One Last Kiss: Chapter 10
Disclaimer: Anything sane that has been read in this fiction belongs to, non other than the great author who created the Harry Potter series, J.K. Rowling. Anything off from the real series belongs to non other than the peculiar mind of mine.
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Draco woke up the next morning looking like hell. He only had two hours of sleep, since he kept battling with himself about his feelings. After getting ready for his classes, he went down for breakfast. He saw Hermione and Justin talking by the entrance to the Great Hall. He shook his head when he remembered his dream, the night before. I'm just too sleepy, he told himself and went inside.
For the rest of the day, Draco kept slipping in and out of sleep. He was lucky he was sitting at the back in Charms and Ancient Runes class and he was able to take a nap for a good 10 minutes for each class and also lucky that he didn't have Potions that day. However with Muggle Studies, it was his first class sitting with Hermione. His head kept falling on her shoulder no matter how hard he tried to stay up right. Hermione kept nudging him when she felt him about to fall to her.
"Malfoy, will you keep yourself awake?" Hermione hissed at him. She couldn't write properly because of him.
Draco opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. "This is your fault, Granger," he said sleepily, trying to sit upright.
Hermione looked at him, eyes wide in surprise. "What are you talking about? Don't go making this about me," she whispered angrily, now facing him. "Cut class if you want to sleep."
"Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy is there a problem?" Professor Burbage asked when she noticed the two bickering.
"Nothing, professor," answered Hermione.
"It seems that Mr. Malfoy is ill," said Burbage when she noticed Draco's unconscious form. "Ms. Granger, could you assist him to the Hospital Wing?"
Hermione looked at her professor then back to Draco then back to her professor. "Professor, he's just sleepy. He doesn't need medical attention," she tried to argue. She looked around, looking for other possible students to bring Draco out. There were 13 other students, mostly composing of Hufflepuffs, a few Ravenclaws, 2 other Slytherins, Blaise Zabini and Tracy Davis and her co-Gryffindor, Parvati Patil. Knowing Zabini was not at all friendly with Draco and knowing that the other girls would surely take advantage of him, Hermione thought she shouldn't care less, but then, Professor Burbage was getting impatient with her class being interrupted.
"Be a doll, dear. It's causing our lesson a delay," said Burbage, clearly unhappy.
With a groan, Hermione stood up and told Draco to stand up. She put his arm over her shoulders and led him out the classroom.
"Where are we going?" Draco asked, opening his eyes. He looked down at Hermione who obviously looked unhappy.
"Hospital Wing," was Hermione's flat answer, thankful that Draco carried himself too.
She had spent a good 30 minutes walking to the Hospital Wing, thanks to Draco's in and out slip into consciousness
"Oh dear, what happened?" asked Madame Pomfrey as soon as they entered the Hospital Wing and saw Draco over Hermione. She quickly led them to a nearby bed and went to get a few things for Draco.
"It's alright Madame Pomfrey!" Hermione called out. "He's just asleep."
Hermione laid him down on the bed but since Draco still had his arm over her shoulders, she fell on him, her head beside his. She pushed herself up with her free arm and found her face incredibly close to Draco's. He really was asleep now, probably because his head finally rested on a pillow. Hermione's heart started to race as she studied Draco's sleeping form. After they're "break up", that was the only time again that they had their faces that close. Well, except for the stupid stunt Draco pulled at her the week before. He looked tired but still handsome as the sun shone through the window and accentuated his face. He looked peaceful. Hermione's eyes traveled down to his lips which were slightly apart. It reminded her of the genuine smiles he used to give her, the smart comebacks during their debates, the vulnerability of his words when he opened up to her and how could Hermione forget the soft kisses he planted on her lips and the passionate ones they shared a few times. Hermione felt him breathing under her. Flushed from letting her mind linger where they shouldn't be, she removed Draco's arm around her and rested it on his side. She found that the perfume Draco had on now attached to her own robes.
