Prompt: Head Boy & Head Girl - Nightmare
Pairing: Draco Malfoy & Hermione Granger
Rating: T, language.
Asked by: 50shadesofweasley
"So tell me about Weasley?"
Hermione's quill stilled on the parchment before looking up from her side of the coffee table. His book lay open to review the chapter for their test tomorrow but he wasn't looking at it. If he wanted to, he'd admit to himself that he had been staring at her for a while now. But he didn't want to.
"What about Ron?"
"I was under the impression that the two of you were together."
She turned back to her essay, and for a moment he thought she was going to ignore him.
"He and I didn't work out. I guess I should've thought so back in our fourth year, and probably every year after that, but I held onto the belief we were meant to be together."
"That's stupid."
Her quill jerk and a frown was aimed at him.
"I didn't think it mattered anymore."
"Give me a reason other then 'fate' that you wanted to be with him."
She sighed before answering him again.
"Because Ron meant a stable loving family. But as the years went on, and the more I saw him with Lavender, I realized that he wouldn't be happy with me. The more he grew jealous of Harry, the more I realized that in months, maybe years into our relationship he would grow jealous of me too. A relationship with Ron, other than friendship is toxic."
He didn't respond to her. Wrapped up in his own thoughts he simply closed his book and left for his room.
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That happened the evening after their night alone. Since then they barely talked to each other. Draco drowned himself in working his Quidditch team as much as he could, classes, homework, and studying for his NEWTs. He stayed out of the common room as much as possible.
He stared out into the pitch, for in only minutes students would be arriving for the Gryffindor and Slytherin match. He wasn't facing Potter anymore, and he was sure he could catch the snitch, but his head was filled with so much he doubted Voldermort himself could have waved a pair of lacy red knickers in his face and he wouldn't have noticed.
"Draco."
Turning around, he saw Hermione, out of breath, hands on her knees."Granger-"
"I ran all the way here from Transfiguration, I had to see you before everyone else arrived."
He grew confused as he walked closer to her, steadying her by placing his hands on her shoulders hoping she would catch her breath soon. Beneath his hand he could feel her heart beating wildly.
"Well, why?"
"Because, I want to know why you're upset with me!"
"What?"
"Don't look at me like that! You've been avoiding me all week! It's exhausting! I, I miss you. I miss talking to you!"
His confused expression melted and he pulled her into his arms once more, loving the feel of her small frame pressed to his tightly. This time her own arms were around him too. Finally, she caught her breath with a sigh.
"I've gotten out of shape since term started."
He chuckled and kissed the crown of her head before pulling away slightly, feeling a lot more focused.
"I have to get changed. The teams will be here any moment."
"I'll be rooting for you. I may be a Gryffindor, but you're my friend."
He tried not to looked shocked and threw on a smirk for her.
"You just know talent when you see it."
She smiled before pulling the front of his jumper and standing on his tip toes to plant a soft but firm kiss on his lips. Before she could pull away he wrapped his arms around her again and kept the kiss a few moments longer. Letting her go he tossed a wink at her and walked off the pitch into the locker rooms.
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"….And it's Malfoy with the snitch! Slytherin wins the game!"
He hovered his broom to the ground, not quite believing the snitch in his palm. Around him the students were loud with cheer, it became a dull roar. His team mates ran up to him, each clapping on his back before turning to each other. But as his feet hit the ground his butt hit first, and only half a second later warm, now familiar lips, were on his own. A familiar frame was in his arms and now grinning from ear to ear.
"Draco! You did it! I can't believe! Well of course I knew you would! But-"
"Granger?"
"Yeah?"
"Quit talking."
He moved his lips to hers again, loving the feeling of her melt against his mouth.
"Go steady with me!"
But she didn't hear him, she was pulling him up and blushing as his teammates teased. Grabbing her and pulling her into his embrace yet again, he whispered his question into her ear this time. She pulled away and nodded feverishly before hugging him.
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That night they slept together again, though like last time sex wasn't involved. No they cuddled, and this time it was his term to talk.
She listened with so much interest it was refreshing. The students didn't seem to mind their relationship, oddly enough. He expected threats, scornful looks, and even a letter or so from Potter and Weasley, but none of it came.
His parents had yet to be told though he wasn't sure what he thought of them knowing. They were vacationing in Paris while he was at Hogwarts, determined to work on their marriage. His father spend ninety six days in Azkaban before being released, that night they left.
"Hey you."
He was pulled their common room and into the arms of a waiting Gryffindor. He felt her smile into the kiss and he pushed her back, still connected, so her back hit the wall. Her breath hitched as he moved his lips across the cheek, down her neck, nipping at her pulse point, noting what made her breath hitch.
