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What: Striking a deal.
When: Early evening of the 15th
Where: House 26
Summary: After giving it some thought, Draco's decided that he had to be the one to discuss things with Hermione whether he liked it or not. The DA was still a stupid idea in his opinion, but it couldn't hurt to ask about it, right?
Rating: G-ish.

Honestly, he was surprised he wasn't sunburned given how long he had been out at the south lake earlier in the day. Draco usually took refuge at the lake as his thinking place, and he definitely had a lot to think about. Recent events have had quite a bit weighing on his mind, and the fact that while she had returned Potter hadn't arrived yet didn't help matters. Add on the fact that a friend was nearly killed because she couldn't properly defend herself against someone so strong and you had a Draco who really wished Luceti would just give up.

He Apparated from the lake as the sun shifted in the sky, signaling the early evening. As he stood on the porch of his house, he looked down the road to House 26 where he knew Granger and Weasley were. He knew he shouldn't bother, but it had been bothering him for a while now. That nagging notion that something should have been done, they should have been doing something to help people like Xion or others. Like they had before Hermione was sent home. He was good at ignoring it for a time, writing it off as silly heroics, but in light of the current situation?

"Bloody Gryffindors."

He stepped off of the porch and marched up the road to House 26, stopping at the front door and knocking. All he could do was hope that it was Hermione who answered and not Weasley.

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Having returned at the beginning of the month, Hermione was grateful the effects from her time under experimentation seemed to have worn off. However grateful, didn't mean she accepted certain facts readily. It'd be over a month since Lily and Harry were in the house and, while Ron was company, the house did feel more empty than usual. And... she was getting restless, far too restless. Reading the notebook Harry had indicated to her ages ago, only did more so.

For now, her time had been resorted to the library-- when certain abilities returned to her-- to do research and keeping the house up. Seeing as Ron was living on sandwiches for the short time it was up to someone to do something. But, really, Hermione had her mind elsewhere and into the bit of studies she'd worked into.

Thankfully for Malfoy, when he decided to come over was one of those times she'd been at the house rather than out. Frowning at the knocking, Hermione cast a look around before going to the door. The person on the other side made an eyebrow shoot up and a cold expression form.

"What do I owe the pleasure?" They were the same sort of dignified by cold mixture words she so often found herself saying.

"Save the pleasantries, I'm only here to discuss business," he cut her off, hands slipping into his pockets and leaning against the door frame. He may have appeared to be making himself casual, but really he was checking for any sign of Weasley being in the house. He wouldn't admit it, but it was still odd to him to have Hermione react...just as she should have. He hated the idea of having to work again to reach some sense of a civil acquaintanceship, but it would have to be done. He inhaled deeply, looking skyward before continuing.

"You're not busy, are you? I think this conversation may take priority to whatever it is you're doing."

Draco's response earned a glare as she folded her arms across her chest. Hermione's wand was tucked away, but she wasn't going to pull it out for something like this. Wherever Ron was, he wasn't in sight, but that didn't mean anything. Hermione could take care of herself, although the building frustration left so much to be desired.

"I fail to see why it is anything you have to say is so much more important that my business, Malfoy." Well, at least it wasn't as hostile as Ron may be.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, finally choosing to look down and lock his eyes with hers. He kept his expression blank, keeping mind of his own wand in his pocket.

"I want to talk to you about the DA." And that's all he said, deciding best to wait to see how she reacted. He could only imagine; after all, Draco Malfoy was asking about the DA.

Hermione rose a brow at him questioningly, keeping the eye-contact as he gave it. It wasn't like Malfoy to actually seek her out, so she had to note it down as another odd happening. Honestly, how much more of these would she have to face?

It was that particular thought when Draco dropped the perpetual bomb. The fierce look changed to surprise as Hermione found herself baffled. It took all she could not to keep the look of surprise before she spoke.

"And what on Earth could you possible want with the DA?" The question slipped before she caught herself because everything about that sentence was wrong. At least, from Draco Malfoy it was wrong. Then again, as much as Hermione hated it, she was missing too much to even begin to understand.

Ah yes, exactly the expression he'd predicted. He wasn't too surprised at her reaction, seeing how he would have reacted the same way; he had reacted the same way back then when Potter approached him with the intention of joining the DA. There he was, standing on the porch of the Gryffindor house and trying not to convince himself to blow off the whole idea and go home. But no. No, there were too many people that needed that extra step.

Well. Two that he could think he gave a damn about, three considering some days he did tolerate Tsuzuki, but it was enough for him. It was enough that he realized maybe he had to swallow his pride and ask Hermione for help.

Not that he would enjoy it in the slightest, but there was also the chance she'd say no.

"I can explain when we're inside." It was a blatant hint, but even he wasn't rude enough to just push past her into the house. He'd learned some manners in his time in Luceti.

There was too much about this situation that felt surreal. Hermione was almost positive she was somehow dreaming the whole thing up, but that was wrong. She knew there was a D.A. here before, but hadn't known where to start. There was too much she didn't know, after all. Which brought about the question of what part did Malfoy play in it, exactly? Hell, what part did he have in her life in general before here. This whole situation was absurd.

