A Change of Heart

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Chapter 6: The Close Encounter:

Draco came back to the car to find Granger nowhere in sight. Where was she? They were in the middle nowhere. Maybe that was her evil plan. Get him all wound up, have him masturbate in the woods, and then leave him stranded. ‘Wait, that plan makes no sense’, he thought. But, why would she leave the car.

“Where are you, Granger?” he yelled. He walked around the car a couple of times. Maybe that would make her appear. Finally, he saw her coming from the other side of the woods.

“What were you doing in the woods?” he appealed.

“What were you doing in the woods, Malfoy?” she asked back.

“Jacking off,” he answered.

“If you refuse to tell me the real reason you were in the woods, then I refuse to tell you,” she said with a stuck up air. He smiled. He had told her the truth. She was just too naïve to believe him. However, he was still curious as to where she had gone. He would ask again later.

She frowned. He was so insensitive sometimes. He always said things to shock her. Why couldn’t he just tell the truth? Everyone had to go to the bathroom. There was no reason to be embarrassed. ‘Jacking off’, honestly.

Hermione got back in the car, and then she smiled. She had gone off to the woods to execute the next chapter of the now infamous book war. Ha! He would never suspect a thing.

He opened the car door, and said, “Hermione, let’s just forget this driving thing, and Apparate to the hotel.” He leaned in the car to look at her.

“I don’t want to leave my baby out here all alone by itself. I’ve had this car since I was 16. It’s a classic,” she explained.

He straightened up, and said aloud, but to himself, “More like a piece of crap.” Then he leaned back down, and said, “We won’t be at the hotel long. It’ll be fine. We can put a disillusionment charm on the car if you want.”

She got out of the car, and said, “I thought we were having a nice time driving, talking, and enjoying the scenic countryside.”

He was enjoying himself, but he wanted to hurry up and get this thing over with, so they could have their date tonight. So, he said with remorse, “I was having a nice time, but I just thought we should finish up so we could get back before nightfall.”

She got out of the car, grabbed her things, and locked it up tight. “Fine,” she said as she grabbed his arm and Apparated them directly to the lobby of the hotel.

“Damn!” he said when they got there, as he gave her a push. “I told you I hated side-along Apparitions! Which of those words didn’t you understand? Do you have to be in control of everything? I hate to think what you’re like in bed. You probably even control when the man ejaculates.”

“I get your point, and don’t be so crude,” she said harshly. “I’ll go talk to the hotel manager to see if they can accommodate our Spring Fling, and then maybe we could get some food. I’m starving.”

“You’re always hungry,” Malfoy sneered. “It’s a wonder you don’t weigh more than you do.”

“Would you still love me, if I was fat?” she quizzed with a smile.

“I don’t love you now, so that question has no point,” he smiled back.

“Let me rephrase, would you still ‘like’ me if I was fat?”

“I don’t like you….” he began. She put her hand over his mouth.

“Fine, would you still want to sleep with me if I was fat? And if you say you don’t want to sleep with me, I’m leaving this instant.” She pointed her finger at him, like he was a naughty boy.

He thought for a moment. He thought she would be angry over the, ‘I don’t love you now comment’, but it seemed he didn’t know her as well as he thought. He said, “I only want you for your mind, so you can be as fat as you want, just don’t misplace any of your intelligence.”

“If I keep hanging around with you, there is a definite possibility of that,” she said sarcastically. She turned to leave, but turned back quickly, and said, “Do you want to go talk to the manager with me.”

“No need. Run along,” he said, pushing her toward the counter. She left him alone, and he quickly moved behind a column in the lobby. He saw the last person he would ever want to see, just as she was asking him if he wanted to talk to the manager with her. He hoped beyond hope that Granger didn’t see this person. If he continued to hide, maybe he could go unnoticed.

Hermione walked back up to him, and saw he was hiding behind a column. He was such an idiot sometimes. She decided to scare him. She walked to the other side, and said, “BOO!” He jumped high in the air, and she laughed very hard.

“Damn you,” Draco said. He slapped her arm.

“The manager is going to take us on a tour of their banquet facilities, and the ballroom, so we can decide which would be the best for us. Oh, and the 14th of April is perfect for them.” She started walking toward the manager, and he stayed behind the column. “Aren’t you coming?”

“No,” he said, actually pushing her along, “I trust you. Whatever you decide is fine with me. Go along now. The quicker you are, the faster you can get to food. I know how much you like food,” he said, as he ducked back behind the column.

