If You Were Mine

Rita Skeeter

Hermione seethed for the rest of the day, she couldn't believe she let him talk to her like that. She prepped all night for the interview with Rita, getting hardly any sleep.

How was she going to stop Draco messing everything up? How could she get him not to say something obnoxious or cruel about Harry? She feared this was all going to end in disaster.

She arrived at Malfoy Manor just after eleven the next day. The gate swung open as she approached, as if it expected her. She took a few steadying breaths then made her way to the main entrance. The same entrance she had been forcefully dragged too, on more than one occasion. It was the last place she wanted to be, Hermione loathed the cold, cavernous wanna be castle, and most of its inhabitants.

The door creaked open and a small house elf looked up at her.

'Master is expecting you, follow me,' he said.

She followed the little elf up a grand stair case, through winding corridors. She had never seen the first floor before, It was as lavish and grand as the ground floor; the Malfoy's were sickeningly rich. She walked down a hallway, the walls were covered in giant portraits, who she could only assume were Malfoy's from times past. They had one thing in common, they all had ice blonde hair. They sneered and hissed at her, as if they knew she didn't belong.

The Elf stopped outside a large ornate black door. 'Master is waiting!' he nodded. She tapped lightly and she heard Draco call out and invite her in.

Draco's room was large, almost three times the size of her bedroom. There was a four poster bed, huge gothic style wardrobe, an impressive fireplace, a writing desk and chair and the walls were lined with books. She couldn't imagine him growing up here. In her head, Draco's room would be green and silver, but in reality it was more like something from the Adams Family. She marvelled at his impressive book collection momentarily before she caught sight of his half naked body. Draco was stood shirtless and barefoot standing in front of a long full length mirror, watching her in the reflection.

'I thought you might appreciate my books,' he said, while he slipped his shirt on. Hermione couldn't help but stare at his broad shoulders and sculpted chest before he buttoned his shirt. She caught sight of his scars, she gulped and tried to focus back on the books.

'Impressive,' she said.

His cuffs were undone and half his shirt still open. He walked towards her. 'Are you hungry?' he asked. She was, but she didn't want to eat right now, they had more important things to discuss.

'No,' she lied.

'You don't eat much do you? You're very skinny. We should change that,'

Hermione's mouth fell open, two seconds and he had pissed her off already. She breathed through her nose, fighting the urge to tell him to go fuck himself.

'You're one to talk!' she snapped. Unable to stop herself. He was almost six foot and super lean, she doubted his body fat was very high.

'Pepper!' he yelled and the small elf appeared momentarily. 'Fetch us some breakfast,' he demanded and she vanished.

'Would saying please and thank you kill you?' she tutted.

'You're in a mood today aren't you,' he said, sounding thrilled. She could swear he enjoyed winding her up.

'We don't have time for breakfast! We need to go over what we are going to say to Rita!'

'You can tell me what your plan is... while we eat,' he said sitting on his bed. He tapped the duvet, calling her over.

'Don't get any ideas!' she warned.

'You're no fun today!'

'You need to start taking this seriously, or you're gonna end up in Azkaban!'