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Chapter 9
Word of Hermione's attempted suicide never got out – her and Draco had chosen to stay tight-lipped about it, it's for the best, she had told Draco that morning.
But it was now evening; and Draco was sitting at his window, watching the sunset. The awkwardness between him and Hermione was agonizing; he didn't know what their relationship was anymore…friends, lovers or enemies?
Not a word had been exchanged between the two since Mrs. Weasley and Dumbledore had returned in the early morning, neither knew what to say, but they craved each other's company.
Ginny had returned from the Quidditch World Cup that afternoon, claiming that it was 'boring', probably no attractive men there for her sexually frustrated little mind, Draco chuckled to himself, all she thinks about is boys.
And I all think about is Hermione…he whispered, Oh I can't help it…I love her…
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I shouldn't be here right now, Hermione reflected, how could I of been so stupid? If Draco…Draco…I wish I could tell him how I feel…I don't think he would want to know anymore…I have to though…who knew being in love hurt so much?
Sliding off the bed, Hermione pulled on her dressing gown, the soft material hugging her skin. Tip-toeing across the hall was hard, there's a lot of creaky bits, she chuckled, trying to walk on the edges of each floorboard.
A loud, voice called her name and Hermione froze, scared half to death,
"HER-MY-OHHHHHH-NEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Hermione regained her composure, and running up the stairs was Ginny, red-faced and breathing rapidly. Yanking Hermione into a tight hug, she ranted about
the Quidditch World Cup, how boring it was, how much she had missed her, etc. Then she mentioned Draco. Hermione tried not to show any emotion, but her eyes were glistening with tears – but Ginny didn't seem to notice. Shoving Hermione into her room, she sat on the floor and began to talk excitedly about Draco, this isn't like her, Hermione mused, maybe she…likes him?
Those words burnt a hole in her heart, I can't let her…I need him…I won't let her have him… But he's not yours Hermione,her conscience told her, he never was yours…
"…So yeah…his eyes are so sexy! So dreamy…ah Hermione…you really need to get a boyfriend – boys are so yummy! And yeah the other day he smiled at me and…"
Hermione couldn't take it anymore, Ginny's voice replaying in her head. Suddenly Ginny got up, and winked at Hermione. Confused, Hermione watched as her best friend walked across the hall, and walked into Draco's bedroom. The giggling from Ginny didn't sound positive and as soon as she shut the door, Hermione burst into tears. He's gone forever now…she's so much prettier than me and he'll just fall out of love with me…I can't believe this is the end…
A split second later, the door of Draco's room opened, and out stormed Ginny, her face a deep purple, and Hermione could of sworn smoke was coming out of her ears…
The door was still open…shall I? She contemplated, wondering whether or not she should go and tell Draco how she felt…
Standing up and sprinting across the creaky hallway, she entered Draco's room, locking the door behind her. Two bewildered cloudy eyes followed her every movement, up until she was standing in front of him, that's when her eyes locked onto his, he was lost.
It felt like forever until either of them spoke, and it was Draco.
"Hermione…what's happening…I can't just stop loving you…please give me a chance, I can make it up to you…"
He took her hand and drew her closer to him, embracing her. She consented, resting her head on his shoulder, her arms round his neck.
"I love you too…" She whispered, praying that the tears that were glazing her eyes did not fall.
Lifting her chin up to his face, he murmured,
"Do you really mean that…?"
Nodding her head silently, she smiled at him, her lips itching to kiss him. He seemed to read her mind, as he pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped around her waist. Lowering his head, he leaned in and kissed her softly. Five years of built up passion was released at that second, every emotion known to the two coursed through their bodies, excitement, regret, desire…love. Draco moved her towards the bed, and she let him. But it wasn't lust that controlled their next movements; it was love, hot, deep, passionate love.
"Hermione…are you sure you want to do this…" Draco asked slowly between kisses.
"Yes…show me how much you love me Draco…" She replied, her voice sending shivers up his spine. Lifting her up in his arms, he laid he on the bed, his hands exploring her body. Undressing each other quickly, their actions slowed down, gentle thrusts sending glorious vibrations through their bodies, their hands roaming, tongues searching, kisses covering every inch of flesh visible…
At the climax, Hermione gripped Draco, and he did her, lost in the moment.
"I love you Hermione...never forget that…" Draco breathed into her ear, holding onto her for dear life, his mind riddled with euphoric feelings.
"I love you too Draco…I'm sorry about…before…"
Slowly they both drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined as one; both never wanting that moment to end, because nothing could compare to it, ever.
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The next day, the bright sun woke them up, shining on their naked bodies, warming them. Draco clasped Hermione in his arms, and picked her up and out of the bed. Clothing themselves in dressing gowns, they walked down the two flights of stairs – hand in hand, to be greeted by silence as they reached the kitchen: shock was written on the faces of Mrs. Weasley, Dumbledore and most of all…Ginny.
The rest of the morning went fast, Draco and Hermione spending all their time together, just holding each other, talking animatedly. In the evening, after dinner, Hermione rushed to the bathroom, quickly followed by Draco. He held her hair whilst she vomited, Merlin…what's wrong with her…we need a doctor…oh Merlin…
Hermione ordered him out of the bathroom, much to his protests, and sat on the edge of the bath. Oh Hermione…what have you got yourself into?
Sighing she pulled her wand from her pocket and muttered a spell she remembered from a charms book she had read in fourth year – then her wand flashed pink and white. The flashing stopped and Hermione walked over to the door and unlocked it, an impatient Draco hugging her as soon as she had exited the room. I wonder what's wrong…Aargh she's really ill…
Silently releasing herself from his embrace, she held his hand for a few minutes, staring deep into his stormy eyes. Then she placed it on her stomach, and smiled.
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