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“So this is what his room looks like.” Hermione thought. It was the first time she had seen Draco’s room and since their rooms at Hogwarts where mirrored off the ones they had at home, Hermione was getting a little taste of Malfoy Manor. The walls were deep green, along with the heavy velvet curtains. Shiny hard wood floor was beneath her, and the silver serpent was gleaming menacingly from every piece of furniture. What else should she expect from a pure blood Slytherin family?

“Well this is…homey.” She said sarcastically.

“I know, very cozy huh?” Draco replied, matching her tone.

“So this is how the other half lives. I must admit, I never on my life thought I would find myself in your bedroom getting ready to go to bed with you.” She said, but then quickly added, “And by going to bed I mean going to sleep.” Draco stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked down at his feet.

“Yeah, well… you’re here now so…” He searched for the right words to say to get rid of the awkward silence that had settled in the room.

“Umm, I just remembered that I don’t have my pajamas. I’ll be right back.” She turned to leave.

“No, wait. Here, you can borrow something of mine.” He walked over to the dresser quickly and pulled out a pair of boxers and a shirt and held them out to her.

“Really Draco, its okay, I’m just right down the hall I can go get my own…”

“But these are right here and then you wouldn’t have to leave at all.” She looked at him funny for a moment but accepted the clothes he had given her. Draco was afraid that if he let her leave then she might not want to come back again. “It’s all the Slytherin stuff, its scaring her.” He thought.

“Well, I’m going to go change in the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” He nodded and got changed himself, just into an old pair of sweats and a tee shirt, but somehow he managed to look sexy no matter what he wore. It seemed that the same could be said for Hermione, because as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, Draco knew that’s how he wanted to remember her forever. Dressed in his shirt and his boxers, hair cascading down her shoulders in a sloppy but attractive manner as she walked toward him, preparing to go to sleep in his room, and in his bed, with him.

“Do even have the slightest idea how good you look in my clothes?” he whispered in her ear as they climbed into bed.

“Well if they look half as good as they feel, then yes.” She said snuggling into his arms, pulling the duvet cover over them. “Goodnight.” She yawned.

“Goodnight.” He said kissing her on the cheek.


The next morning, Draco’s alarm woke him up early. He rolled over and went to put his arm around Hermione, but all he got was a pillow where her body had been the night before. Confused, he sat up and looked around the room and saw the clothes he had lent her folded neatly at the end of the bed. He showered quickly and dressed in his Slytherin uniform then set off to find Hermione. He found her lying on her stomach on her bedroom floor, frantically pulling things out from under her bed.

“Good morning Love, I was going to head down to go get some breakfast, do you want to come with… okay now what in Merlin’s name are you doing Hermione?” He said.

“I can’t find my other ballroom shoe, and we are starting fox-trot today. If I show up with the wrong shoes again Rebecca will kill me.” Came her muffled voice from under the bed. Draco looked around the room and saw the missing shoe lurking under a pile of books and papers.

“Erm, I believe I may have found it.” He said pointing to the pile.

“Really? Where?” Her head popped up and looked in the direction he was pointing. “Yes! There you are you little bugger!” she grabbed it and stuffed it into her bag. “Whew, okay I can give you a proper good morning now,” She leaned forward and gave him a soft, sensual kiss on the lips. “Good morning. Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up but if you only knew how long it takes to control the wild beast atop my head.” She said referring to her long, thick hair. “Now let’s go, I’m famished.” Draco took her hand and they had almost reached the portrait hole when Hermione stopped.

“Um, what should we do about this.” She asked, holding up her hand that was securely attached to Draco’s. He brought her hand closer to him and kissed it.

“What do you want to do? It’s okay with me if you want to tell everyone. But whatever you feel more comfortable with.” He said.

“They’re all going to hate us. I’m sure we can expect a reaction like Ron and Harry’s from each Gryffindor, and I don’t even want to think about the Slytherin’s.”

“So we keep it a secret until later or until the golden duo rats us out?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Okay, then before we leave I need to do this…” He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him roughly, kissing her hard and full on the mouth. It was one of those earth shattering kisses that leaves you rooted on the spot long after it has ended. He ran one hand up her neck and through her hair. They both pulled away breathless.

“What was that for?” Hermione asked.

“If I’m not going to be able to touch you or kiss you all day then I need something to hold me over till after classes. Or dance class at the least. That kiss should last me about five minutes until I’ll need to do it again. Three minutes if there is major separation.” He said smiling, but it was a sad smile. They had both come to love the weekends when they could stay in their common room with each other all day.

“Come on, we’ll miss breakfast.” She said. They walked together towards the Great Hall. When they reached it, they decided that Hermione would go in first and Draco would follow her a few minutes later so no one would suspect anything. She walked in and took the first empty seat she could find that was facing the Slytherin table. She was piling eggs and toast onto her plate when Draco walked in. As he passed her he winked, then took his own seat at the end of the table. They had gotten there just in time. Hermione took her first bite of toast and the Great Hall filled with owls. “Right on time.” She thought. She watched as a hawk swooped down over the Slytherin table and dropped a rather fat looking letter on Draco’s lap. She kept her eyes on him as he opened it. He scanned over the information quickly and a large unhappy scowl fell on his face. He stood up and briskly walked out of the Great Hall, letting the doors slam behind him. Concerned, Hermione brushed the crumbs off her fingertips and grabbed her bag. She let herself fall into a group of Hufflepuffs that were leaving as well so no one would see her follow him out. She looked frantically for him, knowing that something must be wrong.

