The Malfoy Manual

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"Good morning!" Hermione said cheerfully, kissing Draco fully on the lips at the Slytherin's table.

Several things happened at once. Blaise choked on his food, Pansy dropped her fork, and Crabbe's and Goyle's jaws dropped open in astonishment. They looked even more confused and dumbfounded than usual.

"Good morning." Draco greeted back, slightly amused by his friends' reactions but showing no sign that he noticed whatsoever. Hermione could swear that the tips of his ears were slightly pink. She would have to ask him about that, later on.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Hermione asked as she sat down beside him. Blaise looked as if he was going to faint anytime soon. Pansy was staring at them as if they were some sort of circus show. Crabbe and Goyle were already back to breakfast, their faces smudged with bits of scrambled eggs and bacon.

"Well, now that you and I are together." Draco said loudly. Hermione heard Blaise make an anguished sound akin to a dying cat that was ran over by a lawnmower. The blood had completely gone from his face.

"I was wondering if you wanted to spend the night with me." Draco added casually. It was Hermione's turn to go white.

"Spend the n-n-night?" She sputtered. "With y-y-you?" She didn't know what he had in mind. Oh wait, she did. Spending the night with Draco Malfoy only meant one thing to any girl at Hogwarts.

"Yes, spend the night. With me." Draco said patiently, as if he had been through this conversation a million times. Hermione stared.

"Anyway, I'll see you during our rounds tonight." He stood up as the first bell rang. "And after." He whispered huskily in her ear. Hermione felt a shiver run down her spine.

She was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice that she was alone in the Great Hall until the second bell rang.


Hermione couldn't concentrate on any of her classes that day. Even Professor McGonagall was so concerned that she wasn't acting like herself that she wanted to send her to Madam Pomfrey for a check-up. Hermione had to lie that she had problems with her parents and was just worried about them.

'Damn that ferret.' She fumed silently. 'Always causing me trouble.'

Deep down inside she was excited, but she would never admit it. She knew now what Draco's kisses felt like, and now she wondered what would happen if… she blushed just thinking about it. Naughty thoughts had never been natural to her. The relationship she had imagined with Harry was innocent and probably even childish. When she imagined being with him, she thought of snuggling, not of snogging. It was not the same with Draco Malfoy.

She sighed as she remembered the feel of his lips on hers, his arms wrapped around her waist…

"Ms. Hermione Granger!"

She jumped at the sound of Professor Flitwick's stern voice interrupting her thoughts. For someone so tiny, she never realized that he could make a sound that loud.

"I-I'm sorry, Professor." She said. She wanted to dig herself into a hole and die. She had never, ever been this distracted in a class before.

'Damn that stupid ferret.' She thought. But she continued daydreaming about him, anyway.


Hermione was shaking when she stepped into Draco's special room—the private bedroom his family had obtained after a generous donation for a new wing at Hogwarts. She had wanted to wear something more special than her everyday pajamas, but she had never expected to sleep with someone in the middle of the school year, and so she had to make do with what she had. Her mouth hung open as she realized that Draco was already lying in bed, his chest exposed and only the silken sheets covering his lower half.

"Why are you so nervous?" He asked her with a frown. He patted the space on the huge bed beside him.

"This is where you'll sleep." He said with a smile, and Hermione noticed that there was an evil glint in his eyes. Or maybe it was just that a small lamp was the only source of light in the room, and it was dark.

She slid into her half of the bed, steeling herself for the activities that were yet to come. She hadn't wanted to get so physical in just a few days, but she trusted Draco and she knew that he would take care of her. She hoped that he would be happy that he was her first, and that he would be satisfied even if she really had no experience about what they were about to do whatsoever…

He was looking at her intently, and Hermione could feel her heart beating faster and faster. It was getting harder to breathe as he moved closer. He was just inches from her face. He reached out to touch her cheek, and his thumb traced her lips.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered. And then he kissed her on the forehead, rolled over, turned off the night light and went to sleep.

Hermione was shocked. What was this? Was this a ritual of sorts, to get him in the mood? She waited for a few minutes until she heard Draco snoring softly.

She wanted to strangle him. First, he invites her to his bed, wearing nothing. Then he kisses her and goes to sleep? The nerve of that ferret!

She was so annoyed at him, but also very sleepy, and so she closed her eyes and succumbed to the peaceful tranquility of the night.


The next day, Hermione woke up to find Draco's arm around her and she instinctively snuggled closer to him. It took her a full five minutes to remember what had happened last night--or rather, what had not happened last night--and she angrily threw his arm off her in a show of rebellion.

"My, my. You're feisty in the morning." He said huskily. So he had a morning voice that she thought was sexy. So effing what? Nothing happened between them last night and she had daydreamed about it the whole day!

Fuming, she grabbed her change of clothes and marched to the shower room.

Moments later, they were already seated at breakfast. Draco knew exactly what was going through Hermione's mind.

"Did you want to do something with me last night, Granger?" He teased, and Hermione realized that she had given it away when she blushed from head to toe and stabbed her French toast quite violently with a knife. She could feel Draco's smirk burning into the side of her head.

"What's it to you?" She said grumpily. Her French toast was in pieces now.

"Why are you rushing into this? We've only began dating officially for a couple of days." Draco said, with a chuckle.

Hermione wanted to slap him. "Why?" She turned to face him. "Am I not good enough for you? You're willing to do it with every girl in Hogwarts, except me?"

His eyes showed that he was amused although his face showed no sign of it. "That's because you're special to me. I've slept with countless girls on that bed. I want my memories with you to be in a different place."

Hermione still pretended to be angry although she was very flattered with what he said. She continued to stab her French toast with her knife.

"Forgive me?" He asked her, with a smile.

"Not until you finish your homework." Hermione said triumphantly, as Draco groaned in absolute disgust.


The train station was crowded as the Hogwarts students were finally reuniting with their families and loved ones after a grueling year at the school of magic. Hermione could see her parents waving at her from a distance. She took a deep breath as Draco's hold on her hand tightened.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye then." He told her, and there was a hint of sadness in his voice that he did not want to show on his face.

"I'll see you soon." She replied, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "And, you can always write to me."

"I will." He promised. He took her in his arms and kissed her. Hermione smiled at him after she had broken the kiss.

"Well, goodbye, ferret." She said.

"See you, mudblood." He replied, as he let her go. She walked away towards her family, who were waiting for her.

She had just taken a few steps when she heard him yelling.

"Hey Granger!" He called to her, a few seconds after she had turned to leave. "Come back."

Hermione rolled her eyes. Honestly, he could be a tad bit demanding at times.

"What is it?" she asked, moving back towards him.

He slipped a piece of parchment into her hand. "I'll have the guts to say this out loud next time." He said. There was a small glint in his eyes that Hermione did not like. "Just not today." And with that, he made his way through the throng of people who were chattering away around them, towards his own family. Frowning, Hermione unrolled the piece of parchment in her hand.

I love you, Hermione.

-D.M.



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