Harry Potter and the Cockblock Instinction

Part IV: The First Fight

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1 Month Later

"Hermione-"

Footsteps pound heavily against the hard floors.

"Hermione, don't do this-"

The front door angrily swings open.

"-Please!"

She slams the door behind her.

He doesn't hesitate to follow.

He runs after her, takes a hold of her forearm and spins her around into his arms. Gripping her tightly, but not too tight to scare her, he looks at her with pleading eyes.

"Please, just listen to me."

She glares at him angrily, flames dancing in her eyes. "Why should I?!"

"Because whatever they said doesn't matter."

She struggles and tries to put her defense lessons to use.

He knows what she is trying to do because he is the one who convinced her to take the lessons in the first place.

Somewhere in his body, multiple places, he is hurt. He is hurt that she is trying break free from him as if he were trying to hurt her.

She wants to go back. One month, one week, one day-back to where they had no troubles.

But he doesn't want to. He wants to fight through this. So they can be stronger.

And he tells her just that.

"Believe in me. I know my parents can be inconsiderate at times-"

"Inconsiderate?" she breathes out in disbelief. "No, inconsiderate would be your mother calling me a mudblood, Draco."

He sees the hurt in her heart reflecting from her tear welled eyes.

"Your father said I was "no better than scum" and that I'd taint his precious son. Your mother asked if I had you under a spell or if I influenced you to shag me till I was pregnant."

His grip tightens. He can feel his whole body stiffen at Narcissa's irresponsible accusation.

"I want to be with you, but I don't want to pretend like what they say doesn't hurt me."

He is afraid of what might be coming next and he can't bear the thought of it. Of her leaving him. He chants "please don't" repeatedly until it is a tongue twister.

"And Merlin forbid, we have children one day!" She looks sharply at his eyes. "What do you think they'll say if their own grandparents deny their very existence?!"

He stops her by enclosing his palms against the sides of her face. He presses their foreheads together, their noses bumping lightly.

He watches the tears roll down her eyes, and he promises himself to never be the reason ever again.

"You want to have my children?" He can't help but smile.

She breathes out a giggle. "After all I said that's the only thing you remember?"

He leans in closer and says softly, "Hermione, you don't know what you are to me."

He feels the confusing crease in her eyebrows.

Her eyes meet his, and immediately, he feels at peace.

"You are my beacon, Hermione Granger."

He kisses her forehead. "You're the best thing that's-"

"-Ever happened to him and although he's the biggest git in the world, he's absolutely mad for you."

They turn to see Harry standing with his hands in his jean pockets, leaning against the heels of his feet. He smiles.

"Bloody hell, Potter," Draco murmurs.

"What are you doing here?" asks Hermione, astonished at his sudden appearance.

Harry walks closer to the couple. "Just passing by."

"Bullshit." Draco glares and entwines his arms tightly around Hermione. "Can't you see we're busy?"

"Well, you were taking an awfully long time to confess your love for 'Mione, so I thought I'd just do you a favor."

Draco cocks a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. "Wait, aren't you supposed to be lecturing students in Durmstrang?"

"'Mione, mind if you make me some tea?"

"Oh, sure Harry." He smoothly intercepts Draco's hold on Hermione and leads her back to her loft.

Draco looks on furiously.

"Don't ignore me! Fucking Potter! Get back here!" he orders before quickly jogging after them. "AND LET GO OF HER!"

A/N: Poor Draco. Even I was in the mood before Harry, you know, cockblocked everything.

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