Chapter Eight: Not the Answer I Should Know
"This won't change anything."
"Why the hell are you following me?"
"I'm not!"
"Don't make me laugh, Granger…" Draco growled through his teeth.
"Malfoy! Let her go."
Potter.
"You tell your filthyMudblood friend to stay out of my business. I don't like being spied on, and I definitely don't like being lied to." … "Stay away from me…"
"I didn't ask for your help, Mudblood. I didn't want you there."
Hermione slapped Draco across the face. She clenched her jaw tight, the tears still streaming down her face, "I hate you!"
Draco seethed with anger. He snatched up Hermione's other wrist, and turned her to where she was pinned against the wall. Hermione breathed heavily, crying harder than she had been previously. He looked down at her, pressing close to her body to keep her from squirming.
"I don't know why I felt so excited when Pansy told me that you and that fucking Ron Weasley broke it off. I don't know why I haven't been able to keep from thinking about you when I'm with Astoria. I don't know why, and it kills me."
Those words hit Hermione like a heat wave.
"Wh…what?"
Draco stood there, absorbed in his thoughts. Hermione walked up to him, tapped his shoulder, and was taken back when he did something she did not expect.
He kissed her.
Hermione's breath was sucked from her lungs at an instant, feeling Draco's lips on hers, hungry and needing. She stood frozen, not sure of what to do other than to let him have his way.
"If it didn't kill you…" Hermione breathed, "Then why didn't it make you stronger?"
She looked to her left, "Why didn't it make me stronger?"
"Draco… make me yours." Hermione moaned.
Draco grabbed her hips then, and kissed Hermione's neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses, flicking out his tongue to touch her searing, but velvet skin. Hermione felt everything spiral into one as the pleasure washed over her. She was still against the shelf, being lifted and dropped, covering Draco with her fluids. It was exotic… being in the library, of all places.
"Maybe you were just another one of my flings. A stick in the mud, a crumpled piece of trash that I used up for one night, and forgot about the next?"
Hermione pushed away from Draco about the same time as she remembered herself running away from him with hot tears in her eyes. She hadn't any idea that her eyes were teary until she did, and Draco turned to look at her through his reddened ones. Hermione covered her lips, pressing her hand hard into her cheeks and shaking her head.
She wanted to bolt from that hospital room… but something wouldn't let her.
"You shouldn't be here." Draco said to her, voice almost a whisper. He could see it in her eyes, the memories that surged through her mind, because, from the moment she wrapped her arms around his torso for the sake of his comfort… Draco knew.
Those thoughts were his too.
Hermione shakily uncovered her mouth, then tried her hardest to mask the anxiety in her expression, "I came to check on you…"
"And maybe you should-"
"Draco…"
The voice was faint, almost like the breeze that circled them, but Draco had heard it, and it interrupted every thought he previously had seconds before. He snapped his head to the left, and saw his mother moving. She reached above her head, tossing her head to look for her missing son. Hermione helped Draco to his feet, and he shrugged her away, brushing past the girl in order to get to the bed in the center of the room. Narcissa Malfoy breathed in a way that spelled out the worst of words. Hermione clasped her fingers gingerly around her own collar bone, swallowing the lump in her throat. Draco was right, she did not belong there, and Hermione was afraid to move. Moving would mean she would be seen. Her being seen chanced assumptions… and rumors.
They both didn't need that, but Hermione could not move. She could not keep her eyes off the two of them. The way Draco rushed to her side, cradled his mother's head in his arms in an embrace that was all but peaceful. Narcissa was trying to fully come back into consciousness, blinking her eyes most hundreds of times, while stroking Draco's cheeks a little too hard. Not that he minded. His mother was coherent, and that was what he'd hoped for after what the nurse had told him many minutes before.
About the same time Hermione mustered up courage to make her exit, Lucius, and Draco's fiancee, Astoria, walked into the room, holding what seemed like a delicately prepared lunch for Narcissa. Astoria latched herself to Draco's side, seeing as he had stood straight as to not look like a fool around his father. Hermione scowled somewhat. Even in his twenties, Draco looked like stone whenever his father was near. He still did whatever it was that he told his son, though, at least now it was to a certain extent. No, Draco had a new person to control him now besides his father.
She could see the raven hair that framed porcelain cheekbones almost as if the girl was a handcrafted doll. Her bosom was swelled, perfectly sculpted, as her hips were not too small, and not quite too wide. Astoria Greengrass was more suited for Draco than Hermione had ever hoped to have been. Not that she hoped she was suited to him now. Hermione shook her head.
It was obvious that Astoria had a hold over Draco- whether or not it was as strong as it looked.
Hermione waited a good twenty minutes before Narcissa fell back to sleep, and Lucius exited the room. Astoria still stood with her betrothed, holding his hand, and occasionally, sharing a kiss with him. He looked uncomfortable, and Hermione knew exactly why. Astoria was aware of the past that the other two shared. She knew, from a certain friend, what had taken place, and even though she'd said nothing on the subject, it was best not to bring it up. It was best not to make an appearance, because suspicion would be high, inevitably ruining what Draco had with the Greengrass girl all over again.
When Astoria gave Draco one last kiss on the cheek, Hermione felt something lift off her. She peeked from the corner of the bathroom, and could see the platinum blonde boy heading her way. He glanced over at his mother, and then cleared his throat. The door closed behind him, while his eyes averted over to Hermione, sitting on the little sink to the left of the room shower.
"Why did you come?"
"I told you not to ask."
"I'm asking."
Hermione scoffed, "I was… worried."
Draco ducked his head a little, "Why would you worry about me? You made it perfectly clear in Diagon Alley that you were to have nothing to do with me."
She blushed light pink, twirling a loose curl about her index finger. "I wouldn't know what to do if one of my parents were dying. I can't imagine-"
"You can't imagine… because it will never happen to you. You don't have any idea what I am going through, seeing my mother die everyday in front of my eyes, of course you can't imagine it!"
"Please… don't yell at me."
"I'm not yelling." Draco said it through his teeth, and he could no longer control the anger that suddenly bubbled underneath his skin. He turned away from Hermione, clenching his jaw and his fingers tight. He didn't know why she was making him so angry… when it was not even her fault.
Hermione was confused. She wanted to leave but she still found no will to move her feet. More than anything, she wanted to scream at him too. But, for the respect of his mother, Hermione sought it be best not to make a scene… in St. Mungo's no less. She sighed heavily, and gathered whatever courage she had left inside of her petite body. Hermione stepped one step forwards, before seeing Draco turn at an inhuman speed, and grasp her shoulders. Before she had the chance to gasp, Hermione's lips were covered by another pair.
Her throat jumped high into her throat, threatening to choke her from the lack of air. Every little bone in her body screamed… Whether or not it was from pleasure or absolute fear, Hermione was convinced it was the latter. Why, why was he doing this?
He kissed her with so much intensity, so much need, that it was like a dream. If he were to press any harder, he might melt into her skin. She clawed at the cotton of his jacket, while being pressed against the wall she then registered was there. Hermione shivered, and she pushed Draco away.
Draco was not quite done yet.
Forcefully, he kissed her again, holding her tighter, kissing her hungrily. She was hardly able to breathe.
Blah blah blah. I put some reference from Wandering, Wondering Why in this chapter if you hadn't already noticed. Not originally how I planned to start the chapter, but it seemed okay to me. I hope you guys like it so far. I really do worry, PLEASE REVIEW
