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Who's Playing Who? by dmhg4evr
Chapter 5 : What do you see?
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 21

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Hermione and Ginny were sitting in Hermione’s common room pretending to do their homework but they were actually talking about the events of the night. Draco had gone to the Slytherin common room to be with his friends so Hermione and Ginny had the place to themselves.

“What were you thinking asking for that kind of help from Draco Malfoy?” Hermione had told Ginny everything.

“Come on Gin, isn’t it obvious? He knows absolutely all there is to know about that subject.”

“All the more reason for you to call this whole thing off. With him at the wheel, all Hell can break loose. Besides, if my brother is too damn stupid to see what has always been right in front of him, then it’s his loss.”

“I didn’t do this just because of Ron. I did it because I am tired of people thinking that I am boring. I want to be a new person. However, I think I am going to call it off. I didn’t tell you the most important part.”

“What’s that?”

“I kissed Malfoy.” Hermione’s face turned red just mentioning it.

Ginny spit out the tea she was drinking, “You what?!”

“We were having a “lesson” and he told me to keep his attention. That’s the first thing I thought of. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. It was a really stupid thing to do. The worst part is that I liked kissing him; that’s why I am calling this whole thing off. I know that if this keeps going, it’ll get way out of hand.”

“You kissed Draco Malfoy, Hermione; It’s already out of hand.”

“I know; that’s why I am ending this insanity.”

“It might be a little too late for that.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is Malfoy we are talking about. He has something up his sleeve. Did you really think that he agreed to this just because you asked him to?”

“I blackmailed him. That’s why he agreed to do it.”

“Hermione, we both know that Malfoy doesn’t do anything that he doesn’t want to do; no matter what the circumstances are.”

“You really think he’s up to something?”


“Well, when I call it all off, he won’t have the opportunity to pull anything. Don’t worry; it’ll all be over soon. As a matter of fact, I’ve got to get going. It’s time to patrol. I’ll tell him tonight.”


Hermione was patrolling the halls shortly after ten when she heard a noise. She spun around with her wand in hand and saw Draco smirking at her.

She lowered her wand, “You scared the hell out of me!”

“Good; mission accomplished.” Draco smiled.

Hermione rolled her eyes, “You’re late. You were supposed to meet me at 9:30.”

“I had other things to do.”

“You mean other people?” Hermione asked with a snicker.

Draco grinned, “Jealous Granger?”

“In your dreams Malfoy.”

“Just once. It was quite intense actually. Would you care for a reenactment?” He asked as he gently pushed her into the wall.

“What are you doing?” She demanded.

“Come on Granger; I know you want me.”

“I want you like I want a hole in my head. Now bugger off.” She jabbed her wand into his chest and he backed away.

“Oh come on, don’t you want to know how my dream ended?”

“I’ll pass, thanks.” Hermione said as she continued down the hall.

“You know how I know that it was just a dream?” He walked up behind her and whispered in her ear, “In real life, you would be screaming my name, not just moaning it.”  He brushed his finger along the nape of her neck and continued walking.

Hermione had to fight off a shiver as his touch still lingered, “Damn you Malfoy.” She whispered under her breath.

“What was that?” He asked innocently.

“Nothing, just keep moving.”

Hermione was pissed, but Draco was rather pleased with himself. They were quiet for a few minutes, before Hermione finally got the nerve to speak.

“So, I’ve been thinking about our little arrangement and I think it would be best if we just called the whole thing off. I don’t care what Ron and Harry or anyone else thinks of me.”

Draco had stopped walking and now he was looking at her with a small smirk on his face, “Are you sure that’s the only reason why you want to stop?”

“Sure, why else would I want to?”

“Oh I don’t know…maybe because you kissed me?”

“That was all just part of the agreement Malfoy; it meant nothing.”

“Then why haven’t you looked me in the eyes since it happened?”

Hermione sighed and looked up into his eyes. His smirk had gotten bigger and there was a twinkle in his eyes. “I got a little carried away with the kissing. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“But you did…why?” His eyes burned into hers.

“I honestly don’t know. It just seemed like the next step I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I don’t know why I kissed you. Whatever the reason was, it was stupid and I shouldn’t have done it.”


Hermione was kind of surprised by his simple response but she didn’t show it, “Ok. So, it’s over. I won’t tell McGonagall about what I saw. For what you did do, thanks.”

Draco nodded at her and continued down the hall.


 Ok? That’s all he said?” Ginny was sitting on Hermione’s bed after patrol.

“Yea, It was kinda weird.”

“As I said before, he is definitely up to something.”

“He was probably just happy that he doesn’t have to deal with me anymore.”