“Ah, Miss Granger just the witch I wanted to see.” Said someone from behind her. She turned to face Professor Dumbledore.

“Good morning Professor. What can I do for you?” she asked politely, but she looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was in the West corridor.

“Miss Granger?”

“What? Oh I’m sorry Professor. I’m just…you know, eager to get to class on this beautiful morning.” She put on a fake smile and stared at him right between the eyes. She learned this trick when she was eight. If you’re talking to someone and you want them to think your really paying attention, then you stare at the spot between their eyes.

“Well, I would hate to keep you from your studies, so may I escort you to class? There is something of slight urgency that I would like to discus with you.”

Hermione frowned. “Oh bugger, I’m never going to find him now.” She thought. But she straitened up and said, “Oh of course Professor Dumbledore.” She picked up her book bag that she had dropped, and started to walk with him towards Seventh Year Charms for the Highly Advanced Witch or Wizard.

“Now Miss Granger, I am saddened to tell you that your classmate and Head Boy, Mr.Malfoy, will be leaving us for a short time. There are some sensitive personal matters that need addressing and unfortunately he is the only one who can do so. I know this puts you in a great state of work. I will be assigning someone to assist you with your Head duties during Mr.Malfoy’s leave, and I’m sure that something can be arranged with Professor DePalma as well.”

Hermione stopped in her tracks. Draco was going away? What was wrong? Was he going to be okay? “Uh, Professor, could I speak to Draco before he leaves? Just to clear a few things up?”

“Well, I’m afraid that is impossible. He left just a few moments ago by floo powder. If you have any questions you may ask me or any of your Professors. Ah, yes. Here we are, have a good class Miss Granger and remember, my door is always open.” And he left her standing dumbfounded by the classroom door.

~*~*~Malfoy Manor~*~*~*~*

Draco sat on a plush couch in his parents’ study, a small mean looking man with knotted gray hair and evil looking eyes sat in an armchair across from him, and to his left was the current Minister of Magic, Atticus McPark. The small man stood and retrieved a piece of paper from the coffee table and held it out to Draco. Draco did not take it, he sat there glaring daggers at it and trying to make it spontaneously catch fire without performing magic.

“Mr.Malfoy, you need to read it.” Said the Minister.

“No I don’t. I could just throw it away. In fact, yes, that’s what I’m going to do.” He stood from the couch and tried to grab the paper from the man, but he pulled it back.

“Alright, if you won’t read it, I will.” He cleared his throat and began. “The last Will and Testament of Lucius D. Malfoy. I wish to leave half of my financial and real estate endowment to my son Draco Malfoy, and the other half to my wife Narcissa Malfoy. Certain articles I have collected in my lifetime will also be left to my son Draco. Well, I’m afraid that since your mothers half cannot be received by her, it will also go to you, Draco.”

Draco sighed. “Minister, the “certain articles” that are in his will are all things of Volermort’s. I want the ministry to have them. Destroy them, examine then, I don’t care just take them and make sure they are never used again. The house elves, well, send them to Hogwarts if they want, leave the choice up to them.” Hermione would be proud of him for letting the house elves go to Hogwarts. It was becoming a popular place for freed house elves. “And this house…” He needed to think about it. This was where he grew up, and where he spent every summer, but it held bad memories. It was death eater territory, and crawling with dark magic. He didn’t want to raise a family in this place. “Tear it down. The whole thing. I want it demolished.” He said. “I’ll keep the summer house though. No one is to touch that.” The summer house was on the beach, and was his mother’s favorite. His father had given it to her to decorate as she pleased, and it was a much happier, lighter atmosphere than Malfoy Manor. After all, he was still going to need a place to live after Hogwarts.

~*~*~ Back at Hogwarts~*~*~*~

Hermione waited until Dumbledore’s back had disappeared around the corner before she tore off running towards the common room. She yelled the password and raced up the stairs. She rushed into his room first, searching for a note, for anything that gave a clue that he was okay. “Breathe Hermione, just breathe. He’s probably just fine. No need to worry.” She picked up the clothes that she had left on his bed earlier and hugged them. They still smelt like Draco. Not finding anything, she walked across the hall to her bedroom and saw a white envelope on her bed. She pounced on it and tore it open reading it frantically.
Dear Hermione,
I’m sorry I didn’t get to say a proper good bye to you, but I had to leave in a hurry as I’m sure Dumbledore explained. I have business that I need to take care of but I hope to be back soon. I don’t know when, it could be a few days or up to a week. I’ll miss you, but please don’t worry about me. I’m fine.
Love,
Draco


“At least he’s okay.” She thought. She folded the letter up and put it under her mattress for safe keeping. “I just wish I could know where he is.” Hermione looked down at her watch. “I’ve already missed the first half of charms, I might as well just wait till my second class.” She sat in the common room thinking up of excuses she could give Flitwick for missing class. She has only missed that class once or twice her entire time at Hogwarts, so convincing him would be cake.

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