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"I don't know what you're talking about!" Draco was standing stalk still at the door frame not daring to look at the woman who was the girl.
"Don't fuck me around Malfoy; did you know all along it was me?" She spat now standing in the heart of the tub, her shorts and T-shit now clinging to her curved body with great enthusiasm.
Draco turned to look at her and swallowed hard at the sight of every inch of her torso; only veiled slightly by the wet cotton. Her whole body was rigid and shaking, Draco had to mentally slap himself as he actually found himself being turned on by the site of her drowned rat look. Draco walked out of room leaving her shivering in the bath. Hermione kicked the side of the wall and slumped unceremoniously back into the cool water. She sat bolt upright clutching her knees shivering in the cool water. She slapped the water angrily hating Draco Malfoy, for no real reason except the fact that he had one over on her.
"Why didn't you tell Me Draco…Draco Answer me…DRACO?" She screamed demanding an answer from him.
Draco re-entered the room silently, his arms behind his back, a calm yet resolute look on his face. Hermione tried to stand but slipped and ended up back on her ass, her arms crossed over her shaking chest. If looks could kill Draco Malfoy would have died years ago, however the look Hermione was giving him at that moment seemed enough on its own to stop the man from living. She was livid, the cold water surrounding her seemed to be at boiling point, Draco was sure that any minuet now he would find steam rising from the girl like a pressure cooker.
"I have something I want to show you." He said calmly looking straight into the currently Mocha eyes. (Hermione's eye's bizarrely changed color with season)
She didn't reply instead she looked at him like she needed a total explanation, like she had been a child kept in the dark for so many years. She searched Draco looking for the clue, the key to their past, just something solid that showed her she wasn't just hallucinating.
From behind his back he pulled two very tattered but well cared for sandals. The little brown straps were torn and ratty but he held them with such delicacy as if they were made of glass.
"How long have you known?" Hermione asked tentatively reaching her finger out to stroke the tiny sandal.
"All my life, I knew it was you the minute I got on the Hogwarts express, I could tell it was you by your eyes." He said staring into those eyes now.
"Why didn't you tell me then?" She asked tears pouring down her already wet cheeks. She was shaking worse than ever now and her breathing was labored. She didn't allow him to answer; he seemed incapable of speech his mouth opening and shutting but no sound coming from him.
"I didn't know if you were real, I thought I was mad. I thought about you for years. I used to sit in my bed when I was little and pray to god that the little dessert boy would be safe. I even did it when I was at Hogwarts: When all along the boy I was praying and weeping for was under my nose calling me a mud blood, Stealing my books, Pulling my hair and making my life a living hell. You make me sick!" She tried to step out of the bath but found herself half slipping half fainting into the arms of Draco.
She huffed but she did not struggle, she was too weak and she was sick of this falling into his arm thing, more often than not he seemed to be there to catch her. This fact only made her more irritated. Draco silently lifted her totally out of the bath, cradling her in his arms, the sandal still dangling from his finger. He did not carry her to her room, instead he carried her to the living room and placed her on the floor on top of a bean bag, he knew heat rose, so the closer to the ground they were the cooler they would be, well in theory anyway. He walked to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of cold water and another bottle which contained "Iceberg Vodka". The drink of Russian Wizards, It was so cold that as you took a swig you could feel the cold trickle down your insides sending shivers through your body. He sat unceremoniously beside Hermione, and opened the vodka and took a swig while handing Hermione the water. Hermione however grabbed the Vodka off of him and took a deep drink of it, choking slightly she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"You're a bastard!" She spat before lifting the bottle to her mouth and drinking again.
"You don't know anything about me Granger!" HE grabbed the bottle back off of her and drank again.
"Sure I do, you thought that you'd repay me for saving you by being a total nasty bastard!" She shouted pointing her finger dangerously close to his face.
"I was brain washed, I was left in that dessert so that my dad could break my mind down, only so he could build it back up, I saw your act of kindness as pity, and I had that totally warped Mud Blood thing going on, plus you were best friends with the boy who I was told to hate and kill if possible and to top it off you beat me in every class making sure every time I saw my father I got cursed because you were smarter than me!" He shouted bearing his soul to the hard faced girl.
"Look granger I know that these are not excuses, but they are some sort of reason. My father warped my mind to the point of no return. I had no Idea what the real world looked like. It's like being told your whole life that wine is water, so why would you think any different, it's what you know." He took another swig of the vodka as if to punctuate his point.
