Listen to Heartless by The Fray during the Harry scene. Was super fun to write to! Really excited about the feedback and support so thank you everyone! I've got some fun planned for these two later on. Muhaha. Again, I own nothing.
Instead of the light creeping in to rob her of her slumber, the obscenely loud clanking began to shake her from her reverie. Stretching her body out, her cringed at the stiffness in her limbs and in a replay of the night's events, she suddenly felt the sinking feeling hit the pit of her stomach. Her eyes opened wide, staring directly at a sleeping Draco rolled to face her, arm beneath her head, his other still thrown over her. The night was over, the moment was gone, and she had no idea what became of it now. Of all the toying and games he'd played at her expense for the past years, this by far was the most emotional wreck he'd mentally put her into. Slowly she began to roll over, sliding a leg out of the sheets, trying to search for the ground in an attempt to escape, the only thing she knew how to do at this moment.
Draco's hand slid from the length of her waist, dropping softly against the mattress as she climbed from the bed but it was enough to startle him awake at the sudden loss of her warmth. In his own dragging movements, he settled his elbow beneath him, propping himself up to watch her as she turned abruptly, cheeks flushing rose, to face him. Draco scowled himself as he placed his feet down onto the ground, turning himself away from her, his own unsure feelings taking hold. They both emotionally ran to their safe zone, tossing up masks and as many walls as they could quickly conjure up. Hermione stared at her bare feet, shifting her weight back and forth from leg to leg as she rung her hands together nervously, "I was going to make some tea."
Draco sighed, dropping his head, "Stop. Please stop trying to help." While he expected her to scamper from the room like most women, Granger slammed her hands onto her hips, her brows knit together angered by his nerve.
"Stop trying to help, Malfoy? You're a spoiled little brat, you know that? Why don't you go find daddy, I'm sure he's missing you by now." Bitterly she spat those few choice words, stomping her way around the bed, eyes flaring in gold specks. His hand shot out faster then he'd intended, grabbing firm hold of her wrist. With one quick jerk he whipped her around to face him, standing from the bed to close the distance between them, leaving the sheet to fall into a mess of fabric on her floor.
"Don't you talk like you know anything about me, Granger."
"You're right, Malfoy! I don't know anything about you. I thought I was starting to know Draco but it seems I was sorely proven wrong. Now. Let. Go. Because you don't know anything about me. I won't hesitate to put you back in the same state you came in as."
Her eyes were narrowed, teeth gritted with her lips pursed together to control her temper, her body rigid and ready to pounce. She surely was the cat backed into a corner now wasn't she? Her anger should have humored him, should have given him a good chuckle before he collected his things and strolled on to greener pastures, well, if there was one. Fact is, Draco didn't like asking for her help but he needed a safe lay low, he needed something he was never sure how to identify, right now, he needed her and he was quite content where he was.
"Oh I know you, Granger." He jerked her wrist, pulling her into him before he turned, shoving her back and onto the mattress. Hermione let a small scream escape her mouth but his hand was over it in mere seconds, his body over top of her, her quilt tangled around the bottom of their legs. Draco's face was inches from her own, the fine lines traced in anger. "And I know that I. Hate. You." His words were doused in venom, nearly growling in her face but she held her fire. Suddenly he gripped her hand, slamming it down onto his left forearm, keeping his hand planted firmly over her mouth. In a blink of her eye, Hermione felt the cold tingle tickling the palm of her hand and she felt Draco's body stiffen against her. Someone telling her that they hated her while lying between her legs, a top her, in such minimal amount of clothing was not exactly ideal and she tried in protest to hit his chest with her small hand. His marred flesh in that terrible symbol pulsed a horrible rhythm into her hand, making her heart race as that heat penetrated her from the inside out.
"I am a murderer. I am a Death Eater. I hate your kind." She whimpered beneath his fingers, closing her eyes tightly, "But I can't walk away." He mumbled as his hand slid away, lowering his mouth to brush against the corner of her own. Draco released her hand, moving his own to press into the pillow on either side of her head, lids closed, and breathing deeply above her. Chocolate hues remained shut off from the world, lifting her hand to brush along the sculpture of his cheekbone, breathing him in as he breathed her out.