‘Idiot,’ she thought.

He looked back around, and saw Granger disappear down a hallway with the manager of the hotel. He walked around the column, just as the person he was trying to avoid noticed him.

“Draco Malfoy! I thought that was you. I would know your blonde hair anywhere. Whatever are you doing here?”

“Hello, Pansy,” Draco said, as the witch kissed his lips. He looked around to make sure Granger was truly out of sight. “What are you doing here?”

“I think I asked you first,” she said, fawning all over him.

“I’m here on business,” he said truthfully.

“I’m here because my cousin is getting married here this evening,” she said. “Oh, I have the perfect idea! Why don’t you stay, and be my date for the wedding? The reception should be loads of fun, even if she is marrying a mudblood. Can you believe it?” Pansy squealed.

“Shocking,” Draco responded.

“So, can you stay?”

“I don’t think so, Pans,” he said, “I have to get back tonight.”

“Draco, are you avoiding me? I haven’t seen you in three weeks,” she said, as she sidled next to him, and put her lips on his cheek.

“Has it been that long?” he asked, still on the look out for Hermione. He pulled Pansy’s hands away from his shoulders.

“Yes, and frankly, I don’t think we’ve ever gone that long without shagging!” Pansy said with a giggle.

It was all true. Pansy and Draco had been an ‘on again, off again’, couple for twelve years. They had never been in love, but they did frequently have sex. Even when they were ‘off-again’, they would have sex. It was just sex. It didn’t mean anything. Nevertheless, he could never have told Hermione that. So when she asked about Pansy today in the car, he lied to her. At first, he almost thought she knew. Then, he figured she was just fishing for information. He didn’t think it would hurt to lie to her. She would never find out the truth. Never in a million years did he think he would run into Pansy Parkinson, here of all places.

He honestly had not sought out the attentions or affections of Pansy since the night of the auction. He didn’t want anyone else. He wanted Granger. He was beginning to think that would never happen, but he was waiting for it to happen nevertheless.

Suddenly, he saw Hermione walking back into the lobby. Pansy was talking some drabble about her outfit for the wedding, and had her back to Hermione. Maybe he could get rid of Pansy before Hermione saw her. Hermione was talking animatedly to the manager. She put her hand on his arm and laughed at something he said. What was with this woman and her putting her hands all over men?

He was no longer paying attention to anything Pansy said. He was staring intently at Hermione, so he didn’t notice when Pansy turned around and saw Hermione as well. “Oh, goodness, Draco, is that woman over there who I think it is? It is! Draco, that’s Hermione Granger! From Hogwarts. Remember her? Harry Potter’s little mudblood friend. I wonder what she’s doing here.”

Draco didn’t say anything. If he were lucky, the world would open up at that precise moment and swallow him whole. Suddenly, Hermione turned from speaking with the manager, saw Draco and Pansy, and Pansy had her arm linked with his. Great.

Hermione and the manager walked over to them. Hermione was frowning.

“Merlin, Drakie, I think she’s actually coming this way! I hope she doesn’t recognize us and think she can just come over here and start reminiscing about our school days. Seriously!” Pansy exclaimed.

Hermione did indeed walk up to them. She looked at Pansy’s arm hooked with Draco’s and said, “Everything looks perfect. I reserved the ballroom. It’s decorated for a wedding reception tonight, but Mr. Phillips here assures me they can decorate the hall anyway we want.” She looked at Draco the whole time she said this. She didn’t even acknowledge Pansy’s existence.

“Was the mudblood talking to you, Draco?” Pansy inquired, now holding Draco’s hand.

The manager frowned and said, “Please refrain from using that word at this hotel, miss.” Then he turned to Hermione, shook her hand, and said, “I look forward to working with you. Let me know your requirements by Tuesday. It was great meeting you, Hermione. Good day.”

“Thank you, Jeff,” Hermione said, still shaking his hand.

Draco didn’t know what possessed him, but he dropped Pansy’s hand and took Hermione’s hand from the hotel manager, and said, “The lady might need her hand back.” The hotel manager gave Draco a funny look, and then waved at Hermione and left the trio behind.

Hermione turned toward Draco and gave him the dirtiest look she could muster, and he sighed.

“What do you want, mudblood?” Pansy asked her, and then turned to Draco, “What’s going on here, Drakie. You two aren’t here together are you?”