As if in a sort of acceptance Hermione shrugged her shoulders in defeat. Then took the bottle back off of him and drank then slumped into her bean bag, looking at the ceiling.
"Malfoy, was me saving you in the desert the thing that made our bond stronger?" She asked contemplating.
"Perhaps, you always were smarter than me Granger you would know." He said chuckling slightly, even when she was tipsy she was thinking.
Suddenly she stood; "my clothes are crusting to my body, I hate it when that happens," She was right the once wet clothes were now sticking to her body in a crusty fashion, dried suddenly by the extreme heat in the flat.
She staggered off to her room and returned seconds later wearing a tight white wife beater and a pair of Harry's boxers.
"Are those Harry's?" Draco asked his face contorted with confusion.
"It disturbs me that you know what Harry's under pants look like Draco." She laughed. It wasn't hard to identify Harry's boxers as most of them have his initials printed on the waist band with a crown on top of the HP. Harry's tribute to his own Libido.
Draco chuckled along with her as she toppled onto the bean bag, she grabbed her wand and wrapped her hair into a bun then slid the long wand through the tight bun, as she released her grip, the bun unravelled then was caught by the wand allowing her hair to stay in a relaxed mess on the back of her head.
"When you stopped being a nasty bastard, why didn't you tell me who you were then?" She asked turning her head to look at Draco's profile. The anger was gone in her voice diluted by the alcohol.
"Didn't see the point, I knew you'd be angry. I seem to piss you off almost every day; I didn't think there was any need to aggravate you further." He said looking into the distance.
"I can be a rite bitch I suppose!" She said giggling slightly, sadistically laughing at the night she kicked him in the balls.
The heat in the room was stagnant, like an oven. The two young adults sat on the floor swigging booze and making small talk. Beads of sweat trickled from Draco's head making his hair stick to his fore head.
"Truth or dare?" Hermione shouted loudly making Draco start. She was drunk; he could tell she was; she always wanted to play this game or twister when she was drunk. But since he was drunk as well, he agreed.
"Truth!" he exclaimed.
"Did you honestly sleep with Pansy in second year?" Hermione asked looking at him as if to say why!
"Yes, we were friends and we both wanted to loose our virginity, so we did it in Snape's potion cupboard." He said with his head in his hands shaking it.
"Granger you ask me that question every time we play this game, don't you believe me!" he said looking at her pleadingly.
"I'm always pissed when we play this so I rarely remember what I ask any one. Also I know it really bugs you so that's why I ask you every time!" she finished with a smug little smirk. As if to say; "I can be a prick too"
"Truth or dare?" he asked shaking his head at the deviousness this girl possessed.
"Truth!" she exclaimed clapping her hands, pleased by the fact that Draco was continuing with the game.
Draco thought long and hard then asked laughing slightly; "Have you ever done anything lesbian-ish?" he smirked at the end as he saw Hermione blush even through her flushed cheeks.
Hermione cleared her throat; "Yes, but I can not tell you who with, cause that would incriminate them. I was 16 and I was experimenting and I can I assure you I did nothing for me!" Hermione stopped herself, why was she assuring him of all people that she was not a lesbian.
"Ha you're a big dyke!" Draco shouted laughing and clutching his stomach, he had already heard about Hermione's lesbianism from Ron. She had snogged lavender, not so bad, but he thought she was funny when she was worked up.
"Shut up !" she shouted over his laughter, she was in a rage now.
She jumped up and pointed at him her finger shaking inches from his nose. "You listen to me Mr Malfoy; I don't know why I trusted you. You don't miss a beat do you, you can't just be civil." She shouted tears welling up in her burning eyes.
"Oh for fuck sake Granger, Why do you have to take everything so seriously, I was joking or can't you take a joke!" He shouted back.
"You're not a fucking comedian Malfoy, No… you're a spiteful little boy who needs to get digs at people!" she screamed back at him her face inches from his.
"Maybe if you weren't such a fucking killjoy, you'd be able to define between a joke and an insult!" He shouted back at her lowering his face slightly so that their noses nearly touched.
"I am not a Killjoy!" She shouted and as if to prove her point she grabbed Draco's face and pulled his face to hers and kissed him with all the gusto she could muster. Draco as if prepared for this moment his whole life grabbed her round the waist and pushed her against the wall, lifting her arms above her head he held them with one hand as he ran his thumb down her side tracing the outline of her every curve. She shivered under his touch and kissed him longingly, years of tormented foreplay now coming to some form of a summit.