I can explain when we're inside. Unconsciously, Hermione bit the bottom of her lip in a familiar thought process. Several moments would pass before she caught herself. From here, it looked as if Malfoy was coming over threateningly and seemed sincere. As awful as he'd been over the years, she was a person in fair justice... But. No, if she wanted answers to her questions this wasn't the way to do it.

Hermione paused briefly before speaking.

"Fine," she responded evenly, keeping the authority to her tone, "but if you try anything don't think I'll listen to another word let alone let it go." Giving him an incredulous look she stepped aside, pulling the door further open.

Well, it was a start. He couldn't help but let his lips twitch a bit in what was threatening to be a smile as he pushed himself from the door frame. He had a long way to go, but at least she was willing to listen. Perhaps she wasn't hopeless after all.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied, though the tone was a light mocking one. It was funny how she still thought she was in control here. He was the one with the proposition and information, not her. He could control everything should he have wanted to. Instead though he slips into the house, easily wandering toward the sitting room as though it were his own home. He'd been there often enough that it may as well have been. It doesn't take long for him to hone in on an armchair and curl up into it, waiting for the girl to have a seat as well.

"All right. Go on. I know you're dying to ask questions, so out with it."

Hermione was still wary, a part of her knowing that no good would come of this. It was Draco Malfoy, after all. What reason did she have to trust him? For whatever reason, she trusted instinct this time with the mashed up knowledge she was gaining. Something had changed before, his reactions made her figure that much.

Biting back a retort at his phrase, Hermione watched him. Brows furrowing slightly as she watched him maneuver through the house. He hadn't been lying when he said he knew the house, but that left even more questions. She quickly caught herself before entering the sitting room herself. Frown etched on her visage, she took a seat opposite, brown eyes remained skeptical and alert.

What he said caught her by surprise. Unfortunately for her it showed on her features as well as her mind whirled.

"As you said before-- how am I to trust you're actually telling the truth?"

He shrugged at her question, lounging back in the chair and letting his eyes roam the walls. The truth was, there really wasn't a way for her to be assured he could be trusted beyond giving him the benefit of the doubt. Though if he were to say such, it probably wouldn't end well. He had to come up with a plan, of course, but in the meantime he'd settle for talking as his thought process ran.

"Who else are you going to trust, hmm? Besides, I can show you certain things in the journal to back up what I'm telling you, specifically about the DA. Would written proof be enough?"

"You appear to be forgetting both Harry and Ron are here as well," she retorted, hiding the upset in her tone. Really, she knew a bit, but not quite everything she wanted to know. She propped herself up in the chair, arms folded across her chest once more as she considered Malfoy's words.

Unfortunately for her, a part of her did want to give him the benefit of the doubt. There must have been a reason Malfoy sought her out about the D.A. and, as much as she hated to admit it, she was curious. Mulling over the thoughts, Hermione's mind raced deciding which course of action was best to take.

"And you can provide this written proof, is it?" First question out and she chewed on the next one a moment before speaking.

"Why is it you're so keen on helping? You've never done something before unless you have some benefit to you. Never mind the fact you practically admitted to there being some change having happened before."

"I don't really care about them at the moment. Besides, if you haven't noticed, Potter's not here currently." He was going to be blunt and to the point. The less time he spent in this house, the better.

Still...he reached for his journal and flipped through to an entry that's clearly locked to the DA. He practically waved it in the girl's face, leaning back in his chair again.

"I kind of have no options otherwise. Unless you really want my motivations, but good luck with that. Look. I'm only willing to tolerate this because no one else has. The DA's fallen apart, and because of it there are people out there that are at a disadvantage."

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Hermione was furtive, her sharp gaze hard, calculating and the hint of confusion. She really was getting tired of all this not knowing. Listening to Malfoy she rose a fine brow. "Impossible not to," she responded coyly, slight frustration leaking into her tone. Harry not being there had been a worry in itself.

Sharp eyes eyed the journal and the entry. The image was herself and it was locked but... Malfoy. Malfoy was in the D.A.? That fit considering his question, but why had he been... What happened that made them trust Malfoy enough to be in the D.A.?

Her attention shot back to Draco easily, furrowed brow and thin lined frown on her features as she listened. He was taking into consideration of other people, that was not the Malfoy she knew. Not in the least. And he'd come out of here in some sort of concern, that much was noticeable. Really, all of this was giving her more of a headache in one day than Luceti had in general almost.

Finally she took a breath.

"Explain." The word was simple and to the point.

He didn't say anything for a long moment, merely watching as she reacted just as he expected. As he expected, she was surprised, and as he expected, she was suddenly even more on guard than usual. Perhaps this hadn't been the best approach, but he gritted his teeth and pressed forward.

"Where exactly would you like me to start? In case you forgot, Granger, I'm not entirely likely just to tell you everything I know. Ask questions, you may receive answers."

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sorry it's late dear dsfdsg

/flips LJ into the sun omg I fail.

/flips everything with

\o/!

/o/ we make the best team

we totally do. It makes me happy <3

<3 we need to team up and take out the empire state building next

<3 it'd be like king kong meets godzilla

<3 oh can i be godzilla? he reminds me of REPTAR

<3 omg reptar. Yes. Yesyes.

I AM REPTAR /o/ Who would win in a fight, though?

...probably surprise!opponent Mothman.

Who would mothman be?

...(thinking) good question :|