"Madame Pomfrey, I'm going," she said and went back to her class only to find it over. Her things and Draco's things were still sitting in the front desk of the classroom. She gathered her things and placed it in her bag. She slung both their bags over her shoulder and went out the classroom. Hermione saw Justin and Parvati talking, not too far away. "Hi!" she said as she approached the two.
"Hi Hermione! How's Malfoy?" Parvati asked, facing Hermione.
"Why? What happened to Malfoy?" Justin cut in before Hermione could answer. "And why were you the one taking care of Malfoy?"
Hermione gave him a weird look but turned it into a smile when she had thought, or maybe assumed, that he was uncomfortable with the idea. "Professor Burbage asked me to bring him to the Hospital Wing," she answered as they started to walk to the Great Hall for lunch. "I'm not sure what's up with Malfoy. He just seemed really sleepy."
The three proceeded to talk about other things on the way to the Great Hall and before Justin could open the door for the girls, Louise and Kylie appeared in front of the three. She crossed her arms and moved closer to Hermione.
"What did you do to my Draco?" Louise asked towering Hermione's 158cm height with her 179cm height. Hermione didn't flinch at her.
"Think whatever you want to think, Phillips," answered Hermione without care. "I don't need to answer to you. He's your boyfriend, isn't he? Ask him," she said and brushed Louise aside. "And here's his bag." She placed it beside Louise's feet and went inside the Great Hall, followed by Justin and Parvati.
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Draco woke up while the sun was still out but classes were almost finished. He looked at the wrist watch Hermione had given him while he tried to open his eyes to get a more clear view and found it was already half past 5 o' clock. He groaned at the thought that he would have to ask the others for notes on the topic and that there was only one person he could trust when it came to it. Hermione Granger.
Draco dragged himself up from the bed and rubbed his eyes. He yawned a couple of times before stepping out of the Hospital Wing with a quick goodbye to Madam Pomfrey to proceed to the Great Hall. There were around 10 people in the Great Hall, including him, when he entered but Draco didn't have to wait long before the other students swarmed in after their classes. He scanned the room for someone, however, his head was battling on whom he was supposedly looking for. Traitor, he thought to himself, referring to his eyes when they rested on Hermione as she walked in with Harry and Ron on each of her sides. Ron looked hungry as always but was listening, together with Hermione, at an animated story Harry was telling them. She was smiling at her raven-haired friend but she clearly looked distracted. Her eyes kept moving around as if she was looking for something and then her eyes met his. She quickly looked away from him but looked somewhat relieved.
Although Hermione looked away, Draco still followed her with his eyes. She sat down between Harry and Ron who sat beside their respective lovers. For a moment he saw her sigh and looked at each of her side.
Hermione was happy for her friends. People aren't so lucky to find a lover who can be a friend at the same time and she's glad Ron and Harry found it in Lavender and Ginny. But sometimes it would enter her mind how much she wanted a boyfriend of her own. She glanced again at each of her side, seeing Ron and Harry's eyes twinkle at the sight of the ladies. Draco looked at her like that, she thought to herself but brushed it off. This was no time to think of him in that way. She glanced at the Slytherin table, while facing down at her dinner. Draco was still looking at her but she couldn't read his expression.
Draco broke his gaze at Hermione when he felt delicate hands snake from his shoulders down to his chest. He looked to his side and was greeted by Louise's lips on his.
"Hello, lover. I was just about to get you at the Hospital Wing," said Louise, ruffling Draco's hair. "I'll see you tonight." She kissed him again on the lips, moving her head so much that some of her hair slapped Millicent Bulstrode's face and some landed on Draco's food.
The Slytherins who sat around Draco looked at the intruder who comfortably lounged about by their table. It was annoying, especially for Millicent who just had a taste of the Ravenclaw's hair.
Draco removed Louise's hands from his chest and her hair from his food. "I'm eating right now," he told her as he looked at her sternly, losing his appetite at the sight of a strand of hair on his vegetables. Louise pouted at him and marched off to her House table.
