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The Art of Seduction by hp77fanactic
Chapter 28 : Unexpected
 
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“What the bloody hell?!”

Hermione looked up, her eyes puffy and red, and sniffled. “Draco.”

“Slytherin,”

“Death Eater.”

Fred and George Weasley nodded after finishing their opening remarks and turned back towards Hermione who shook her head and sniffled again.

“What in the name of Merlin are you two doing in here?!”

“Visiting Hermione of course.”

“It’s not like we came to see you.”

Draco glared at them. “Even if you both hadn’t quit school, you would have graduated last year. You can’t be here which means I have no choice but to report you both.”

George laughed. “If last year a bunch of Death Eaters got in the castle,”

“With help from you no doubt,”

“Then what’s going to stop us from coming back in?”

Hermione hit George in the arm. “Honestly, knock it off you two. And Draco they’re not doing any harm. Just let them be, please.”

Draco sighed heavily. “It’s on your head if they get caught, Hermione.”

Without waiting for a response he moved quickly across the floor and up the stairs to his room, closing the door a bit louder than necessary. He waited a few seconds before gently and quietly opening it slightly so he could hear what was going on. What were those two doing here with her? Who in their right mind would sneak into a school when you didn’t have to be there? And of all the people who should be with Hermione right now, they were the last he would expect. They had always been troublesome and loud when they were at Hogwarts, always making a mess of things and pulling pranks. The female population seemed to eat up, they couldn’t get enough of their pranks and good looks, but Draco had never seen the charm. Had Hermione even been close to them while they were at school? He knew from his father’s meetings that Hermione and Harry spent their summers at the Weasley house, known as The Burrow, and they all traveled to Kings Cross together for the start of each term. Thinking back, he could remember seeing both of the boys around Hermione a lot during his fourth year, the year the Triwizard Tournament was held. A lot of people had been keeping an eye on her that year because of Viktor Krum’s fascination with her.

“Fred, George?” Draco strained his neck towards his door, leaning against the wall. “Why did you guys come here?”

Fred placed his arm around Hermione and George put his hand on her knee. “We were worried about you,” they said in unison.

Hermione smiled slightly and leaned into Fred’s shoulder. “You two really shouldn’t be using the passages anymore, not after everything that happened last year.”

Draco gulped. The unsuccessful attempt on Dumbledore’s life had been executed using secret passageways to get in the castle, a plan his father had suggested to the Dark Lord as Lucius had used most of those passageways when he was at school. Had the twins known about them before that?

George laughed. “Do you really think we’re going to get caught?”

“And even if we were, I doubt Dumbledore would mind,” Fred chimed in.

Hermione sighed. “That’s not the point! What if the passages were set up with traps by the Death Eaters when they came in the castle? I couldn’t bear it if you two got hurt…”

Draco’s eyes widened at what sounded like a kiss.

“We’ll be fine, ‘Mi. Don’t worry.”

“Tonight was a special circumstance, we had to see you once we heard from dad that you had woken up.”

“How did he know anyway?”

Fred shrugged. “Lupin told him.”

“And I’m betting he heard it from Dumbledore,” George added.

“Does Ginny know you’re here?” They both shook their heads. “What about Ron and Harry?” They shook their heads again. “You didn’t tell any of them??”

“Why would we? That lot doesn’t know anything.”

“Dad hasn’t told them a thing about what happened.”

“The only reason we know is because we’re not at school.”

“And because of Fred.”

Fred slapped George in the back of the head with the arm that was around Hermione. “You’re such a git!”

Hermione smiled slightly again and looked down at her feet. “Professor McGonagall said my father went missing, and that’s how this whole thing started. Has… Anyone heard about him? Is he ok?”

Draco slumped against the wall, tired from standing. She still doesn’t remember anything?

George sighed and squeezed Hermione’s knee. “I’m sure that wherever he is he’s fine.”

Hermione’s eyes began to tear up. “What if his disappearance is all my fault? Why hasn’t anyone heard from him? Why can’t I remember anything?!”

Fred pulled Hermione closer as she began to cry. “Give it some time.”

George wrapped his arm around her shoulders on top of his brother’s. “Be happy you’re safe right now. The rest will come with time.”

“I’m sure McGonagall and Dumbledore are thinking up a way to jog your memories as we speak.”

Hermione hiccupped as she cried harder, not listening to a word they were saying. She was never the type to just assume things but in this case she really did believe her father’s disappearance was because of how close she was to Harry. From the beginning, back when the three of them were looking in to Nicholas Flammel and the stone their First Year, she knew that her friendship with Harry would someday cause not only great happiness but great pain. He was the only person to ever survive the killing curse, and as they grew older it became more and more apparent that someday he’d have to face The Dark Lord many more times in his lifetime before they could all live in peace. She knew Harry hated the sacrifices people went through in trying to help and protect him, he carried a large burden all on his own and because of it, those close to him were always hurt. Hermione still didn’t understand why Dumbledore had allowed Snape back into a teaching position after he had attempted to kill him, rumors said that the Potion’s master had been under the Imperius curse, but everyone in The Order knew that that little stunt was just a preview of what was sure to happen this year.

George cleared his throat. “Hermione maybe you should go lay down and get some sleep, today’s probably been really hard on you, yeah?”

Fred handed Hermione a handkerchief. “Are you listening Hermione?”

She nodded as the tears slowed, reducing to just a few streams falling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry about all of this.”

Fred shook his head. “We would’ve come even if you didn’t want us to.”

“You know we only want to help.”