“I told you, Pansy, I’m here on business. Granger works for Gringotts, and they are co-sponsoring an event with my company,” Draco explained.

Hermione thought that Draco seemed embarrassed. He didn’t want Pansy to know they were dating. Well, they weren’t exactly dating, since they hadn’t even been on one date yet. Draco turned and looked at Hermione. She looked crestfallen that he had told Pansy they were just working together.

Pansy said, “Good. I’m glad you’re just working together. I was afraid for a minute you were going to say you were dating, or something. But, of course, I should have known that Draco Malfoy would never date someone like Hermione Granger.”

Before Draco could respond, Hermione said, “Of course we aren’t dating, Parkinson. Draco wouldn’t date a mudblood, would you, Malfoy?” She looked so angry at him that he thought he saw steam coming out of her ears. Hermione tried to walk away, but Draco put his arms around her shoulders.

“Look, Pansy, the truth is, we are dating. We’re working together as well, but we’re also seeing each other,” Draco told Pansy.

“You’re dating her?” Pansy said with disbelief. “Princess mudblood? Heir of Gryffindor? Harry Potter’s little slag. I cannot believe this. You had better be lying, Draco. We all hated her in school!”

“What’s your problem, Pans?” Draco bellowed. “Are you jealous of her? Are you jealous of the fact that she always did better than you in school? Jealous of the fact that while everyone in school always knew they could go to you for an easy fuck, nine times out of ten they were wishing it was her? Even the Slytherins wanted Granger, and you could never handle that. Well, guess what. I’ve grown up. I know what I deserve. I deserve someone sweet, caring, and beautiful. Someone intelligent, someone with morals, and someone who’s not you!” Draco’s face was so red with anger that Hermione thought he was going to burst at any moment.

Hermione looked at with him with pride, but then Pansy said something that made her ashamed again.

“So, that’s why you haven’t slept with me in three weeks. Getting it from the mudblood now? Just know this, Draco; I won’t be associated with anyone who sullies themselves with the likes of her.” And with that, Pansy flipped her hair, and trotted off.

“She’s twenty times the lady you’ll ever be, Parkinson!” Draco shouted to her.

He looked down at Hermione, whom he still had wrapped in his arm, to see if she was happy that he defended her honour, but she was frowning. She removed his arm from her shoulder, and said, “So, do you still want to stick with the story from earlier? The one where you claimed you hadn’t seen Pansy since school?” Before he could answer, she said, “You make me sick. Do you ever tell the truth? What would happen if you told the truth, just once? Would your nose grow? Are you the anti-Pinocchio?” She walked away from him.

“Who the hell is Pinocchio?” he called after her. In addition, what was with the statement about his nose? He ran after her, and swung her around to look at him. “First, I tried being truthful about one thing today, and you didn’t believe me. Never mind what that one thing was, and the thing about Pansy is, well, it’s just sex, Granger. It means nothing. I really haven’t slept with her or anyone else since the auction.”

“Do you want an abstinence metal?” she sneered.

“No, I just want you to removed that stick out of your arse long enough to hear what I’m saying to you,” Draco said with malice.

“I don’t hear with my arse, unlike you, who talks out of his!” Hermione hissed. “Just leave me alone.” She walked to the hotel restaurant and sat down at one of the tables.

He didn’t want to go after her, because she had a point. A small point, but a point nonetheless. He had lied earlier, and that was the reason for her reaction.

He waited about fifteen minutes and then decided to go find her. He walked in the crowded restaurant, and found her alone at a round table, overlooking the sea. She was looking out the window, with her head resting on one hand.

“Hermione?” he asked. She didn’t acknowledge him. “May I sit down?”

“Yes,” she said. She turned to face him. “Do you want some of my salad?” she asked.

“No, I’ll order something for myself,” he said as he turned to get the waiter’s attention, and ordered a steak and some wine. He turned back to Hermione and said, “Let’s not fight. It’s too tiring. I’ll try really hard to be more truthful to you, okay?”

She nodded. Then she said, “I’m not the type to casually date someone. I also don’t have casual sex. I have to have a deep emotional connection with someone before I can sleep with them. Therefore, I guess what I want to know from you is, what are your intentions? What are you expecting from me?”