“This is Draco Malfoy we are talking about. Nothing is ever that easy when it comes to him.”

“Well, whatever it is, I can handle myself; don’t you worry.”

“I better be getting back to my common room; I wouldn’t want to get the Head Girl in trouble.”

Ginny gave Hermione one last warning to be careful and then she headed back to the dorms.


Draco was in the Slytherin common room talking to Blaise about the night’s events.

“Now that that plan is ruined, what are you going to do?” Blaise handed the bottle of Fire Whisky to Draco.

“My plan is going perfectly. Granger decided to call it all off because she kissed me, which proves that it got to her. I just have to step up my game plan and she’ll be in my bed in no time.” Draco took a swig of the Fire Whiskey and handed it back to Blaise.

“You seem pretty sure of yourself.”

“You weren’t there when she kissed me. It was like she had no clue what she was doing, but at the same time it was something that she had wanted to do for so long. I know that she hates me just as much as I hate her, which means that it is strictly the teenage hormones talking.” Draco took another swig of the liquor, “Either way, this will be like taking candy from a baby.”

Just as they finished their conversation, Ginny came down the stairs and Draco and Blaise smirked at her, “All girls sleepover huh?”

Ginny gave them a sweet smile, “It’s only a sleepover if we actually sleep.”

Blaise watched Ginny walk out the door and he gave a low whistle, “I must admit, Granger does know how to pick her friends.”


After Ginny had left for the night and the boys had cleared out of the common room, Hermione settled herself in front of the fireplace to read a book. Shortly after eleven thirty Draco came back. Hermione looked up from her book and her face got flushed. Of course, Draco noticed this immediately. He sauntered up and sat next to her on the couch.

“I don’t think it would be such a good idea for you to give up on your little plan?” Draco said casually.

Hermione set her book in her lap, “And why is that?”

“I know you noticed the looks on their faces when Potter and Weasley saw me talking to you this morning. Your little plan seems to be working so far, do you really want to give it all up after you’ve come this far already?”

Hermione eyed Draco suspiciously for a moment and thought about what Ginny had said earlier about him having a hidden agenda, “You’re so eager all of a sudden to keep this going are you? What’s in it for you Malfoy?”

Draco didn’t even hesitate with his answer, “I told you before, it’s almost totally worth it just to watch your little friends react to our interactions.”

“That’s the only reason why?” Hermione wasn’t so sure.

“Hey Granger, if you want things to go back to the way they were, then I won’t stop you.” Draco got up and started walking to his room.

Hermione put her book aside and stood up, “Ok, we’ll continue. So…what else is there to do?”

Draco studied Hermione for a moment before he spoke, “Do you have a full length mirror in your room?”


“Good. Take me to it.”

When Hermione just looked at him, Draco rolled his eyes, “Do you want my help or don’t you?”

Hermione kept looking at him for a moment before she finally led him to her room. She spoke the password and made a mental note to change it later when Draco wasn’t around. She led him though her room to the mirror. Draco noticed that her room fit her very well. Everything was in its place and it was very tidy. Draco took Hermione’s hand and pulled her over so she was standing in front of the mirror. Her stood directly behind her.

“What do you see?” Draco asked.

“What do you mean?” Hermione cocked her head to the side as though she were trying to read his mind.

“What do you see when you look at yourself?”

“I see me.”

Draco frowned, “I’m serious Granger. When you are getting ready for class or whatever, when you are looking at this mirror, at the reflection in it, what do you see? This girl on the other side; who is she? What do you see?”

Hermione studied her reflection, “I see…just an ordinary girl. What am I supposed to see?”

“You are supposed to see what everyone saw at breakfast this morning. They didn’t see just an ordinary girl. But, as long as you see yourself like that, that’s all you will ever be. There are four kinds of women Granger; there are the ugly ones who will always be nothing more than ugly women. Then you have the three kinds of beautiful women; women like you who are beautiful but don’t know it. You have the beautiful women who know they are beautiful and they show it, but in a tasteful way. Last, you have the beautiful women who know they are and they show it off for all it’s worth. These girls are also called sluts.”

Hermione smirked at that as Pansy’s face popped into her head.

“What you want is to the be the second kind. You need to know that you are beautiful and you have to believe it.” At that moment, Draco pulled out his wand, pointed it at Hermione and whispered a spell. It took Hermione two seconds to realize that Draco had made her clothes disappear. She was now standing in front of the mirror…and Draco in her knickers. She had on just a plain black bra and matching panties. Hermione gasped and tried to cover herself with her hands but Draco grabbed her arms and gently but firmly held them down to her sides.

“Relax Granger. You have nothing that I haven’t seen before.”

