“Can you do it, Granger?” He managed to ask her in exasperation. He placed his hand on his hip and the other on his forehead in hopes to ease the migraine that was beginning to grow. Draco knew it would be difficult to convince her, especially her, the Gryffindor princess, to do the job. He’d have to think of another way to convince her, but there was no time.
“Can you do it?” he repeated as he locked eyes with the brown-eyed Gryffindor.
“Wait Malfoy, I—” She shook her head in disagreement. A scowl formed on her face as she turned away from him. She didn’t want to, she couldn’t. He took a step towards her, closing the distance they had between them until he was only inches away from her face.
“No excuses, Granger,” he growled at her. “YES or NO?” he replied sharply.
Her body stiffened as she felt his hot breath hit her cheek. Immediately, she cursed herself for even reacting to the prat. Hermione looked up hoping he wouldn’t notice the change of color on her face. Luckily, it was dark and she mentally praised Merlin for the lack of light in this forest they were standing in. He made no indication of even acknowledging her reaction, so she shook her head again in disagreement once more.
He sighed. Draco was getting really tired of repeating himself.
“Granger…no…Hermione, please…” he spoke her first name in hopes that she would understand his frantic actions.
Malfoy seemed desperate, almost like he was starting to beg. He thoughtlessly rubbed his jaw as he waited for an answer, only fixated on her. She always took this as a sign of his impatience. Damn, she thought. Her eyes refused to meet his and she didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to resist those eyes of his that convinced her to do everything against her will just by merely gazing into them. Those silver eyes that pierce through her brain, her logic, the only thing she has going for her, with one look she could not control her actions. However, she did not want to help him out either. Her thoughts sped like lighting through her brain trying to come up with a good excuse to refuse him.
“You think I would ever help a death eater?” she blurted out her reply with false disgust, anticipating that he was convinced that she had no plans to aid him.
The moment the words had come out of her mouth, her stomach flipped from the guilt of mentioning his troubled past, but that was the only excuse she could think of to stall him. Not that it seemed convincing at all, she just hoped it would be enough to put him off and push him away. Hermione watched as Draco’s reaction turned out to be one she didn’t expect. As she watched one of his pale brows shoot up and the corner of his mouth rise into that all-famous Malfoy smirk. She watched him carefully as he chuckled and opened his mouth to speak.
“No, Granger, definitely not a death eater, but you certainly would help me,” the smirk on his face grew wider.
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