Draco lifted Hermione's slender frame from the ground, she wrapped her legs possessively round his waist. He pushed her harder against the wall, lifting her higher so that his face was now at her collar bone. He slipped his thumbs under the hem of the vest she was wearing and lifted it over her head. Revealing her round breast pushed against his chest. He grabbed his own shirt and lifted it over his head; it rubbed against Hermione's legs burning them slightly with the heat, urgency and friction. It was now bare flesh on bare flesh.
"Draco what are we doing?" she asked, with no panic or desperation in her voice
"I don't know?" Draco mumbled as he nestled his head into the crook of her neck biting it softly, something he had wanted to do for years.
Hermione tilted her head back, pushing her body off of the wall and further into Draco's hard chest. He stumbled back slightly as she clenched firmly to him. She made no move to uncoil her slender legs from Draco's firm torso. She gently tilted her head back and shook her head letting the bun that had once been there fall out, as she did this her wand fell to the floor. Draco made to let go of her so that she could get it but she kept her legs clenched then did something that Draco didn't know any human could do never mind Hermione. She slowly yet steadily bent backwards until her hands were touching the ground while her legs were still wrapped around Draco. She looked around and found her wand she grabbed it quickly and shot back up faster than she had gone down giving her self a terrible head rush. She wobbled slightly and Draco grabbed her tighter, he knew she was drunk and now dizzy; he was having an internal fight between his conscience and his sex drive.
"Your room or mine?" she whispered seductively into his ear, as she did this she nibbled his lobe gently sending shivers down the side of his neck and making his conscience's argument a lot weaker.
Draco didn't answer instead he jogged with Hermione round his waist to the nearest room, His. Any one who would have looked in on this situation would have laughed hysterically at the site of this proud man trying to jog, hold a girl and not ejaculate with the sheer excitement.
As he entered he placed Hermione on to his neatly made bed, covered in fine periwinkle blue sheets. Hermione suddenly took a mental note of the similarity between the bed sheets and the shade of her Yule ball dress. 'Was this intentional?' she wondered to herself!
Draco lowered himself onto Hermione kissing her tenderly, a flood of heat filled from the pit of her stomach through her every nerve, as if she had been waiting and wanting this for far longer than she had expected. She noticed with a Malfoy like smirk that he was very well endowed, when she felt how well her eyebrows shot up passed her hair line, he chuckled softly into the side of her neck, he kissed her slowly and Hermione smiled and almost laughed through the kiss… A loud banging came from the front door.
"Shit who the hell could that be?" Hermione slammed her fist into the mattress as Draco leapt off of her grabbing a shirt and his wand.
"It'll be Harry checking up on us or something!" He smiled and waved a nonchalant hand.
She sat up frustrated on his bed, wrapping the sheets around her chest she swept one hand across the smooth shimmering materiel, it looked like the ocean, and she was the little island of peace. She heard the murmurs of frantic voices and then something that sounded like a choke.
"Malfoy, who is it?" she shouted from his room in a half sweet, half impatient tone of voice.
Draco did not answer; instead she heard large thudding footsteps coming closer to her with some less resolute ones stumbling. She was shocked when she saw Draco's face screwed up in pain. A tall dark man was behind him pointing a long thin piece of wood to his back.
The man looked shocked at first to see Hermione in Draco's bed but then he tilted his head back and laughed a deep booming laugh which although loud seemed to have no happiness in it.
"Well what do we have here, Draco old chum!" the man looked hungrily at Hermione's bare flesh. She struggled to cover up from the strangers glances then suddenly realization flooded her face making her peer at the man curiously.
"Blaise?" she asked in an unsure tone of voice.
"Ah the mud blood whore recognizes me!" he exclaimed bowing extremely low though not taking his wand off of Draco's back.
Before Hermione could try and find her wand Blaise had used the axio charm to obtain it sending it flying from the bedroom floor towards him.
"Sit beside your filthy slut Draco!" Blaise said in a calm yet frightening voice.
Draco's heart was pounding as his once friend held him and the woman he loved to death. He pushed himself up the bed so that he was sitting next to Hermione who was now trembling, her nerves had barely withstood the war, and he wondered if she could hold it.
" SO Granger, when was it that our mutual friend here started falling for you, only I want to pin point the moment when my best friend, my blood brother and my sworn ally turned into my worst enemy! Well I knew you were here Draco but I thought didn't expect to find her in your bed. I thought she would be too tight for you Draco. She's a prude, a bookworm, a filthy wench and above all things she is a mud blood Draco!" He spat, tears of betrayal trickled down is black and dry face.