Hermione nodded and sat up. “Thank you, both of you, for coming. I think I’m going to try and sleep before dinner.”

George squeezed Hermione’s shoulders before standing up and looking toward his twin. “I’ll meet you at The Three Broomsticks?”

Fred nodded. “At The Three Broomsticks.”

Hermione watched as George retreated through the portrait hole. “It’s like you two don’t even care about being caught.”

Fred laughed. “Why should we? You’re far more important.”

Hermione chuckled quietly. “Why did you come Fred?”

“You know why.”

Hermione sighed. “I’m getting over Blaise, I promise,”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

Fred looked her directly in the eye for a few moments before smiling and looking away. “Nevermind. We just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Hermione smiled back weakly. “You should get going too…”

Fred nodded and stood up, pulling Hermione up after him and wrapping his arms around her tightly. “You can get through this,” he whispered. “Everything’s going to be alright, I know it.”

Hermione’s eyes began to tear up as she pressed her face closer to his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of chocolate and sweet powdered potions. “I can’t do this, Fred, I’m so confused about everything…”

He rubbed her back gently and pressed his chin to the top of her head. “Try and remember, try and remember everything, please. We were all so worried when you disappeared too, we want to know what happened to you, I have to know Hermione…”

They stayed in that embrace for a few more moments until Hermione’s tears and hiccups began to subside. When she was calm again she pulled away from Fred just enough to look up into his face. “You’re always there for me, Fred.”

He smiled and nodded, kissing her forehead gently. “Go get some rest, I’ll see you soon.”

Hermione nodded as he let go of her and picked up the blanket from the couch, draping it around her shoulders. He paused a few seconds to stare at her and she tried her best to smile back, but they both knew it was hard. He bid her goodbye and left, and when she heard the portrait hole close behind him, she sighed and fell back onto the soft cushions.

“What was all that about?”

Hermione gasped in terror and turned around to see Draco coming down his stairs. “I forgot you were here…”

He smirked. “I didn’t know you were so lax when it came to the rules.”

She sighed. “Please don’t do this to me now, they’re my friends. It’s not like they came back into the castle to do something awful.”

No, just mess around with the feelings of the girl I like. Draco shook his head. No, I don’t like Granger. “I had no idea you were so close to those childish twins.”

“They’re not childish.”

Draco raised an eyebrow as he sat down on the opposite end of the couch. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Hermione turned towards him. “You don’t even know them! You don’t know anything about my friends, you don’t even know anything about me!”

Where was all this coming from? “Why don’t you just go lay down?”

“Why don’t you just leave me alone?”

“Why did you kiss me?”

Hermione pulled the blanket tighter around her and cast her eyes down to the ground. “Why can I remember that, but not what happened between then and now?”

Draco shrugged. “I’d be surprised if you didn’t remember a kiss with me.”

“You’re insufferable!”

He shrugged again. “Just tell me why you kissed me so I can move on.”

Is he thinking about it, too? “I don’t know, I guess I was just caught up in the moment. The whole night it was like being with a stranger…”

“Except when you were kicking pebbles at me.”

Hermione chuckled. “I’m sorry about that… But you did deserve it.”

Draco picked up the pillow from under his arm and handed it to Hermione. “You were a pretty decent date.”

“I guess that’s a compliment.”

“It most certainly is! You have to be pretty important to be seen with me.”

“So you think I’m important?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You tell me.”

Hermione sighed and stood up, clutching the pillow to her chest under the blanket and turning away from him. “You were very sweet that night, I forgot I was with a Slytherin. All girls want to have a fairytale night and you were making it very possible, I guess I wanted to thank you… Or something…”

Draco reached out and placed his hand on her hip. “There are others way you could’ve thanked me, Granger.”

Hermione hit his hand away but didn’t move from her spot. “What you said… About everyone thinking I was easy… Is that true?”

He sighed and stood up, placing his hands on her hips. “Why did you want to change?”

She shook her head. “It’s none of your business. People notice me now, that’s what matters. Never in a million years would you have asked me to the dance if it wasn’t for how I look now.”

“I asked you to save you the embarrassment of admitting no one had asked you.”

“You asked me to dance.”

“Because we were at a dance.”

“You slapped my…”

Draco laughed. “You act as if you’re the only girl I’ve ever done that to.”

“You followed me outside.”

“It was either that or be left alone looking like a fool.”

“You gave me your jacket when I was crying.”

“I didn’t want to risk catching a cold if you got sick, we share living quarters you know.”

“You offered your hand to me…”

“Because you looked like you were going to fall over.”

“You kissed me back…”

Draco sighed and dropped his hands from her waist. “You looked very beautiful.”

Hermione clutched the pillow tighter. “You looked very handsome.”

Because of the light from the fire, the small smile that appeared on Draco’s lips looked more sinister than sincere. “Don’t expect me to say it again, but you are an excellent kisser.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Were you expecting me to be bad? It’s not like you were my first kiss.”

Draco started backing up and heading towards his stairs. “Yes I know, the whole school saw your makeout sessions with Blaise. I guess for a first kiss he’s a better choice than Weasley, eh?”

She turned sharply towards the direction of his voice and threw the pillow at him. “I’ll have you know that my first kiss was with a Weasley!”

Draco’s mouth dropped. “You really did have a thing with that idiot?”

Hermione stormed up to him. “I’ve never had an ounce of interest in Ronald.”

“Then-,”

“Fred Weasley was my first kiss, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

















A/N
Hooray for posting 2 chapters in 2 days! I hope you guys like it! I’m gonna try really hard to get back to fast updates, hopefully it’ll start happening


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