Magnetic Attraction

Chapter 12: Tormented Contentment

Ginny watched as her brother's face morphed into disgust and fury during breakfast as he sliced his eggs brutally. She really could have laughed. Apparently, she was no longer the only one to know of Draco and Hermione's relationship, and it was only a matter of time before Harry would find out as well. Especially if he were to look up from his DADA textbook and see that Draco's hand was lingering suspiciously on Hermione's thigh. Ginny rolled her eyes; her boyfriend was so oblivious.

Hermione was thinking the same thing as she deliberately crossed her legs to get her skirt to rise up under Draco's slender fingers. She suppressed a snicker as Ron glared at his plate. His clueless girlfriend Lavender was trying to talk to her about something pointless, and Hermione nodded politely with no idea what she was agreeing to. Her mind was on Draco and how he had an absolutely perfect poker face. That was part of the reason that only Ron had noticed where the blonde's hand was so boldly located.

Her eyes flickered to Ginny, who was smirking. There was a chance that she knew as well; she had experience in these matters. Ginny winked at her. Hermione winked back.

Draco was supposedly reviewing his charms essay in his lap, but he was really just staring blankly at it, grinning inside. Take that Weasley! She's mine now, all mine! He chanted to himself, moving his hand slightly to curl his fingers on the edge of her skirt, knowing Weasley was watching. He inched his hand up her skirt to press his palm on her inner thigh. She squirmed.

"Don't push it too far," she scolded in his ear, her face lurking by his several seconds longer than necessary. He didn't look up, only pinched her skin between his thumb and forefinger. She hissed at him. Ron dropped his fork on his plate and stormed out, furious. When he was safely out of the room, the two of them and Ginny burst out into laughter. Harry looked up from his textbook, still oblivious.

"What's so funny?" he asked his girlfriend, who shook her head. Draco calmed down fairly quickly and returned to his essay, but didn't remove his hand from Hermione's leg.

"Oh my god, did you see his face?" Hermione stammered, cackling maliciously. She earned a glare from Parvati and a shrug from Lavender, who was just as unbothered as Harry. Her breathing hitched as Draco's hand grazed the edge of her underwear. "Stop it, he's gone now," she whispered anxiously in his ear. Without comment he did as he was told and took her hand.

"Good morning Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger," greeted someone behind them. They turned on the bench to see Professor Dumbledore smiling sadly at them. Draco scowled, where as Hermione said happily,

"Good morning professor!"

"Mr. Malfoy, I just wanted to remind you that your mother's funeral is this Saturday." The smile on her face disappeared as Draco's face hardened. "You and Ms. Granger should come to my office that morning and you can take the floo network." Since Draco seemed to have frozen, Hermione answered for him, nodding her head. Dumbledore swept away, his light yellow robes sticking out like a beacon amid the black school uniforms.

"Let's go to class, Malfoy," she mumbled awkwardly, at a loss of what to do. He blinked and nodded, sliding his things back into his bag. Ginny watched as they left side by side, Hermione moving her hand to his lower back, pushing him forward. They were good together, she concluded. And god help Ron if he tried to break them up.

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"The Hate potion was first created in 1324 by Colére Joclousie when he tried to create Amortentia but confused his ingredients. He added Motley Snow snake eggs instead of what?" Hermione asked Draco from behind her potions textbook. Upon receiving no answer, she looked over the top of the spine to see him staring off into space, absentmindedly twirling a strand of his silky hair around his index finger. "Draco?"