Hermione watched the interaction between Draco and Louise. Clearly, Draco was annoyed at how the woman was acting around him. Her haid in his food? So unsanitary. She smirked and shook her head. It's her he wants, it's her he gets, thought Hermione while she took a bite off her asparagus. She looked up at him again and found him looking her way. Hermione didn't know how to react. She was caught again. Or rather, did she caught him looking at her. Nevertheless, the thought was immediately squashed when Justin appeared in front of her.
"Hermione, could I talk to you?" Justin nervously asked her. Ron, Harry, Ginny and Lavender stopped their eating when they heard him. "Outside?"
Ron and Harry weren't oblivious to Hermione's crush on Justin Finch-Fletchley. For them, he was a nice bloke and all, being a Hufflepuff, also a muggleborn, but there was something they didn't like about him although they couldn't exactly put their fingers on it. The two looked from Justin to their bestfriend who was turning a light shade of pink. They saw her nod and stood up. The two looked at their girlfriends who had a knowing smile on their faces.
Hermione walked out the Great Hall, followed shortly by Justin. She waited for him by the door and he led her beside the statue of a gargoyle who was dozing off. Her heart was pounding mad as soon as Justin stood in front of her looking like a nervous wreck. Was this it? A minute ago she was just hoping for someone to come along and rid her of a lonely part in her heart and now she's standing in front of the boy she'd been crushing on for months. Hermione thought up of what Justin would possibly say and what her answers would be. She was hopeful. Afterall, the boy had paid so much attention to her the past weeks. She heard Justin clear his throat.
"Hermione... I," started Justin, his voice a little shaky. He shifter from one foot to the other.
Just tell me. Just tell me, screamed Hermione's head. Her hands were getting sweaty and she was getting a little impatient with what Justin would say but in a good way.
Justin cleared his throat again and attempted to talk in a more smooth voice as he looked down on the floor. "Hermione, I was wondering if you could ask Parvati..."
Just by that first part, Hermione knew what was coming next. All the color from her face went down the drain as she listened to Justin.
"...about her thoughts on me?" finished Justin. He sighed in relief once he got that out. He looked up and smiled at Hermione but she didn't look too happy.
Stupid. You're so stupid for getting your hopes up, Hermione thought to herself. She composed herself when Justin looked at her. "I think you should ask Lavender about that," she told him, this time, her voice was shaky.
Justin smiled nervously. "I'm not really comfortable with Lavender, you see, and-"
"The next thing closer to Parvati who you're comfortable with is me," Hermione finished her sentence for him, very disappointed in herself and the situation she caught herself in. She saw Justin nod at her, quite embarrassed. He was obviously unaware of her feelings towards him. Hermione looked down, hoping Justin would just vanish. How could she not have seen that for most of the times that Justin went near her, Parvati was with her?
"I hope it's not a burden," Justin said, trying to look at Hermione.
"No, course not. I'll ask her," answered Hermione. She looked up at Justin, but just looked at his hair. She didn't want to look in his eyes, knowing their twinkle weren't for her. "Excuse me," she said, holding back her tears and walked out on him although she didn't know exactly where she was going. Hermione let her tears fall as soon as her back was to Justin. She walked briskly with getting away from Justin the only thing in her head when she collided on someone with familiar arms lightly touching her arms.
"Mind where you're going, Granger," Draco drawled upon their collision.
"Not now, Draco," said Hermione, flatly as she continued to look down, trying to get away from him but his hands on her arms became firm.
Draco could hear Hermione sniff and saw her wipe her cheek with her hand. He loosened his touch and tried to peer into Hermione's gace that she still held down. He brought his hand to her chin but she moved her head the other way.
"Leave me alone," Hermione said and hurried to the stairs.
Draco saw the side of Hermione's face and knew that she was indeed crying as he watched her go up the stairs. He looked at the direction where Hermione came from and saw Justin walking in his direction, looking quite pleased. His hands balled into a fist and wanted to punch the smile off the Hufflepuff's face when Louise hooked her hand to his arm.
