The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

sell you off.

-DRACO'S POV-

Well this was awkward.

I tracked Granger down, finding her perched on the stairs near the Great Hall, taking her shoes off.... crying?

Hermione Granger was sat in a periwinkle dress, hair tamed for once, after being taken to the ball by the world's best seeker. And she was crying.

"Granger, I need your help," I started slowly, approaching her slouched figure.

"Malfoy, in case you couldn't collect, I'm not in any mood for any-"

"I'm serious," I interrupted, "I need your help. Audrey was given something and I don't know what it was. Right now, she's a bit... shall we say compromised."

"What do you mean, compromised? Who gave what to her? What would you expect me to do? Why was she with the boy from the paper instead of you at the ball?" she shot questions at me, and I had to let my temper simmer so I could actually get her help before blurting something I shouldn't have.

"I can't tell you information that isn't mine to tell. I just figured that you might have read up on rarer potion properties so I could get an insight as to how to help her, Granger."

"Information that isn't yours?" she scoffed at me, then carried on, "I know she's an enigma but there's really no need to be so melodramatic!"

"Oh, but there bloody is. Listen, if you help us, I'll try and get her to explain," I wavered.

"But what's in it for me? How would that convince me?" she quizzed. Trust me to catch her in a foul mood.

"You live and breathe on information. Believe me when I say that everything starts to click into place, the more you find out. I've seen you glancing at her photo frames in her room. I've watched you inspect items on her shelves. You're too curious to turn away. Plus, she said she's hurting. You Gryffindor's can't stand not being the hero," I raised my brows and she looked intrigues and defeated at the same time.

"Where is she?"

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We found our way back in silence, and when she heard the unholy sounds coming from her when I opened the room, she paled and I had to suppress a chuckle.

"Stay out here a minute. I should warn you that if I can't coax her into putting clothes on, then you might get flashed," I muttered before stepping inside. My erection softened when I thought to seek Granger, and knowing that she was hurting, I didn't get hard again at the sight of her trying her very very best to get herself off, crying in the process. Her breasts had somehow enlarged in my absence, and there were small stretch marks where they started from her chest. Her nipples were darker and her skin was glowing red.

"Darling, I brought someone that might be able to help you," I started. "You're going to have to put some clothes on-" she pulled her hand away from herself, then scrunched her sheets with it as if she were being dunked in boiling water when I rubbed her arm.

"Draco it's so hot, I'll combust," she cried. She wasn't even wet down there anymore, and her hand was seizing. "Draco help me! He gave me something!"

"I know, darling, I know. You should put some clothes on so Granger can try and help you-"

"HERMIONE! GET HER!" she screamed at me, and I rushed to the door.

"Granger she won't put them on," I said, then noticed it wasn't just her behind the door.

"Malfoy, she might need an ice bath..." Granger muttered, glancing at an angry-looking Rose Greengrass next to her.

"I knew there was a reason why she never told me why she wasn't going to the ball with you. Of course he's given her something," Rose ranted, before carrying on, "He'd have known just what to give her to get her like that. She's breaking silencing wards, for fuck's sake!"