Chapter 9

"Blaise, you're awake." Hermione got up to tend to him. He glared at her; his eyes were bright unlike Draco's. "How are you feeling?" She was easily nice to the one person who had at least been courteous to her at Hogwarts.

"I'm sore but I think I'll live." She was wearing a smile, something she had only seen on Riley's face since she got here. "Who are you?" he stared at her trying to figure out who in the hell she was.

"Hermione Granger." She had changed though in school she was very pretty, a natural beauty.

"I think I'll go to sleep now." Draco slurred and stuck out a finger matter-of-factly. He sunk into the chair next to them. Hermione chuckled and turned back to Blaise.

"What happened?" she wanted answers but Blaise had other plans he laid his head back and closed his eyes. He may not be as good with woman as Draco but he knew how to torture them.

"Nothing I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." He never opened his eyes.

"So why come here and not to Voldemort?" Blaise grinned showing off a row of beautiful white teeth.

"Because he wouldn't do anything about it, he would let me die. I'm exactly one of his favorites. I'm not Draco." Hermione raised one eyebrow.

"Granger, don't try to figure this out."

"Why not?" she conjured a chair and placed in front of him. The thud made Blaise eyes shoot open. 'He must still be scared of something' she thought.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm taking care of Riley." She said as if it was something she did often.

"Where is that little devil?" he looked around the room.

"With Ginny." Again Hermione sounded so natural. She got up and walked over to Draco. She pushed the hair out of his eyes. "Why is he so depressed?" Blaise took awhile to answer he was still getting over the fact that Draco even let her in his house.

"Oh…uh I think it's because of his wife, she gone."

"I know, but he can't get over her."

"Not really. Riley looks a lot like her you know, he sees his wife when he looks at her." Blaise looked down "I see her."

"Oh." Blaise eyes looked sad and dull they were very unlike him. Do you need anything?" she smiled sweetly to him.

"Water, please."

"Alright, anything else? Food, something a little stronger." She said sarcastically.

"Just water." She left the room.

"Draco! Draco, wake up you idiot." Draco stirred blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light.

"What the hell, Blaise your up! I hadn't expected you to recover so quickly."

"Granger does a good job. Where's Riley?"

"With Gin-, oh I'm going to kill that Mudblood!"

Draco found his mouth dry; he didn't want Hermione to struggle against him like she had done last night. He wanted his daughter and he would stop at nothing to get her.

He entered the kitchen where Hermione stat with a cup of tea in her hands. His sudden movements grabbed her attention. He looked angry; no color was in his eyes, only deep black holes that stared straight into her soul.

"Malfoy?" Hermione got up a worried look on her face.

"Hermione." Since when did her say her name. He walked up to her lovingly, his hair falling gently around his pale face. "Do you trust me?"

"No." he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her very close to him. She could feel his warm breath on her skin.

"Good," he whispered in her ear. He made her spine tingle, she began to breathe harder, and the more she looked at him the more she wanted him. His gaze caught hers as he ran his hands down her back, making her gasp in ecstasy. He slowly bent down and lightly kissed her soft lips. Immediately she became weak something about him made her world disappear and all the problems with it. She wrapped her arms around his back lightly digging her nails in to his shirts, intensifying the kiss. He put a hand on the back of her head and lightly rubbed his fingers below the base of her neck, making her relax even more. He finally broke the kiss and stared into her chocolate eyes. He had let that go too far. Now it was time to play with her mind.

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