This was not the boy who had just shut himself off, this was the man she kept catching fleeting glances of. She wanted to shove him to the floor and kick him repeatedly for jumping between the two. Every time she allowed her guard to drop, enter the cocky Malfoy in all his control freak nature. With every instance that he went cold, she'd curse herself for playing into his games when he'd do the 180 degree switch back but how could you blame her? Those lips, those words, that body…she was already coming undone at the seams from the mere anticipation. "Draco…" her voice was barely above a whisper as his lips moved to taste his name off from her lips but just as his bottom lip connected to her own; her bedroom door flung open, slamming full force into her dresser knocking over a few frames along the way. Hermione gasped outright, jerking her head to the door while Draco bit back a growl, lulling his head to the side to take in the intrusion. This better be good. Oh, was it good.
There scarhead stood with a nervous look slowly draining with the color in his face and turning into something much more Malfoy like. True hatred. Harry remained still as Draco leaned up a little further, chancing a glance down at Hermione who looked utterly in disbelief. Unbelievably slow did Harry enter the room, closing the door discretely behind him. His voice was low but ground into the air as he addressed them, "get the bloody hell off of her, Malfoy." Hermione was giving him a pleading look and while he would never accept it was for her, he moved to slide out of the bed, standing upright with his hands held up defensively. "This isn't what you think, Harry." Hermione was already sitting up, scooting to the other side of the bed towards Potter who seemed none too surprised that he was already there.
"He's a freaking Death Eater, are you crazy!?" Harry was past reasoning, ranting animatedly with his hands as he neared the now standing Hermione who was trying desperately to reason with him. "He's setting you up. He's setting us up! You can't trust him! What were you thinking?"
"Still right here, wonder boy," Draco motioned with his hand before he redressed his arms over his chest in a mirror perfect image of calm, leaning back against the windowsill with his ankles crossed in front of him. Harry's ferocious glare snapped to him only briefly before he grabbed Hermione by the shoulders, shaking her a little frantically to knock some sense into her. "You're going to get yourself hurt! You're going to…"
"Potter, your turn to get your hands off of her," Draco had righted himself from his lounging position, taking a single step closer but Harry had completely blocked him out as he shook Hermione in his hands, her curls flinging around wildly. "Hey!" Draco shouted loudly as he sent Harry stumbling back a few steps when his palm connected with his chest in a sharp shove. Draco took hold of Hermione's arm, steadying her with a narrowed distaste glowering his stare on Harry, "I said get your fucking hands off of her, Potter. She's not a bloody rag doll." Hermione brought her hands up to cover her mouth, those innocent eyes brimming with tears just threatening to spill as she turned her head to look up at Draco. How could he stand there looking like her savior with concern in his eyes when it would only take minutes before he was back to Jack Frost?
The scene almost knocked Harry back a couple more steps. First he gets the jaw dropping scribble she'd written stating that she was housing a refugee, ergo Malfoy, while she healed him followed by a quick, miss and love you all letter and as he comes to talk some sense into her brain, something he'd never thought he'd have to do, he stands watching Draco Malfoy intervene on Hermione's behalf. Even Malfoy wasn't this good of an actor. "Everyone is here. Ron, Ginny…" Draco rolled his eyes before removing his hand from Granger's arm to run his fingertips through his hair, smoothing it back away from his face. Of course the dream team was here, why else would Potter shut the door unless he was going to kill him? Well, maybe that was plan B. "I'll be in the kitchen." Harry offered an almost apologetic glance towards his friend before he slipped out of the door, firmly shutting it behind him.
Hermione let out a breath she hadn't been aware she'd been holding, dropping her hands from her face as she swallowed down her tears but her head snapped up to Draco as he pointed in her direction, tossing the fallen blanket back onto the bed all the while, "this isn't finished, Granger."
She lifted her chin defiantly, moving her head back to the door and presumably more of what was on the other side of it waiting for her, "I didn't expect otherwise."