Draco started to explain, “I haven’t thought that far ahead. I saw you at my office that day; that day you came looking for donations, and I felt something. For that reason, I went to the auction, to look for you. I realized I was tired of all the casual dating, and even the casual sex. I know you’re not that way. I just thought, hell, she’s pretty, smart, and familiar. I just wanted to get to know you better. I still do. I know you aren’t some easy ‘come and go’ girl. I don’t want that type of girl anymore. I’m not offering you my hand in marriage or anything trite, I just want to date you, okay?”

She smiled and nodded her head yes. Then she said, “I can’t really be angry, anyway. You can have sex with whomever you want. We haven’t even gone out on a date yet.”

“We could just get that over with, and call this a date,” he suggested.

“Trying to get off cheap, Malfoy? I don’t think so. I want a proper date. Although, maybe we should reschedule. I don’t want to go out tonight,” she explained, taking a large bite of salad.

“Why don’t you want to go out tonight? I thought it was all planned,” he asked with a frown.

“Well, I have something better for us to do tonight. When I first came in the restaurant, I saw Chad White. He was two years ahead of us in school. He was in Ravenclaw, and we used to study together. Anyway, he’s the one marrying Pansy’s cousin, and he just invited us to the wedding!” she gleamed.

He was starting to appreciate how devious her mind could work. What better way to stick it to Pansy, than for them to show up at the wedding and the reception together. He smiled, and then he said, “Yes, I hear he’s a Muggle-born as well. This is great, Granger. We should go to the boutique here and get some clothes, and get a room so we can get showered and changed.” He moved his napkin from in front of him, to make room for the steak the waiter had placed on the table.

“We should get two rooms,” she corrected.

“Adjoining rooms,” he amended.

“One more thing, Draco …what was the one thing you told the truth about today? The thing you said I didn’t believe, earlier?” she asked him.

Should he tell her? She didn’t want any more lies. “You asked me what I was doing in the woods today, and I answered you truthfully. I went into the woods to take care of a little problem, which was your entire fault to start with, so you can hardly be angry with me.”

Her eyes opened wide, and she decided not to say any more on the subject.

After they ate they decided to go and get their rooms. They both wanted to take a small nap before they had to get ready for the wedding, which was still five hours away.

She was walking in her room when she turned and said, “Wake me in an hour, Malfoy. I want us to take a walk along the coastline before we have to go buy our clothes for tonight. That should leave us with enough time for our walk, our shopping, and to get showered and dressed.”

“Do you have an itinerary to give me? In case I forget something?” he joked.

“I could draw one up quickly, if you’d like,” she said, seriously. He brushed his hand on her cheek and laughed. He looked at her big brown eyes, and ivory skin and all of the sudden he wanted nothing more than to shag her half-way to Sunday.

“Can I come in and nap with you?” he said, with ulterior motives.

“Sure, but only to nap,” she said, as she took his hand and led him in her room. Draco thought, ‘that was too easy’. As they entered her room he got that uncomfortable feeling in his nether regions again. He wanted to kiss her so badly. Just one little kiss, and then they could nap.

They walked into her room, and she put her coat and satchel on the sofa. Then she slipped off her shoes. She went into the bathroom and shut the door. He took his shoes and jacket off, and put them, and his coat, on the sofa next to her coat and satchel. He just thought of something. She had put her satchel in the boot of the car when they left this morning. That meant she saw the book. Excellent.

She walked out of the bathroom, and she said, “Should I call the concierge service, and ask then to wake us in an hour?”

Draco wanted to say, ‘I don’t plan on sleeping,’ but instead he said, “I’ll wake up in time. I’m a light sleeper.” She sat down on the bed and he sat down next to her and took her hand.

“Just napping, Malfoy.” She grinned.

“Can’t I have one small little kiss?” he suggested.

She nodded in acceptance, he leaned toward her, with his hands still on the bed, and he kissed her on her mouth. He started to move his lips slowly, and she moved her head to a somewhat different angle. She put one of her hands on his neck. She turned toward him slightly. He put one hand on her back and the other on her neck. He sucked on her bottom lip. He pulled his face away to look at her. She had her eyes closed. She opened them, looked at him, and smiled sweetly. He wanted her so much. He pulled her back to him, and licked her lips gently with his tongue. She parted her lips slightly, and he continued to lick, until his tongue was in her mouth.