“Let me go Malfoy.”

“I’m not going to hurt you; just relax.” He loosened his grip on her arms but didn’t completely let her go.

“Relax? I am standing here if front of you practically naked!” Hermione spat.

“You are far from naked Granger. All your important parts are covered up, so stop sniveling.”

Hermione glared at Draco though the mirror but relaxed her arms and stopped trying to cover herself. She felt like punching Draco as she watched his steely eyes roam over her body.

“Please tell me how this has anything to do with our task at hand because I am dieing to know.” Hermione barked.

“What do you see when you look at yourself in the mirror Granger?”

“What do you mean what do I see? I see me.”

Draco rolled his eyes, “When you look at yourself, what do you see? What do you see when you look at your body? Do you love the way your body looks or do you think there is room for improvement?”

Hermione studied herself for a moment before she answered, “My second toe is longer than my first toe on both feet; my legs are grossly pale; my hips are huge, but I am too skinny; I swear my left arm is longer than my right; my breasts are too small and pointed; my neck is too long, my hair is still too frizzy, and my nose is too big.”

Draco’s face never revealed what he was thinking. He was amazed that she thought so little of herself.

“Close your eyes.” Draco slowly put his hands on her shoulders.

“What?” Hermione looked slightly terrified at his command. 

This did not go unnoticed by Draco, “For the last time, would you relax? I am not going to hurt you. Give me a little credit Granger. Now, close your eyes…please?”

Hermione reluctantly closed her eyes.

Draco bent down and whispered in her ear, “Keep ‘em closed.”

Hermione fought back a shiver that tried to escape when Draco’s breath tickled her ear, “No funny business Malfoy.”

Draco rolled his eyes, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

He could feel the tension in Hermione’s shoulders and he gently rubbed them, “No normal person is this tense.”

 “Believe me, it’s gotten a lot worse since we this started these…lessons.”

 “Shh; no talking Granger.” This time Hermione couldn’t stop the shiver from escaping as she felt Draco’s lips touch her ear.

Draco ran his hands down Hermione’s arms and linked his fingers with hers. He then pulled her hands up with his as he slowly brought them to her breasts. Careful to not touch her with his own hands, he guided her hands over her breasts and Hermione’s breath got very shallow and slow.

“Your breasts are perfect and round, not pointed.” He guided her hands down and across her stomach, “You are not too skinny; you have an athletic body with toned abs and a flat stomach. You are only too skinny when you can see and feel your ribs. Your skin is soft and golden, not pale.” He continued to guide her hands down to her stomach and then moved her hands apart and skimmed them across the top of her panties as he brought them back down to her sides.

“Open your eyes.” Draco whispered.

Hermione realized that she had stopped breathing. She took a breath and opened her eyes slowly. To say the very least, Hermione was flustered but she did her best to hide it.

“Now what do you see when you look in the mirror?” Draco’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Drake!” A voice drifted up from the common room.

Draco and Hermione both jumped at the voice; Draco stepped away from her, “Your homework is to keep looking in the mirror until you see what everyone else sees.”

Draco grabbed his wand and disappeared through her door. He headed downstairs and saw Blaise lounging on the couch. A huge grin spread across Blaise’s face when he saw where Draco had come from.

“Damn boy, did you seal the deal already?”

“No.” That was all Draco said.

Blaise hurried to keep up with Draco and he left the common room.

Hermione stared at her reflection completely dumbfounded. Never in her life had she felt the way she did just now with Draco.

A small knock on her door made Hermione jump, “Just a minute!”

Hermione quickly put her clothes back on and tried her best to not look as disheveled as she felt. She opened her door and was surprised when she saw no one. She heard a small squeak and looked down to see a very small House Elf looking up at her with big eyes.

“Squeaky is sorry to bother the Head Girl.”

Hermione smiled at the Elf’s name; it fit her well, “That’s alright Squeaky; what can I do for you?”

“The Head Master has asked Squeaky to tell you and the Head Boy that he wishes to speak with you in his office after dinner tonight.”

“Ok; have you told Malfoy already?”

Squeaky looked pained as she spoke, “Yes, Squeaky found him outside your common room.”

“Was he mean to you?” Hermione asked.

“No more than most people miss.” Squeaky frowned.

“Well I am sorry for his behavior. Please tell the Head Master that we got his message and we’ll see him after dinner.” Hermione smiled at the small creature.

Squeaky returned Hermione’s smile, “Yes, miss; I will tell him right away!”

Squeaky bolted down the stairs and out of sight.

Hermione sat on her bed and tried to push Draco out of her mind for the moment while she tried to figure out what Dumbledore might want to speak to them about.




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