"Let's go, Draco," said Louise sweetly, resting her chin on his shoulder. "I'm very randy for you." There were hunger in her eyes as she dragged Draco to the stairs.
Draco looked back at Justin who entered the Great Hall then looked back to his front where Louise was still dragging him. Through their journey back to the Prefect's dormitory, Draco wondered what happened between the two that made Hermione cry. Justin wouldn't bully Hermione, and even If that's the case, she wouldn't let him stand and bully her. Perhaps a lover's spat? But why did she have so much pain in her expression? Were they even together?
He was out of his thoughts when Louise asked him to tell the painting the password. Draco scolded himself for minding Hermione's business and told the painting the password, reminding himself to tell the Heads to change it after this night. They went in and straight for the stairs when Draco saw Hermione sitting on the sofa, playing with the necklace he gave her as she stared into the crackling fire. She was very deep in her thoughts, she hadn't even noticed them. Louise then pulled Draco in his room and started to kiss him. The Slytherin let all his thoughts out of the window and let lust devour him.
Louise stripped out of her uniform with every step closer to Draco's bed until she was stark naked. Draco let his hands travel along the sides of the Ravenclaw's smooth body, grabbing her arse cheek in one hand, and her breast in the other. This made Louise moan as he sucked on her bottom lip and then she started to undress him, starting with his pants. She grabbed his growing member through his boxers, making Draco moan with pleasure. She quickly removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt and pushed him down on the bed. Louise straddled him and sat down on his thighs while she kissed him harshly. He could feel her getting all wet. Draco moved his leg up a little, touching Louise's vulva. She started to grind to him as she kissed him from his neck, down to his chest, stomach and finally, his hard manhood which she enveloped with her mouth. Draco moaned loudly, closing his eyes as he felt the warm tongue encircling the tip of his member. He was savoring the pleasure when Hermione's face entered his mind, her expression the one he saw earlier when she ran up the stairs. He was pre-occupied with Hermione as his head started to wonder about her tears, he didn't even realize that Louise sat on top of him and brought him inside her, riding away. He was brought out of his thoughts with Louise's loud moans.
"Oh, Draco! Yes!" Louise shouted. Draco had to conjure a silencing charm in his room. "Mmm.. Draco! Say my name! Tell me what you're thinking."
However, Hermione's image in his head didn't go away.
"Tell me." Of course Louise expected compliments and praise about her "performance". She rode him like a nymph.
"Hermione," whispered Draco quietly, his eyes were out of focus, Hermione's crying form still in his head.
Louise stopped moving and just sat there on top of him. "What did you say?" she asked him, very bewildered at the name she just heard. "What did you say?" Louise got up from Draco and started to gather her clothes. "You're having sex with me and you're thinking about Hermione fucking Granger?" she said as she started to put on her underwear.
Draco got up from his bed. "I'm not thinking about her," he said as he picked up his boxers on the floor and put it on. "She just popped up in my head.
"You're a dirty, sex-starved cheater, Draco Malfoy!" Louise shouted at him, this time she was buttoning up her blouse. "I don't want to hear this! Go fuck your head off with that Mudblood!" Louise opened the door and ran down the stairs.
"Phillips!" Draco called out and ran down after her while he wore his Slytherin shirt. "Louise!" He saw Hermione still sitting on the sofa but was now looking between him and Louise, her eyes still red from all the crying. Draco saw the Ravenclaw walk up to Hermione.
"You!" said Louise as she approached the girl she thought Draco had been cheating on her with. "You slutty Mudblood whore! Did you really think I won't find out what you've been doing behind my back?"
"Louise! It's not like that, idiot!" Draco said as he jumped over the rail of the stairs. The last thing he wanted to happen was Hermione knowing what happened between him and Louise in his bedroom.
Hermione stood up and was ready to answer back at Louise but the Ravenclaw's hand was too quick. Louise slapped her hard. Hermione brough up her hand to the cheek Louise slapped and looked at her very coldly. Draco now stood between the two girls. Hermione pushed him away.
