Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. I know (KAYLA) I was supposed to post this up yesterday but i wouldn't allow myself until I could be absolutely certain that I know what I'm was going to do with chapter 10. Now I know, so here you are :)
I completely forgot how much I ADORE writing this fic. Or writing in general haha. I hope you guys like it, and I hope it doesn't sound too forced. I've been writing non stop for a few days and keep rewriting and blahhhh so :p Anyway, I probably won't ahve chpater 10 up until at least monday, depending on how much reading I have to do for school. Though I hope you guys like it! :)
Oh, to Jess (to whom I couldn't reply because she reviewed as a guest): Yayyy, you're british :) and yes, I did read the confessions of georgia nicolson series at the time of me writing my first fanfic. And I'm glad you found my fics too! :) I hope you feel better, and I hope I used all the British terms you're referring too correctly. Oh, and by the way, the way you guys spell 'jail' is so strange! Though, I've been told that it's the way they spelled it as far back as ye olde englishe times, so yay gaol!
Anyway, Read and Review and Whatever :) Have funnn (Kayla, you'll love this chapter, then hate me afterwards).
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The first week went by rather slowly. Hermione and Draco took turns going to each other's classes, and even went to ones with neither of their houses attending. They were getting rather bored with the same explanation, which luckily only needed to be repeated by teachers, and not by Draco or Hermione. By Friday, both students were very happy to be lying in their room with nothing but the weekend ahead of them, strange "dreams" practically forgotten.
Well, almost. Hermione lie down on her soft bed and couldn't help but remember the thoughts she had had, no matter how "subconscious" she assumed they were. She turned her head and stared at the side of her bed. There, she had dreamed her body lay, with Draco over her, enveloping her. There she had smelled his scent and felt his kiss. There she had -cough- dreamt that they had embraced for a soft moment. And though she knew it wasn't possible, it didn't stop her from wondering what it would be like if it was.
Of course, Draco had not forgotten about the kiss. He sat on his bed and remembered the way she looked at him and the way her eyes danced in the moonlight. He hadn't forgotten at all. He turned his head and look at her from across their chamber. There, her body had lay, with him over her, enveloping her. There he had smelled her scent and felt her kiss. There, like a dream, they had embraced for a soft moment. He felt a slight pang of guilt and worry in the pit of his stomach. He felt as though he had taken advantage of her! He also felt as though he was betraying the only woman he had ever cared for… what would Nanette think?
His thoughts were interrupted by a moan from the opposite side of the room. Hermione was stretching; she was stiff for lying down so long. She elongated her torso and lifted her arms over her head. Draco felt a rush of heat through his body as he saw a flash of skin as her shirt was lifted past her bellybutton.
"So," he said, voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat, and then continued talking to distract himself from Hermione's skin. "I'd like to get down to dinner on time tonight, if you don't mind Granger."
Hermione scoffed. "When, other than Monday night, did I prevent us from getting down to dinner on time?"
She was right, but he couldn't let her know that. "I'm just saying, Hermione, you tend to be a little on the slow side."
"You had better be talking about my walking pace."
"I'm just saying."
"What are you saying?" she asked.
"I'm just saying."
"You say that one more time I'm going to curse your mouth off you. I'm just saying," she jokingly threatened. Draco laughed. He turned his head towards her again; this time she was looking at him, too. They stared at each other for a moment, not being able (and not wanting) to look away. Hermione felt warmth behind her eyes she had never felt before. Her face began to feel as though sun was shining through an open window, directly onto her skin. Hermione's eyes danced again in front of him, and he was completely taken, until a sharp and familiar tapping broke the spell again.
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"I apologize for asking you to miss part of your dinner, but I have recently discovered something I feel you should know," Dumbledore spoke calmly. He sat at his desk, papers scattered in front of him. Hermione's stomach twisted at Dumbledore's somber tone. "It seems," he began again, "that the spell performed on you also reported use three years ago in Spain. We aren't sure at this time if the witch and wizard involved are now healed, but I will be going tomorrow to investigate a lead as to where they are now."
Hermione wasn't sure how to take this news. "What does this mean Professor?"
"At this time, Hermione, we can't be sure. Though their situation seems to be as close as we have to yours, nothing is certain. However, I would take this as good news. They may or may not be healed, but it's a start to finding out how to make this right."
Hermione and Draco sat, unsure. Dumbledore quietly stared at them, waiting for more questions. He then pulled a short stack of parchment off his desk.
"Take this with you. You may find it helpful." Draco took the papers as Hermione stared at the floor. They stood up, thanked the Headmaster, and left.
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Outside the Headmaster's door, Draco and Hermione stood. "Here," Draco said, handing the sheaf of paper to her. "I don't want to know."
Hermione took it reproachfully, and looked it over. As they walked towards the Great Hall, she looked through what she discovered to be the other couple's case file. Draco walked quietly beside her, seeming quite content.
Apparently, the young witch and wizard cursed were two years older when they were attacked than Hermione & Draco were now. They moved after the attack to Granada, Spain and had no previous connection with one another before the spell. They had been in Madrid and had run into one another down an empty side street when attacked.
Hermione nodded to herself. She did enjoy not feeling quite so alone in this mess. Though she couldn't help imagining her and Draco in that same scene, mirroring it with their attack on the train, worrying next to a stranger for your life.