He passed the room rubbing his dirty head, and trying to straighten his focus. The once charming stallion of Hogwarts had turned into a bumbling fool who had voices in his head.
"Draco, for Merlin's sake you betrayed your family, my family, Pansy's family, you sold us all out for a chance of fucking her. HER… the know it all, potter fucking, bushy haired, little skinny runt who WE hated, Draco you hated her more than you hated Potter, now that's something." He said looking pleadingly at Draco, as if he would stand up any minute and tell him that it was all a big joke!
Instead Draco sat up slightly and looked at his old friends face: "Blaise you know as well as I that the shit our parents taught us was well… shit. They brain washed us into believing that evil was the only solution to the problem, that killing was the only way to cleanse our life not loving or caring. We were expected from birth to become death eaters, as babies we were marked out as murderers. There seemed to us no other path. Well I found it I found a way to be true to myself. And that something was Hermione!" Draco did not break eye contact with Blaise and while he spoke he slowly stretched his hand out to cup Hermione's trembling fist. When he touched her she did not flinch or pull away, instead she relaxed her hands and gently wound her fingers around his.
Blaise saw this little gesture and pointed Hermione's wand at them: "Are you ready to die by your own wand mud blood and the Blood traitor. Wont use my own sorry Draco it's a fake!" at this point he laughed hysterically at his own joke. "Ah perhaps we should postpone the killing for a few hours. I think I should get re acquainted with you Granger. It could be like a reunion shall we say and Draco you really should watch I think it would be interesting for you to see what the mud blood can really do when a real man handles her." Hermione's fingers tightened around Draco's as she grasped the meaning of Blaise's threats.
He walked slowly to the side of the bed, and then leaned his face into Hermione's: "Now you listen here mud blood, I'll save him if you do what I say. Either way your going to die if not for the damage you've caused then just for the fact your filthy, yet some how gorgeous." He then ran his gnarled and dirty finger down her cheek, as Draco pulled her away he grabbed her face with such force the inside of her cheek grated painfully against her teeth. She slipped her hand which was still holding Draco's down in-between there bodies as if to hide there bond from the lunatic. As she did this she suddenly felt a large, long and hard object that she was sure wasn't Draco just being pleased to see her. She let go of Draco's hand and instead pushed his hand further down to feel the wand, her wand which Blaise had not taken. He squeezed her fingers in recognition; Blaise was sitting on the end of the bed manically whistling a jumbled tune as he pulled off the large boots covering his feet. And that's when it happened.
Draco stunned Blaise before the mad man could react, he fell to the floor and banged his head on the cabinet as he did. Hermione at the exact same moment had drop kicked the dirty man and come into contact with the spell which equally knocked her out.
"Hello!" Draco was leaning over her smiling.
"Where's Blaise?" she asked hurriedly.
"Snape and Harry have taken him away!"
"How long was I out for?" she asked sitting realizing that she had her top half covered again.
"An hour, Harry and Snape turned up just as you drop kicked the death eater!" he chuckled helping her to her feet.
"Did I get hit with your spell, why did you not do the counter curse sooner?" she questioned.
"Oh I did try and get you up only you had fallen asleep during the curse! I think it might have been the vodka and the heat!" he smiled leading her through to the kitchen.
"How did Blaise get through Snape's Charms?" Hermione asked picking up the discarded bottle of water and drinking deeply.
"This is a funny one, the over grown bat only protected the flat against magic. He didn't think that a wizard would just kick the door down!" he chuckled as he grabbed the bottle from Hermione and took a swig before handing it back to her.
"I wonder what would have happened had he tried to curse us?" Hermione said weakly.
"What?" Draco asked perplexed.
"The whole mystic bond thing, I wonder what would have happened!"
"I'm glad we didn't find out. I must say I was very impressed by your drop kick!" he mustered another smile.
"I was very impressed by the size of your… ok is this water?" she stopped abruptly realizing what she had almost said. Just then Harry ran in.
"Ooooh thank god you guys found this, it's my VERITAS Serum I couldn't find files so I just keep the stuff in water bottles, forgot to warn you!" Harry grabbed the bottle and ran back out the door.
"You were saying?" Draco pressed grinning broadly.
"Em… em you drank it too… but I was saying…!" Hermione terrified at what would come out of her mouth next lunged at him and kissed him passionately. No terrifying death eaters to interrupt them this time, they both headed to the bedroom and both their hands on the magic clock moved to the same position!
THE END