Drawn ( A Dramione Story)

Conflicted

What in the bloody hell was she doing with Draco Malfoy?

Hermione Granger felt angry with herself, betrayed by her own body, to be so drawn to another wizard with whom she detested above all others for years. Yes, he was reformed. And yes, he was kind and gentle. He was still that same old rotten git who tried to make her entire childhood hell all for the sake of blood purity. He joined Voldemort for God's sakes!

The silence of the library was interrupted as she banged her head against the table, followed by her own groan at just how much force she'd used.

She rubbed the sore spot as her thoughts reeled. Yesterday had been perfectly fine. Normal. Her resistance of him was doing fine. She'd only sorta missed him, and when she thought of him, she only alluded to his physical being, when she encountered Bavmorda Blatt's portrait. Then it was like electricity. Magic surged through every sensitive region she had.

It was desire that led her to Malfoy yesterday. That was it. Lust-filled eyes unable to see the true clarity of reality.

The portrait had to be the culprit of it. There was no other explanation. She knew it wasn't her that wanted Malfoy. In fact, she wanted nothing more than to be rid of him. Rid of his ridiculous change, and calm demeanor, and ungodly attractiveness and sharp wit. He was evil incarnate. Only a spell could force her to see past all that, and it had to be stopped before she truly did something she regretted.

Putting her study materials back to their corresponding shelves, she made her way to the librarian's desk with a marked determination to rid herself of the white ferret that kept tempting her back into wiles of sex in a beloved, ancient castle that was more home to her than anything.

The librarian, Pince, was nose deep in a novel when Hermione approached. She waited a good four minutes before the woman placed the paperback aside and turned her attention to a student in need.

"What can I help you with today, Miss Granger?"

She snaked hands through her tamed curls, tugging gently until frays of frizz started to reappear. "I was hoping to find more information on Bavmorda Blatt."

For all the quiet of the school library, the librarian still needed a few more repeats before she finally heard what Hermione had said. It frustration her more and more as the elderly women leaned closer to hear better.

It was urgent business! Couldn't the woman see that Hermione was cursed?

"Bavmorda Blatt, you say. Not many come searching for her," the woman announced with a nod. "What is your query?"

"Her portrait is in the hallway, but we aren't taught on her impact of magic."

"Miss Blatt's focus is a tad more mature in topics than what it taught at Hogwarts to underage students," the librarian explained.

There was a lull in conversation as Hermione expected more to be added or perhaps a suggestion given, yet the librarian made no move to supply more than what she already had.

Hermione sighed. "Well, I'd like to learn more about her. What was her focus of study?"

"Oh dear. You don't want to learn about her ilk. Why not pick a more respectable witch to research? There are quite a few that are not so unsavory as she."

It was next to impossible to suppress the groan that Hermione wanted to express in the woman's face. By now, she had to understand that under no circumstance would Hermione be deterred from learning whatever she wanted to know which is why she had a free pass to the restricted section.