gl- what i wouldn't give to find out why you think hermione is smiling... then again, i might not want to know. and please wait till i'm done with draco here before raping him, you might scar him for life. i just don't know how he'll ever get through the rest of the fic... hehe :D
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Elo
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Disclaimer: see chapter seven
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"Here, eat this." Madam Pomfrey shoved an odd yellow pill down Draco's throat. She held her hand over his mouth so he couldn't spit it out.
After swallowing, Draco blew up, "What the hell was that?" The pill wasn't that bad, but the aftertaste was murder! He grabbed the pitcher, still floating in the air, and gulped down its entire contents. The taste was still there, and worse than ever.
"That lovely taste in your mouth right now will go away once you drink your medicine. Until then, I hope you have a good night." Madam Pomfrey set down another pitcher, filled to the brim, on the floating tray.
Draco reached out for the new water jug and emptied it. An anguished yell slipped through his lips as the horrid flavour in his mouth intensified.
"Oh, did I forget to mention? The more water you drink the worse it gets." She turned to leave, a triumphant gleam in her eyes.
Hermione couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She just wanted to see, being her curious self. It wasn't often she got a chance, so she reached out a finger. She got her answer.
Draco tried miserably to stifle a squeak as his leg twitched involuntarily, face reddening with the effort.
"Mr Malfoy? My, you look warm," the nurse placed a cool hand on his forehead. "You haven't been over-exerting yourself again, have you? Forget that, of course you have." Pain in the ass or not, he was still her patient and she was devoted to healing those under her care.
Truthfully, Draco was only trying to hold in any more squeaks as Hermione bent to her temptation and mercilessly tickled his feet. Silently doubling over in laughter, Hermione's foot strayed and kicked Draco's butt. (yes ange, his very cute butt. happy?)
"DAMN!"
Hermione couldn't hold it in. She quickly covered her mouth so Madam Pomfrey wouldn't hear her hysterical laugher.
"I'll be back with something to help you sleep."
"NO! No, I'm fine, I just… uh… my leg fell asleep."
"Fine. I shall be back later to check on you." Giving Malfoy a warning glare, she left, shutting the door behind her.
Draco whipped the blanket off the bed revealing Hermione, tears streaming down her face. Her arm was wrapped around her stomach, which was sore from laughing. At the sound of the door closing, she lost all control and her laughter echoed throughout the room.
"What the hell were you doing, woman!"
She only laughed harder.
"Shut the hell up! Do you want Pomfrey coming back?"
This did little for Hermione, but she did stop laughing, so loud at least.
Once she had calmed down, for the most part, Draco handed her a cup of water.
"Thanks."
"Next time you have the urge to start touching my ass, try not kicking me. Damn, woman, that hurt!"
That did it. She lost what little control she had regained. Hermione choked on the water and spit it all over his shirt as she tried to laugh and cough at the same time.
"Trying to drown me now?"
"Evil spawn." Hermione muttered, wiping the water dribbling off her chin when the back of her hand.
"I'm not evil." He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Unless evil turns you on."
Hermione shot him an odd look before realizing he was only joking.
"Do you ever wake up in the morning and realize no body likes you and, I don't know, care?"
"Aw," Draco chuckled, "I think somebody likes me"
Hermione shook her head and sighed, defeated. He could have his fun.
"You never told me why."
"Why what?" Draco asked innocently. "Now grab your little cloak and get out before Pomfrey drags her fat ass back in here."
"But—!"
At that moment, footsteps could be heard outside.
"Saved by the nurse." Draco sighed, "Wow, never thought I'd ever say that."
Hermione dashed away and got under the cloak. As her body disappeared, he heard her mutter, "This isn't over."
He rolled his eyes as Madam Pomfrey entered. Draco saw the door move slightly as Hermione left before pretending to sleep.
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Hermione noticed Neville was still lying on the floor in front of the portrait.
"Deary, shouldn't you wake him?" The Fat Lady asked, concerned.
"Nah, just leave him. He's fine," Hermione answered, thinking of earlier. She went in and made her way to bed where she immediately fell into a dreamless sleep. Her last thought was how amused she was to find out Draco squeaks when tickled.
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"Evil spawn…likes me." –That part is from Grey's Anatomy, conversation between Izzy and Alex
