Chapter 10

Thank g-d for books, You suck, and a Kiss

Previously:

No use, he was just too strong. She was stuck about to get raped...Lucius started removing more clothing...scratch that, getting rape. Her mind was screaming out Help!!! What the fuck do I do?!

While he was filled with thoughts of lust, while Hermione was stuck there sick with thoughts of horror and fear.

Draco… save me please… Hermione thought desperately, he was her last hope of getting out of this.

And as if he were psychic, Draco burst through the door, saw the scene, and ripped his father off of Hermione and proceeded to punch him hard and fast, knocking him out.

Just then, he came to his senses.

"What the fuck did I just do?!" he cried out.

'Shit, not good! Not good! So not a good idea!' Draco cried pacing back and forth.

Hermione was still in the same position as she was in. She was in complete shock.

'Are you just going to stand there? What the hell am I going to do?' Draco yelled at Hermione.

Hermione continued to stare in shock, she was completely out of it.

'Or not.' Draco said and lifted his father's body. He threw it out side. 'Well that takes care of the first problem. But bloody hell, what do I do when he wakes up?'

'He'll have a hang-over, tell him he was slobbering drunk and you found him out-side.' Hermione said in a soft spoken voice. Her eyes were wide. It was as if she didn't comprehend what had happened. She was waiting for it all to sink in.

'That's brilliant Herm-Granger.' Draco said finally noticing that Hermione was zoned out.

'Are you ok?' Draco asked, even though he said it as an after thought, you could tell form his voice that he was concerned.

'Huh, what? Oh I'm fine, just a little, um…you know…just…' Hermione struggled to find the right words.' 'Well, it's been a long day.' She finished with.

'Go back to the room. The meeting will be over soon.' Draco said returning to his natural air of command.

Hermione nodded. And walked out of the room.

Wow, what the hell did I get myself into? And what is wrong with me. I feel so, oddly calm, yet removed. G –d my head hurts. Hermione thought.

She entered the room she and Draco shared. She went right to the bathroom and ran a hot-bath.

Thank g-d for bubble baths. Hermione thought as she got in to the hot water. Smiling she grabbed her favorite muggle book and started to read. Letting herself escape into the book, in to the characters and happy endings.

She looked up about an hour later, almost all the bubbles where gone, and the water was getting cold. She sighed.

'An end to my relaxation, back to reality.' Hermione muttered to herself.

She got out of the bath and dried herself off. She looked around for something to wear.

'Oh yeah, they replaced my clothes with, well Parkinson's clothes.' She mumbled and chuckled to herself.

Looking around all she found was what she had wore to bed last night, Draco's t-shirt.

She sighed again. And shrugged. She grabbed the shirt and put in on. Taking in Draco's scent, she snuggled into it, she smiled.

G-d what the hell is wrong with me. She wondered. Grabbing her book and lying down on the bed.

For a while she forgot who she was and where she was. She was content in the world of her imagination. She was reading The Princess Bride (yes I know it's a movie, not a book, but I say it is…so ha!)

Cue Draco.

Hermione nearly jumped off the bed when she heard Draco say snidely, 'As much as I love seeing you in only my shirt, I do have a matching pair of pants if you want them.'

Hermione looked down and realized she was in her underwear and his top, which would have been long enough to wear without pants, but in the position she was in her underwear, meaning sluttish thong, was showing..

She blushed.

'Isn't blushing against Gryffindor pride or something?' Draco joked.

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him.

Draco laughed at her and said, 'Beware, next time you stick your tongue out like that it

just may end up in my mouth.'

Hermione blushed more, which caused more laughing on Draco.

He sat down on the bed and started taking off his robes.

Hermione looked away on impulse.

'I do have the tendency to wear clothes under my robes. Unless you and your prude self find jeans and t-shirts inappropriate than you can turn around.'

'Oh I mean, I just figured you'd want your privacy.' Hermione mumbled embraced.

'And I'm not a prude.' She added.

'Of course your not.' Was the sarcastic reply. (Draco)

'I'm going to pretend I didn't hear the sarcasm in your voice.'(Hermione)

'You do that.' (Draco)

'I will.' (Hermione)

'You're aggravating me.' (Draco)

'I try.' (Hermione)

'How classy of you.' (Draco)

He chose this time to let out a belch.

'Real classy Ferret.' (Hermione)

'I thought we had agreed on Draco or Malfoy.' (Draco)

Hermione roled her eyes at him.

'You suck.' He said.

'You wish.'

She said and quickly covered her mouth with her hands. It had been a joke between her and all of her guy friends, which was most. (meaning Ron, Harry, The twins, Bill and Charlie, Neville, Seamus and Dean.)

'Sorry, it was an automatic response.' Hermione said bashfully.

'I never said it wasn't true.' Draco said teasing her.

Blush, blush, blush, need I say more?!

'Bloody hell, it was a joke. Really, what are you, a nun?' Draco exclaimed.

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him.

'You're mean.' She whined in a voice that sounded like a three-year-olds

'Do you remember what I said last time you stuck your tongue out at me, don't you?'

'You weren't serious.'

'Wasn't I?' He said and he raised his eyebrows at her.

'You—' but he cut her off by pushing his lips against her.

(a/n) this chapy was all me, but i want to thank my friends for helping me with the earlier chaps. Im finally out of the angst, now it turn to lurve :) and i got so many reviews. thanx it means so much. And my grandma still remebers me, kinda :) R&R!!! ur friend the dyslexic bookworm --- sarah