"Hey yourself Granger."
Their lips joined again, her fingers barely under his shirt. He finally pulled away and moved a strand of hair from her eyes.
"This is crazy."
"What is?"
"This feeling. I want to be with you, constantly. I want to kiss you, to be held by you, I-"
"It's not crazy Granger. I'm sure most girls get like that in my presence."
He chucked as she swatted his arm and kissed the knit in her brow, making her sigh.
"Prat. Do you-"
"I have to tell you now Hermione, I'm not good at expressing my feelings. Actions speak louder than words in my mind."
"Right. Well, if that's true than I expect many kisses."
He smiled softly at her before kissing her gently.
"Oh Granger, you have nothing to worry about. I'll be sure to kiss you plenty."
She smiled back at him and snuck her arms around his neck, bringing him in for another round of kissing.
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A week into their relationship Draco experienced something he had never experienced with Hermione before. He was out in the common room, she had went to bed almost an hour ago, when he heard a piercing scream. His heart stopped before he rushed up, knocking the coffee table over and rushed to her room. Like usual lately it wasn't even locked.
Hermione was tangled in her sheets, sweat beading on her forehead, face twisted in pain, and suddenly Draco remembered exactly where he had seen that image before. Rushing to her, he carefully held her, whispering soothing words to her, not quite sure if he wanted her awake or not. Her hands clutched his clothes as if she could feel it in her dreams. Taking a deep breath, he focused is own mind before muttering a spell and entering her own.
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"I don't have it!"
"Liar!"
Hermione twitched on the floor, the aftermath of another round of the torturing curse.
"I'm not! That one's a fake!"
"Do you know what will happen to filthy mudbloods once the Dark Lord rules over? You become slaves! And oh, I will ask for you specifically Mudblood. Your blood is fit to serve under House Elves! Oh, I have an idea!"
Draco watched as the knife was pulled out of his Aunt's dress and it gleamed in the evening sun. Her nightmares weren't fictionalized, this all was real. This is what he himself had to witness. The first cut Hermione proudly refused to call out for. But as it became clear Bellatrix wasn't done, small whimpers slipped out.
But it wasn't Dobby who came to her rescue. He saw himself step up from behind him, and stun his Aunt off of Hermione. He picked her up like he does now and carried her off towards the dungeons and the dream ended.
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"Draco?"
He looked at her then, to see her smiling. Tears dried on her cheeks, and she was gently touching his cheek.
"Granger, I'm-"
"Don't be sorry. You helped me. I, I don't have that nightmare often, it's usually when I get a little stressed that it comes out, but you. You helped me. Even if it didn't really happen-"
"I used Occlumency. I didn't-"
"Shush. Don't you think I know when someone's entered my mind? I trust you, with everything."
He kissed her then, relieved she wasn't mad.
"I trust you too Granger."
Her fingers touched the long scar down his forearm where the dark mark once stood. Now with Voldermort gone, for good this time, the mark faded leaving odd scars on the bodies of former death eater's. He resisted flinching away, curious to what she would do. He only wore short sleeves to bed, and lately he wore long ones so she wouldn't see. But it appears she had popped the button around his cuff and slid her fingers inside, feeling the bump.
"When you have children one day, what will you tell them about this mark?"
"The same that you'd say about yours."
She raised her eyebrow and in a bold move he admitted that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
"After all, they'll notice the funny marks on their mummy and daddy at some time. Our children are bound to be intelligent beyond words, look at the two of us."
Her body had stilled at the start of his words but gently eased back into comfort. In fact, she was now smiling brightly at him.
"And with an arrogant attitude like yours, we'll be receiving letters every day from poor Headmistress McGonagall."
"My attitude will be the cause of the letters hm? What about when they started slapping and pushing down bullies."
"As if anyone would bully our children. Wouldn't they know who their parents are?"
"A ministry official and Head Healer of Saint Mungo's?"
"Exactly."
Draco smiled before kissing her lips softly.
"And with being raised to think like that, we'll soon have a new Minister come from our family."
"Wouldn't that be wonderful? Finally, someone who wouldn't let the power get to their heads. Unlike every Minister besides Kingsley of course."
"Of course."
"We should get to bed shouldn't we?"
He stifled a yawn before nodding and moving them both under the covers.
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I'm sorry this one is much shorter! I really am! Next chapter is the last, plus it's an M rating. Not sure if it will be the best, because it's a 'first time' lemon, and I really suck at those.
Let me know how I've done so far?