She moved closer. Maybe he pulled her closer. She had both her hands on the nape of his neck, pulling at the little hairs at the base of his skull. He pushed her down on the bed. They were side by side. He stopped kissing for a moment, and he leaned up on one elbow. She mirrored his body, and leaned up on one elbow as well, but facing him. He let his hand travel from her cheek, down her neck, and then down her arm. He held her hand. He brought her hand up to his mouth and gave it a kiss. Maybe he did have a hand fetish.

She took her hand from his and put it on his cheek. She copied his movements, except, when she got to his hand, instead of bringing it to her mouth; she brought it to her breast. Was she inviting him to do what he thought she was? He cupped her breast. He could feel how hard her nipple was, even through the fabric of her shirt and her bra. He pushed her down on her back. He kissed her jaw, and then her neck. He sucked on her collarbone. He unbuttoned the first two buttons of her blouse, and he kissed the swell of both breasts, which had peeked out from their hiding place.

He put his hand on her right breast, and brought his mouth back to hers. He felt fulfilled and empty at the same time. He wanted to kiss her forever, but he wanted more. He fell back on the bed, to recline on his back, and he pulled her with him. Now she was partially on the bed, and partially on him. She kissed his ear and neck. She was trying not to put her full weight on him, which he thought was hilarious. She pulled his shirt from the waistband of his slacks, and put her hand up the shirt, to rest it on his abdomen. This was the biggest mistake Hermione Granger could have made. He moaned, and rolled from his back, so that she was on her back, and he was on top of her.

Soon, his hands and mouth were everywhere. So was hers. He went back to his back, and this time, she didn’t care what he thought. She lay totally prone on top of him. She could feel his erection on her thigh. Her shirt was completely unbuttoned, and with her on top of him, her breasts were almost falling out of her bra. She hiked up her skirt, and straddled his stomach. She removed her shirt, and bent back down to give his mouth a long and savage kiss. She reached around to remove her bra. He sat partially up. The best he could with her on his lap. She paused. ‘Don’t pause,’ he thought. He wanted to see her bare breasts. He wanted to taste them. He wanted to ravage her all over. She slipped off his body, to lie on her back. She was breathing hard. He turned his face to look at her.

“What?” he asked through clenched teeth. What?

“Draco, we have to stop.” She turned to look at him. He didn’t want to stop. Neither did she, so why did they have to stop?

He sat up and moved to the opposite side of the bed. He sat with his back toward her. He looked down at himself. His shirt was gone, and his slacks were unbuckled, and unzipped. He had not even recalled that happening. He turned to look at her behind him, and saw that her shirt was completely gone, and her skirt was riding up her hips. He didn’t even recall how they got this way. She was right. They had to stop now, or they never would.

“Are you angry?” she asked.

He stood up, and put on his shirt. He tucked it in his trousers. She was still on her back. Merlin, she was a goddess. He walked up to her and pulled her up by her hands, so she was standing next to him. “I hope you’re happy, Miss Granger. My nap is all but an afterthought now, and instead of said nap, I must go take a cold shower instead. Thanks ever so much.” He smiled at her and embraced her tight. Her bra covered breasts pressing against his shirt-covered chest certainly was not helping his resolve.

He started to walk out of her room, but turned back and said, “I don’t suppose you’re the type of girl to sleep with a chap on the first date, are you.”

She laughed and walked up to him. She snaked both her arms around his neck, and stood on her tiptoes and kissed him with a sweet, but sensual kiss. “I think I might make an exception with you, Mr. Malfoy. After all, I’ve made you wait so long for the first date, I shouldn’t make you wait for anything else, should I?”

He hugged her tight, and then kissed her back. He was really falling for this little witch. He said, “You better not be lying to me.”

“You lie enough for both of us,” she responded. She backed away from him and added, “Go have your shower. I might as well forget my nap, too. I’ll see you downstairs in the lobby in an hour.” He waved at her, and went through the door that connected their rooms. He walked over to his bed, and started to plop on it, when someone knocked on his outer door.

He went to answer, and there was a bellman. “I have a delivery for you, sir. You need to sign here.” He signed for the package, and brought it into his room. Whatever it was, it was wrapped in plain brown paper. Who even knew he was here? It was probably from Pansy. Maybe it was a bomb, or something. He regarded it wearily, and opened it cautiously. When he saw what it was, he laughed for a solid minute, and said, “HOT DAMN!” Well, round one has to go to Granger, he thought, as he took the copy of Hogwarts, a History and threw it on the sofa.

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