"How dare you, you daft bimbo, lay a hand on me!" said Hermione, ready to attack Louise. With so much on her mind right now, she didn't need this girl telling her stuff Hermione doesn't understand.
Draco stood between the two again, his back to Hermione. He held both Louise's hands when she tried to claw at Hermione while Hermione was stooping up to get her hands over his shoulders. Emotionally tired, Hermione just stopped and took a step back, Draco battle with the Ravenclaw. Louise, trying hard to get to the Gryffindor, scratched Draco's cheek, causing it to bleed and that was it. He started to walk and dragged Louise to the portrait hole, just in time when Lavender entered. Lavender stood out of the way as Draco and Louise walked past her and he brought her out the portrait hole.
Lavender saw the top of Hermione's head by the sofa. She wondered what happened to her friend and Justin after they talked, hoping it went all good and what Hermione had always wished. She looked back at the little hallway from the portrait and saw Draco coming back. She saw the blood on his cheek but was distracted when she saw the tent down his boxers. Draco followed her eyes and the idea of checking on Hermione vanished when he saw his boxers. Turning a little shade of pink when he looked back up at Lavender, he sprinted back to his room.
Lavender walked towards Hermione with a smile on her face but it quickly vanished when she saw her red eyes. "What happened?" Lavender asked, sitting beside Hermione.
A single tear ran down Hermione's cheek and she looked at Lavender. She saw her friend's expression, very worried. "It wasn't me, Lav," she answered quietly and she tried to lighten up Lavender's expression by bringing herself to smile but it didn't come. "It was Parvati he liked. He came to me to get closer to Parvati."
Lavender moved to hug Hermione but she stopped her. "No, Lav. Don't," she said, holding back the tears that started to well up in her eyes. "If you hug me, and I feel pitied, I'll start crying again. And I've cried enough over him." Hermione wiped away the tears that traveled down her cheeks when she closed her eyes.
Not knowing what to say, or if it was appropriate to even say anything at all, Lavender held Hermione's hand in hers. Hermione rested her head on Lavender's shoulder and the latter kissed her hair, like a mum trying to make her daughter feel better.
"I can't believe he'd use me to get closer to her," said Hermione like a little child who got her lolly stolen from her. "Even Malfoy had the decency to let me know that he'll use me to make someone jealous." Hermione sighed.
Lavender knew that the words coming from Hermione's mouth were because she was hurt, but she couldn't let her be lost in it. "Love, I'm sure he didn't mean to," she said, trying to look at Hermione. "And, he wasn't aware of your feelings, right? It would be different if he knew and still he came to you for Parvati."
Hermione lifted her head from Lavender's shoulders. Lavender was right. It would have been much worse and much more painful if he was, he led her on and then asked about Parvati. She nodded at her and smiled weakly. "I... I suppose you're right," she said quietly and rested her head on Lavender's shoulder again. "But I'm still hurt," stubbornly said.
"I know. I know," said Lavender as she tilted her head and rested her cheek on Hermione's head. And then her head shot upright again when she remembered the scene that she witnessed earlier. "What's got Malfoy and Phillips' wands in a knot?" she asked Hermione.
"That stupid woman slapped me!" Hermione's head also shot up from Lavender's shoulder as she touched the cheek that Louise slapped. "And she's accused me of something again. Something about doing something behind her back," she told Lavender, trying to figure out what was that thing she did.
"And what did Malfoy say?"
"He said 'it's not like that' or something in those words," Hermione answered, cringing her nose.
"And what do you suppose it is?"
"I have no idea."
Meanwhile in Draco's room, he wiped the blood off of his cheek with a clean towel and there was a visible small cut on its spot. He had done it this time. He tried to reason with her, tried to tell her that he and Hermione weren't involved in something but Louise just slapped him and stormed out. Surely word will go out about her stupid assumption. He remembered Hermione's sad expression. Tomorrow morning, he's positive it will turn to anger. Anger intended for him.
He turned his attention to his little tent. Draco groaned as he felt the pain below his stomach and he needed to do something about it.
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