Chapter Ten: Draco and Hermione

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I never thought I would have to go back there. But I will, I just hope I'll have Hermione in tow. Facing my parents is no easy undertaking, but my future depends on this. She left a little after ten o'clock in the morning.

I was stranded in her room. You see it was incredible painful to move with a hard on. Luckily Hermione didn't seem to catch on. She came back later that evening and we had our usual chat by the fire. This time she went to bed her self, not falling asleep on me. I walked her up to her room and she hugged me again.

It is hard to describe, but when she hugs me I feel so safe. Stupid I know but I didn't want to let go.

It was the morning, which surprised me the most. Hermione came to my room again. I was still asleep after all it was only ten o'clock in the morning. My senses told me she was on her way; her smell woke me, the noise of her feet coming closer to me equated to my own heart beating faster.

I remember stupidly flattening my hair, forgetting I was still in my pyjamas and in the middle of my bed. She knocked then entered.

I was suddenly too aware of my position in the bed. Painfully aware.

"I forgot yesterday…sorry." She offered me a folder, dressed only in a pair of pyjamas herself. I noted the sleep in her eyes but more the worry that graced her features. I sighed, this wasn't a good sign.

I read the folder though completely, making sure not to show any emotion at all. My mother, the one woman who I had ever fought to protect was a Veela. That wasn't important as the fact she had lied to me. She had agreed with Lucius that his parents, my grandparents were an embarrassment.

The interesting information the folder contained, a first hand account of a Veela's life I left ignored too stunned by recent news of my mother.

I had endured unforgivabals for her and she had never mentioned this…this…disability. I felt betrayed. A tear rolled down my face.

Mere seconds later I felt hands either side of my face, wiping the tears away. A small body enclosed me in a warm embrace.

Hermione removed the folder from my hands and lied me back down on my bed climbing to lie by my side. I pulled her to me crying into her hair.

"She lied to me. I hate her. Thank you for showing me. Hermione, your mine." I wasn't aware of saying it, but Hermione later swore that is what I said.

Her reaction was instant, she sat bolt upright. "Er…I have to leave…lots of useful information in the … the …I must…er…write to …er…Harry! and Ron… Hope you are okay …er…Bye." She flew from the room. I am ashamed to say, the tears returned in full force. Somehow it was a lot more important Hermione had left me. Maybe because I love her.

'He thinks I am his' That was the only thought running though Hermione's head constantly. But when she thought about it, it didn't seem that bad that he liked her. After all a angelic quality had always surrounded his features, grey stormy eyes, blonde hair. There was no doubting that he was beautiful.

'Beautiful and stubborn and stressful and dramatic and spoilt and completely irrational. Okay the last two weren't true but it sounded like he wants me, or thinks that I am his mate.' Hermione thought while sitting on her bed. She got up.

She got up, intending to get dressed but as she walked into the bathroom she could hear the crash of something being thrown against a wall. The noise was coming from Draco's room.

Knock knock "Draco, are you alright?"

"Fuck off!"

Another crash followed. Hermione froze, she saw red 'This is exactly what I meant: spoilt!"

"NO. Draco you are going to calm down and we are going to talk about this like rational adults…" Silence "NOW DRACO."

The handle turned and a sweaty Draco appeared at the door. His breathing was ragged and his room behind him was a mess.

"What is there to say." He avoided her eyes.

"Just read the folder, Draco." With that Hermione shot a couple of "Reparo" past his shoulder and left.

Days past and Hermione and Draco's new found friendship was put on hold. They co-existed but that's was it. Never speaking more than they had to. Both wished for the arrival of other students as a distraction and today was there lucky day.

At eight-thirty on September the first the Hogwarts Express rolled into station in Hogsmead. Draco rushed though the crowds and found Zambini in record time. Within seconds both were laughing and dragging Zambini's trunks to the carriages. The Draco froze.

Hermione was running to him, face lit up in a smile. Draco's heat began to beat faster and fast he felt dizzy and elated. Hermione rushed by him.

He turned the pit of his stomach dropping. "Harry! Ron!" Hermione was gathered up by the arms of Harry Potter then by his best friend Ronald Weasley.

"Hello stranger." Potter smiled.

"Hello sweetheart" Ron mumbled into her hair as he hugged her.

Draco growled furiously. Zambini placed a hand on his best friends shoulder.

"I see you've found your mate then. No rest for the wicked." Blaise said holding Draco down.