The medical file attached to the Ministry report listed the symptoms the first two had felt. Most were effects Hermione had already been told about: headaches, difficulty sleeping, and seizures. She felt a dull wave of relief at the absence of "death" on the list.
There were some new symptoms, too. "Patient 1 feels an increase in temperature in the area where Patient 2 touches Patient 1." "Patient 2 shows signs of increased distress when Patient 1 is in apparent harm." Nothing she hadn't already guessed. She shut the file, frustrated, and walked silently on. For now, Hermione guessed, most of what was going on between her and her former enemy would have to remain a clouded mystery. She looked up at Draco brushing blonde hair from his face and turned away, embarrassed. She could only hope it would begin to make sense soon.
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Hermione trudged through the hallway, feeling heavy and dizzy. She slammed one hand onto the stone wall to keep from falling over and murmured dreamily. A portrait moved out of the way and Hermione grabbed at the sides of the entrance, tugging herself forward. She let out a low moan of pain.
"Ohhhhhhh…"
"Oh shut up, Granger, you're the one who chose to have the second piece of pie. Do you always eat that much?"
"Soooo fullllll," she moaned louder this time.
"At least you aren't tipsy this time."
Hermione pulled herself slowly through the common room and towards her and Draco's room. Draco walked impatiently behind her, as she was holding onto both walls of the hallway. "Will you get a move on?" he snapped. Hermione looked up at him grumpily and formed an exaggerated frowny face across her lips. She felt awful; she had a horrible habit of overeating when she was an emotion in the extreme. Tonight, her frustration with the case file was enough to make anybody call to food for support.
Hermione opened the door and flopped down on the first bed she came to. Unfortunately for Draco, his bed was right by the door. And with a nice little "fwoomp", his bed was thus commandeered by the witch in the tennis shoes.
"Ohhh, no. No, no, no, you are NOT crashing here, this is my bed!" Hermione, face buried in pillow, attempted to reply, but nothing understandable came out. "Come onnnnn," Draco whined. Finally submitting, he lay at the foot of the bed, waiting patiently until she decided to get up to undress and go to sleep.
They lay together a few minutes before Hermione rolled over onto her back. Her hand lay lazily over her slightly swollen belly as she stared up to the dark ceiling.
"What are you thinking about?" Draco asked. Startled by his voice in the darkness, she sat up. The moonlight shown dimly across the room, though, and she could just make out the pale face looking up at her. She leaned her back against the wall and looked out across the dark room.
"I don't know," she replied heavily. "What are you thinking about?"
Draco stretched and looked as though he was thinking hard. "I'm thinking…" he began, stroking his chin, "I'm thinking that I'd like my bed back." Hermione laughed and attempted to kick him off the bed. Shoving him with her foot, he grabbed her leg before he fell. Hermione, laughing, tried to kick his arms off her leg, but in doing so, got her other leg caught in his arms as well. Draco was simply trying to NOT get hit in the face.
They began to fight like children, Hermione pushing and Draco blocking. As he released her legs to defend his face from her hands, she stood up on her knees and tried to punch him lightly in the stomach to make him fall over. His abs were clenched, though, and with a flush of heat to her cheeks, she realized that there was no hurting him there. Determined to stop thinking such thoughts, she suddenly pushed with all her might. He fell down onto the mattress, Hermione straddling him, holding his wrists in her hands.
They stayed there a moment or two, staring at each other through the dim light. Their chests heaved; the two were almost sweating from their activity. Hermione very suddenly became conscious of where she was and let go of Draco's wrists. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered. She started to get off the bed, but a light force prevented her. She looked back over to Draco, and found he was pulling on her hand. His eyes did that smoldering thing they often did when the two were in very close contact, and she found that she very much liked it.
She allowed herself to be pulled back onto him, who was now so lost in her presence that he had no idea what he was doing. He just knew that wherever she touched, he felt happiness he hadn't felt since her, and not even the thought of that took it away. Her hand, now in his, shifted until their fingers were intertwined. His other hand found her cheek and pulled slightly, as he lifted himself upward. They were now both sitting upright, and so close, their breath almost condensed on each other's noses from the heat radiating between them. Hermione let her eyes drop down to his lips for only a split second, but it was more a request than Draco needed.
Slowly and delicately, their lips grazed. The adrenaline that ran through Hermione's body at this made her stop breathing altogether. Her eyes closed; she was completely lost in the sensation. Their lips found contact again, but this time in one full kiss. Hermione felt light-headed and her stomach was reeling, but in a way that she never wanted to stop.
Their hands detached. One of Draco's hands lay on Hermione's leg, while the other found her back. Hermione's hands drifted to Draco's shoulders, one hung around his neck, grabbing gently on his hair, and the other lay tiredly on his shoulder. As their lips drew together again, Draco fell back onto the bed, and the hand that was on her leg moved to her neck to pull her with him. His hand drifted up and down her back, feeling her through her shirt.
Hermione felt warm everywhere, like this was where she needed to be, right here with him, connected to him somehow. She felt his hand glide down her back again and lift her shirt up with his thumb. He wanted to feel her there, to touch soft skin and feel her blood flowing. His finger barely touched her lower back when a sharp bolt of electricity shocked them both into yelling aloud. Hermione looked down to where she was and with a gasp, she sat upright. Avoiding Draco's eyes, she stumbled off him and shoved herself into the corner.
"Umm… hi."
