A/N: BETA!
Teacher Pet
Draco woke up around midnight. He slowly slipped out of the Hospital wing and made his way to his room. He had thought of another way out.Of choose he had to give up his dreams and well everything else. Because the only way out was to kill himself.
Vicky Speller could never lay a hand on him again. She could not put him in jail and she could not stare at him. Also Hermione Granger could no longer look at him with her knowing eyes. And he wouldn't have to think about the way she made him feel either. In fact he wouldn't have to think at all. He wouldn't have to worry about bad grades or looking good. With him the Malfoy family died out.
There was just one thing he had to do first. He had to write his will, for his father had lost all right's when he was through in jail. His mother would get almost everything that was his, but he wanted to make sure his dying wish was voiced. Which was simply telling everyone he had been forced in becoming a Death Eater.
Draco walked into the head's common room. No one was there of course, as it was late. Draco found his things and began to write. The first ten tries went into the fire. On the eleventh he just started to list who would get what. He gave some money to charities, along with his clothes. He gave his best and only real friend, Blaise most of his stuff. Leaving his mother money, stories and his share of the estate, along with things he thought she would want to keep.
As Draco got to his must prized possession he didn't know who to give it too. After a long time he wrote, 'My Broom the Nimbus 2002 will go to Hermione Granger.' He didn't know why he had gave it to her, the girl didn't even like to fly. Draco put the will aside and wrote her a letter she would get after he died.
Dear Granger,
If you are reading this, than I am dead. I have left you my most prized possession. Please don't burn it or break it. It meant the world to me. I wanted someone to get it, that wouldn't mistreat it or throw it away. Even if you stuff it in a broom closet, I know you would take care of it better then anyone else.
D. M.
He was about to put that aside and write up his dying wish, when he thought of something else He add to his will the words my diary for the year 2007. And then he added a p.s. to her latter.
P.S. Please see to it that the truth is told on where I stood during the War and why. This is my dying wish.
Draco sighed as he finished his letter and will. He was about to get some wax so he could seal them when he heard someone. Draco stood up and turned to his the medwitch glaring at him. He was happy it was only her, but she didn't look none to pleased as she grabbed him by the arm and haled his ass back to bed.
"Give me the scare of my life! Here I was thinking you had gotten sick or was sleep walking, but no you where just writing a letter!..." She went on like that for an hour, before she made him drink a sleeping potion, so he wouldn't leave again. As the potion kicked in he realized his last will interment was sitting in the common room for anyone too find and read. He tried to fight the potion, but it was to strong he didn't even make it out of bed.
(Hermione's Pov)
Hermione woke up the next morning still feeling on edge. She knew Draco had been lying about what had happened to him, but she also felt kind of odd around him. He had kissed her four times. His kisses made her knees go weak. At the memory of his soft lips on hers, she touched them.
Sure she had been kissed before, but never had there been such, need and passion. The first time he had kissed her, she had thought no kiss could have been better, but she was wrong. Because each time after the first kiss it got better and better. But she couldn't figure out why he had even kissed her in the first place.
She wanted to help him bring Mrs. Speller down, but she also wanted him to kiss her again. As scary as that was, she knew he was confused right now. She had thought maybe he didn't know how he felt and in his confusion had reach out to her, because she was being nice, or maybe because she knew the truth.
As she walked down the stairs to the common room, she saw a large mess of paper on Draco's desk. Knowing it had not been there before, she walked over to it. She had planned to clean it up when she saw her name on two sheets of paper. As she read them her eyes widened in horror. 'IT'S A WILL! But why is he writing a will, he has his whole life ahead of him.' At first she thought it was maybe one he was working on for old age. Of course finding his mother's name on it told her what she didn't want to admit.
She left the common room and hoped to the gods he was still in the hospital wing. To her relief he was sleeping soundlessly in bed. Taking a deep breath she strolled over to him and sat on his bed. She brushed his hair back with a soft smile.
"Draco there is another way out of this. Please just let me help you." He whimpered softly and she leaned down, placing a soft gentle kiss on his cheek. "I swear to find a way to get her without your face being plastered in newspapers. You just have to let me." His eyes opened slowly and she realized he had only been half asleep, so he'd heard her plea.
"If you can promise to me there is another way. I will take it." He sat up on the bed, leaning in to run his noise against her cheek. Something about the way he touched her made her fill with butterflies. "If there is not you will escape my wishes and follow them to the letter." In reply she kissed his cheek and hugged him for a moment.
"To the letter, you have my word." He kissed her deeply giving her his word in that kiss. Hermione couldn't help but think he was falling in need with her and she was falling in love with him.
