller and more handsome than the real Draco Malfoy.

‘Yes, Granger,’ he said in a tired voice ‘And no Granger, I will not let you go.’

‘Where am I?’ she asked.

‘Lord Mort’s library and don’t even try Apparating away. It won’t work.’

‘Why-’

‘Before you even ask Granger, you are here because you are part of the Plan.’

“The Plan” right, well, if you don’t mind, I’ll be going now.’

She pushed past Malfoy and headed towards the door.

‘Do you really think that's going to work, Granger?’ he hollered from behind.

‘Worth a try,’ she called over her shoulder.

The door was a big wooden one. First she tried opening it. Just as she suspected it was locked.

Hermione recalled with a jolt that she had no wand.

‘Give me your wand, Malfoy.’

‘Yeah right, Granger.’

‘Well, you said yourself I won’t be able to open the door anyway.’

‘Yes, Granger, but you would be able to curse me. Me wandless you armed. I don’t like the odds.’

Her arm tingled annoyingly.

Malfoy paused for a moment.

‘Come here Granger.’

Her arm tingled again.

‘No.’

‘Granger,’ he said angrily. ‘Let me see your arm.’

‘Why Malfoy?’

He rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at her. For a split second she thought he was going to use the Imperius curse on her but instead he said;

‘Accio dress.’

Hermione, being attached to the dress was pulled backwards as if on a magnet, towards Malfoy.

Before she could wrench her arm away, Malfoy reached for it and tore the shoulder off of her pretty blue dress.

‘Malfoy!’ she cried indignantly, her eyes widening. ‘How dare you! You have no right to-’

‘Really Granger, take a look at your shoulder.’

She peered over her shoulder and saw with a gasp what Malfoy’s excuse for his inexcusable behaviour was.

She had a large gash in her shoulder, which was apparently what the spell that had missed her was. It obviously hadn’t missed her.

‘Now will you let me look?’ Malfoy asked impatiently.

Hermione nodded faintly.

Malfoy ripped her sleeve open more to get a better look.

Malfoy conjured a strip of cloth out of thin air.

‘Why don’t you just use your wand?’ she asked.

He glared at her. ‘It’s not that easy Granger. This isn’t just any old cursed cut, its dark magic.’

Hermione decided not to argue and watched as he conjured another wet cloth with his wand and placed it gently on her arm.

‘Your handling this pretty well, Granger.’

Hermione thought so too, it was rather odd, she had a deep bleeding gash in her arm but it only tingled.

She guessed it was part of the magic of the Daydream; you weren’t after all, supposed to feel pain in a daydream.

She winced however as Malfoy moved the cloth even though she couldn’t feel anything.

‘Why are you still here with me Malfoy?’ She asked as he began to wrap the bandage around her arm gently.

‘I was asked to watch over you, Granger. Trust me, I’m not happy with this arrangement. I’ve got much better things to do, than baby-sit a Mudblood. There. I’m done.’

He let go of her arm and she felt a pang of loss, she hated to admit it but it had felt nice having him touch her so gently.

‘That should make it feel better. I’m just glad I didn’t have to touch any of your dirty blood.’

Have I gone mad? Miss his slimy touch! I think not!

Hermione was sure Malfoy seemed to have the same feeling of loss and although she felt cruel doing it she decided to take this opportunity to escape.

She had to escape after all.

Without warning, she lunged at his wand and snatched it from his breast pocket.

For a moment he looked back and forth between her and his wand.

She took this moment and sprinted towards the door.

Malfoy roared and charged after her.

‘Alohomora!’ she screamed, pointing Malfoy’s wand at the door.

Wether it had worked or not she did not know, for next second Malfoy came tumbling down on her.

He reached for his wand and she pulled back.

He began tackling her for the wand, normally Hermione would be able to push him off her but it was as though she had taken some sort of Strength Draining potion.

After a minute of struggling, kicking and pushing he managed with difficulty, to pull the wand out of her hand and collapsed on top of her gasping for breath.

‘You Granger,’ he panted. ‘You are stronger than you look.’

‘Trust me Malfoy,’ she said in a muffled voice beneath him. ‘If I was my normal self, I would be out that door by now.’

‘I have that much effect on you do I Granger?’

She rolled her eyes.

‘Yeah right, get off me Malfoy.’

‘Say please.’

‘Get off me Malfoy.’

‘No I don’t think I will. You’ve worn me out so much Granger, I think I’ll stay here a bit longer.’

‘Get off me Malfoy or I’ll think your enjoying this.’

‘What if I am? I’m really quite comfortable here.’

She growled. ‘Get off me, before I grab your wand and turn you into a ferret.’

Malfoy sighed, got to his feet and sent her a glare.

‘Don’t try and steal my wand again. I’ve been ordered to keep you here and I’m not going to mess up.’

‘That's not going to stop me from escaping.’ Hermione said getting to her feet also.

‘What do I have to do, Granger? Petrificus Totalas? Stupefy? Incarneious? Imperius?’

‘Oh, you could,’ she said cunningly. ‘But I don’t think that would look very good if anyone came to fetch you… you can’t even keep a Muggle-born like myself contained even for an hour without immobilising her. I mean, you could. Nothing’s stopping you. Then you could just sit her with all these books for company. Nothing else, I’m sure you’ll find that fun.’

He glared at her and reluctantly agreed she was right.

‘Your clever you know that Granger?’

‘Yes, I'm aware of that Malfoy.’

‘And you have an annoying knack of being right, all the time. You know that too?’

‘Yes, I'm aware of that as well.’

‘Did you know that you never shut up?’

‘So I’m told.’

‘You’re a filthy Mudblood.’

‘Yes.’

‘You have bushy hair, too.’

