Imperiused (Dramione)

December 1998 (Part 4)

Hermione was packing some more books to her already filled trunk at the last minute before she needs to go to the Great Hall. The students who will be going home for the Christmas holidays will be assembled there and they will be given their assigned carriages for their short trip to Hogsmeade.

She was supposed to have finished packing since Thursday, but certain events (with the Head Boy) delayed her immensely.

The said Head Boy was still lying on her bed, not even caring to pack up his own things.

"We should go down in a few minutes, Malfoy," Hermione told him for the umpteenth time that morning.

"I really don't need to pack anything," he drawled, staring at the brunette and trying to memorize her features.

"Surely you need to study during the holidays, at least bring home your books," she nagged at him as she finished packing.

"I won't be able to study anyway, so why bother packing them?" He told her with a smirk.

Hermione rolled her brown eyes at him, she still find it amusing that he was lying comfortably there on her bed (still naked) since last night. "At least get your arse up and get clothed," she tried again, persuading him to get up.

"We should just stay here for the holidays," he said, suddenly serious. He really doesn't want to go home since there will be nobody at the Malfoy Manor except for the House-elves. But she won't be staying here, so he'll just go home. At least he could visit some places once outside the school.

"I already told you that my friends are expecting me," she replied, thinking about going back to the Burrow.

"Then tell them that you have changed your mind," he insisted, sitting up. He accioed his clothes and started putting them on, scourgifying them with his wand after he was done.

"That's gross, you know," Hermione told him, scrunching up her nose.

"That's magic, sweetheart," he replied smirking.

"If those girls only knew that you only use magic to tidy yourself up, they will be absolutely disgusted ever having laid their hands on you," she told him.

"Well, you could tell them if you want. I really don't care since it's only you I want now," he told her, wrapping his arms around her small frame.

Hermione stared at his beautiful grey eyes, trying to see through his soul. It's so unbelievable that he would want her like this after all they've been through. There was still a cautious part of her, sending red flags on her head, but she couldn't deny the attraction and comfort his closeness brings.

"I'll be seeing you during the holidays," Draco stated. "Make yourself available after Christmas," he added.

"Maybe we could meet somewhere," she replied offhandedly.

"No, I'll take you with me for a few days," he told her.

"I can't, Malfoy. They will be suspicious. What will I tell them anyway?" Hermione replied sighing.

"Tell them you're going home or something," he suggested.

"I can't," she replied quietly, thoughts of her parents crossing her mind.

"Aren't you going home to your parents?" He asked confusedly.

"They don't know about me anymore, Malfoy," she told him, she saw confusion clouding his eyes. "I oblivated them before the war started," she explained.

"Granger, that's-," Draco couldn't explain what he thought of her actions, but knew how hard it must have been for her choosing to do that. He just pulled her in tightly, securing her in his arms.
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