Chapter Seven
Hermione was anxious. Hermione might be brave and courageous, but that doesn't mean she wasn't anxious because she sure as hell was. She had made sure all day that no one was making Draco uncomfortable, not that any of her classmate's taunts or stares would make Draco uncomfortable. But that wasn't to say that she was going to sit there and let it happen. Whether Hermione liked it or not Draco was her husband, she wasn't going to let anyone disrespect him.
The day hadn't been that bad, it was mostly just stares that came their way, but Hermione stared right back. Gradually the number of stares dwindled throughout the day. As the day carried on Hermione had one worry in the back of her mind, potions. Before they had entered the dungeons, Draco took a minute and comforted Hermione.
And that was that. Hermione was satisfied, she was anxious about the bond kicking into full effect, but she could do this. She wasn't alone, she had Draco and they were both going to do whatever they had to. They were going to get through this.
Before they opened the doors, you could hear the students from the inside, like neither of the students, have ever experienced before. As soon as Draco pushed the door open every single student inside the room seemed to stop talking at the same time, and every single eye turned to face the couple in the doorway.
Hermione did not like this, she didn't like this at all. She wasn't sure if she could even walk into the room, but she knew she had to. She honestly didn't have a choice, Hermione was no coward and she wasn't going to allow anyone to have that notation. All of the sudden everyone in the room looked away as fast as they could, Hermione wasn't sure what had changed but she had a feeling Draco has something to do with it. Hermione hadn't realized that she had still been frozen in the doorway until Draco put his hand on her lower back and lead her into the classroom. While Hermione appreciated, him looking out for her that was a little unnecessary. She looked up at him and narrowed his eyes, which in return he just smirked.
When they got inside the classroom Hermione looked around and noticed the only table left was the one in the front where they had their accident yesterday. Hermione also noticed that the only person looking at her was Harry, who gave her a sympathetic smile, all Hermione could give in return was her own weak smile. Next to Harry sat Ron, who was looking down at the table, even though nothing was there, he was also a brilliant red. Hermine felt a twinge of pity for him. Once she would have done anything to be with him, but after the war, their romance has fizzled until it faded away into nothing. In hindsight Hermione couldn't really say she was surprised, they were two different people who were not destined to be together.
Draco and Hermione sat down at the table and shared a glance, it all came to this. Hermione was not familiar with bonding. If she would've had the chance she would've run to the library and read all about it. Maybe today when they visited the library he would stay long enough to allow her to do some homework and read. Class started and Hermione started taking dutiful notes, as she has in every class she has ever been in. Apparently, Draco decided it wasn't worth the effort, anytime Hermione glanced at him he was staring off into space, most likely not listening to anything Slughorn said. Hermione also couldn't ignore the constant drumming of his fingers, which he was most likely aware of the fact it was driving Hermione crazy.
All the sudden she knew, she knew it was time. One quick look at Draco confirmed that he knew it was too. It was as if she couldn't get enough air, she tried to continue getting air into her lungs without gasping. She didn't want to draw any more attention to them, no one knew what was happening. That was except for the couple and both Ron and Harry. She didn't want anyone else to know.
Her heart started pounding, and she was sure she was probably perspiring. Another look at Draco proved to be a mistake. The moment she locked eyes with him she could feel the bind hit full force. Draco was also feeling these symptoms of anxiety, so Hermione was feeling it twice fold. She was suddenly swimming in feelings, she couldn't determine which were hers and which belonged to Draco. She was lost. Looking at Draco again she saw his clear, gray eyes turn into a dark stormy gray, the same moment she was hit with a wave of lust. She wasn't a stranger to these feelings, but in all honesty, she has never felt it with this intensity. All she could think about was Draco. What his long, lean body would look like naked, inside their bedroom. What his hands would feel like on her skin, what it would feel like to feel his heat.
Suddenly, he got an image in her head, it was her. Naked and panting, laid out on their bed. She knew this was not an image she had produced, but one that had originated in Draco's head and made its way to hers. Her face became aflame with embarrassment. If she saw an image from his mind it would only make sense that one of hers and into his head. Which only fueled her embarrassment. Hermione wanted to leave class as she knew this wasn't appropriate and she wanted to process these thoughts away from the public eye. Plus, Draco would have to go with her and she did not want to be alone with him at this second. She didn't trust herself, and she definitely didn't trust him.