Spellbound (Dramione Smut Story)

Chapter Six

I dedicate this chapter to MissKnowItAllGranger and Lina_Luv_Cookies .

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Draco

About two weeks after Hermione's close call with Mick, I invited her over to the Malfoy Manor. I figured if I opened myself up a bit more to her, I'd be able to regain her trust. I had told her to come over at 1:00. It was now 12:47. I was dressed in violet robes, my gold mask had been enchanted onto my face. I hadn't bothered with product for my hair, so my natural curls sprung up around my face.

I jumped as the doorbell rang throughout the house. I rushed to the door, opening it to find Hermione looking warily up at the house. When she saw me, she smiled.

"Hello," she said.

A smile sprung upon my features. "Hi," I answered breathlessly.

"This is a..." Hermione looked up at the house. "Very nice place you have, Darian. Did you pay for all of this?"

"Ha!" I laughed a bit louder than I intended. "No, this house has been in my family for several generations. "

"Oh..." Hermione seemed to be thinking.

"Come on in, make yourself at home." I told her, wrapping my arm around her waist and steering her inside.

Hermione gasped when she saw the massive entrance hall. "My goodness... It's so... big."

I nodded. "I come from a wealthy family."

"Did your parents move out?" she asked innocently.

I nodded my head side to side. "Eh, in a manner of speaking."

I looked down at Hermione. Her eyes were full of wonder. She rushed over to a large bookshelf in the corner and began to scan the bindings. Her fingers were pressed lightly against the glass separating her from the massive collection of both new and ancient books.

"You have such an impressive collection!" she breathed excitedly. "What all do you have?"

I walked up behind her, my amusement building as she continued to stare excitedly into the bookcase. My arms were crossed, but my face carried a smile. "I have no idea. Some of those books are pretty dark, some of them are just little stories. A few are some of my old school books. They're the newer ones to the right of your hand."

I saw Hermione's head swivel to the right. "Looks like you had just about the same education I did."

I chuckled. "More similar than one might think," I replied.

Hermione turned to face me, laughing. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I shrugged. "I'll tell you when you're older."

"Shut up, Darian." Hermione laughed again, standing up to slap my shoulder playfully.

My smile grew wider. Hermione stepped behind me to explore a bit more of the room. She stopped at my father's old desk. I turned to watch her. She looked beautiful. Her hair was tied up at the back of her head, her face natural before it. She looked at home.