‘Yes, Malfoy. So you keep telling me.’

‘And you always pucker your lips before asking a question, too.’

‘Yes – What?’

Malfoy blinked and then cursed under his breath.

‘I do not!’ she said indignantly.

Hermione found herself puckering her lips before she asked; ‘Why did you say that anyway?’

Her mouth fell open and she stared at him.

‘Oh, Merlin. I do pucker my lips before asking a question.’

‘Yes, Mudblood, you do.’

She put her head in her hands.

‘I – how did you – you noticed this?’

He glowered at her and looked rather like an angry deer caught in the spotlight.

‘It’s rather hard not to, seeing as you spend most of your time asking questions.’

‘I think your lying.’

‘I think your stupid.’

‘Oh, very mature, Malfoy.’

‘Do you want to know the truth Granger?’

‘Yes, I do.’

‘Fine. If you must know-’

There was a knock on the door and Malfoy seized Hermione’s arm just before the door flew open.

There standing was a tall dark boy with slanting eyes and forehead.

‘We’re ready for the Mudblood now Malfoy.’

He outstretched his arms waiting.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes, hand her to me.’

Malfoy hesitated. ‘Can’t – can’t it wait until later like we planned?’

‘No, he wants her now. Give her to me.’

Malfoy still didn’t move and Zabini glared at him, Malfoy glared back and for a moment Hermione simply looked between them.

Before anything more could be said, Gregory Goyle burst in.

‘Malfoy you – Zabini what are you doing here?’ He asked suddenly noticing the dark boy standing next to him arms still outstretched.

He lowered his arms quickly. ‘I was er … fetching the Mudblood.’

‘But you were just there you heard what Our Lord just said.’ He turned to Malfoy. ‘Speaking of which Malfoy, Potter and Weasley are attempting a rescue mission. You are supposed to keep Granger here until I – not Zabini here – come to fetch you.’

He shot Zabini a look and then walked out with him, closing the door as he went.

‘I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him.’ Malfoy said angrily, as soon as there footsteps died away. ‘He likes you as well, you see.’

‘He what?’ Hermione asked disbelieving.

‘He likes you as well.’

‘Zabini likes - As well as who?’

Malfoy flushed and let go of her arm.

‘No one.’

‘Your lying again, Malfoy.’

‘Be quiet, Granger.’

‘No I will not. I know your lying. As well as who?’ Hermione was paying attention now. What was he trying to hide?

‘I’m warning you Granger. Stop asking me that question.’

‘As well as who, Malfoy?’

‘Granger!’

‘As well as who?’

‘GRANGER!’

‘As well, as who?’

Malfoy put a hand over her mouth.

‘Shut up Granger.’

Hermione bit the hand.

Malfoy drew it back in surprise.

She grinned mischievously and stepped back.

‘Why thank you Malfoy.’

‘For what?’ he asked in surprise, looking at her questioningly.

‘Well, for not handing me over to Zabini who is quite scary and I’ve no idea why he wanted me to go with him, even against his Masters orders.’

She had her hands behind her back in a business like manor.

‘And also, for this.’ She pulled his wand cleverly out from behind her back.

‘Give it back, Granger.’ Malfoy sighed.

She laughed, still stepping backwards.

‘No, I think I’ll-’

Hermione shrieked, she had stumbled on a pile of books on the floor and was flying backwards.

Malfoy lunged forward and grabbed her around the waist just before she hit the ground.

Hermione stared at him in surprise.

‘You caught me?’

‘Yes, Granger, I caught you.’

Malfoy pulled her back to her feet, arm still around her waist.

Hermione puckered her lips for a moment.

‘Why?’ she asked curiously.

Malfoy gazed at her for a moment, thinking up an answer and then sighed seeming to decide on something.

He looked her in the eyes and half smiled.

‘Well, you see Granger, even though I know you’re an annoying Know-It-All Mudblood, who never breaks the rules, hangs around with Saint Potter and one of the biggest blood traitors - I – I can’t help but like you…’

Hermione stared incredulously at him.

No way.

Did Draco Malfoy just admit he liked her?!

No way.

Impossible.


But he just had, he had just bluntly admitted to liking her.

Did she like him back?

‘Granger?’

‘Yes?’

‘Can I kiss you?’

‘Yes...’

And that was how it happened.

Hermione had no idea what made her say yes but there she found herself in the most romantic kiss.

She could hardly believe she was standing in the most beautiful library she had ever seen, kissing a boy who seemed to get more handsome with every passing moment.

They broke apart and she stared at him, her arms around his neck and asked him.

‘Did we just kiss Draco Malfoy?’

‘Yes, Hermione Granger, we did.’

‘I can’t believe it.’

‘I was nice though wasn’t it?’

She nodded faintly.

There was a comfortable silence, that neither wanted to break.

All of a sudden Hermione felt like time was trying to speed itself up for something.

Things started to happen in a calm blur.

There was scraping outside the door and Malfoy glanced at it worriedly.

‘There coming for you. I’m not letting them get you.’

‘What?’

‘We’ve got to escape.’

‘How?’

‘Accio brooms.’ There was a silence and two brooms flew through the window.

‘Have you gone mad? Are you seriously trying to help me escape.’

‘Yes.’

‘Are you sure about this?’

Malfoy glared at her.

‘Get on the broom Hermione. We’ve got to escape.’

It was too late and the door burst open.

There were standing Harry and Ron, wands in front of them, staring at Hermione in their enemy’s arms.

Ron turned a nasty shade of red and his face contorted with jealousy.

‘What's going on?!’ he demanded angrily.

Hermione opened her mouth to reply but an odd sensation came over her, it was like she was falling through fog, wondering what on earth was going on she shouted into the grey but no sound came out.


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