Death of Moonlight
Chapter Eleven: Too Much
Beep. Beep. Beep.
'What the effen' hell?" a horse whisper into the stark white hospital room.
Bright lights gleamed off of ever pristine surface.
"Good, you're awake Mr. Weasley," a heavy-set woman in lime green robes was standing over him.
Stomping down the streets, cursing his life;
The sight of Hermione and Draco pressed against each-other burned into his mind.
Snow swirled around him in the dusky afternoon.
The screech of brakes, a hunk of metal spinning un-controllably towards him, impact.
Blackness.
"Stupid muggle contraptions," he muttered before the large healer tipped a potion down his throat and he fell again into darkness.
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Hermione was sitting alone in a sea of red.
Every Weasley and friend of a Weasley was packed into the waiting room at Saint Mungo's. However she sat alone. Word of her being caught with Draco on the couch had spread like fiendfire through her immediate group of friends. Harry was on the other side of the room looking at her sympathetically as his slightly rounding wife held him in his seat.
The rest of room held no mercy for the girl they had thought of as a sister as she sat huddled in a corner chair silently crying.
The accident was simple and freak. Ron had left her apartment in muggle London in a typical-Weasley-rage mixed with his confusion and as he stomped down the sidewalk a taxi slipped on some ice and ran up onto the sidewalk. Everybody saw it happening except Ronald who was blinded by grief. The truck knocked him around before someone grabbed him and pulled his unconscious form out of the line of the spinning metal.
Thankfully a wizard in the crowd recognized Ron from the war and called Saint Mungos and the Ministry.
Ms. Weasley was crying into her husband's chest loudly in the small waiting room when a heavy set nurse came out of Ron's door. The roomful of people looked up expectantly, all except for Hermione who kept her head lowered in shame.
"He's woken for a minute and he seems to remember what happened so there seems to be no brain damage so that's good. Just a few cuts and bruises and he'll be a little confused. He woke up about an hour ago the first time but I sedated him for a few more tests but now he's sitting up and asking for three people specifically." The woman in the lime green robes held her hands on her hips with acute authority.
"He needs Harry Potter, Molly Weasley, and Hermione Granger."
The room simmered.
Hermione felt their heated stares and their thoughts were obvious, "Why does he want to see the slut?"
She stood from her chair silently and followed a sniffling Ms. Weasley and she almost smiled when Harry put his hand on the small of her back to lead her into the room. She heard Ginny gasp in anger before the door closed behind them.
They saw him laying in the bed and a fresh wave of tears slipped silently down Hermione's flushed cheeks, combined with the fact that Draco wasn't near had her body shaking.
Ron's eyes flicked to each person before smiling weakly, his eyes crinkling happily in the corners.
"Harry…is it true?" Ron croaked, fingering the bandage over his eye.
Harry took a step closer, somehow knowing exactly what his best friend was talking about before nodding.
"Is what true? What is it?!" Ms. Weasley asked stepping as far away from Hermione as possible.
"Mom, Hermione technically didn't cheat on me…and even if she did, well; she couldn't help it." Ron said looking at Hermione with soft blue eyes which made her fall onto the ground sobbing softly.
"Yes she did Ron, we all know you caught her with that little shit Malfoy," Molly said eyes blazing.
"Harry I'm too tired to explain," Ron said leaning back slowly.
Harry truned to Ms. Weasley and began to explain all about the prophecy, and Draco and Hermione's need to be together or be physically sick.
"Have you told the ministry yet?" She asked brows furrowed looking over to Hermione who was convulsing on the floor and crying.
"Not yet and apparently its getting worse…" Harry said crouching over his friend with worry.
Suddenly there was a loud uproar from the waiting room and the four people in the room looked toward the door as a sweating and shaking Draco Malfoy burst in. He quickly ran to Hermione tucking her small form into his chest as she clutched against him desperately.
Ms. Weasley and Ron watched in amazement as they both began to breathe easier and stop shaking. Draco whispered softly in her ear as he stroked her hair.
"Well, I guess I better go tell the family and explain…I'm so sorry Hermione." Molly kissed Ron on the forehead before disappearing back into the waiting room leaving the tension filled hospital room.
As Malfoy picked Hermione up she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest to avoid the stares as he marched her through the waiting room and out of Saint Mungos.
This was too much for her to even handle.
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"Harry, please come in…having any luck with that Dracolia and Mira case?" The dark eyed minister smiled at Harry brightly folding his hands together on top of his desk.
"Er, well yes I think I've found the conclusion although the prophecy seems to be filling itself…" Harry trailed off.
"Well get on with it." Kingsley said brightly.
"Well Luna and I concluded that the most likely reason a love would kill the Wizarding world is a curse, although we don't exactly know what that is exactly." Harry started plopping down into a nearby chair.
"Good, good…any leads on who the prophecy is about?"
"Well yes, on that we're certain."
"Well?"
"Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger," Harry said rubbing his temples with his fingertips.
"Oh my Mirlin," The minister said as he stared at the man who lived.
"Exactly."
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"Bloody hell Granger stop pacing."
"I can't Malfoy because our whole lives are screwed up right now." Hermione said her hair wild as she paced back and forth across her living room.
"Come on, it could be worse you could be stuck with Goyle for the rest of your life." Malfoy lifted his mouth into his signature smirk.
"Ugh! You are such a prat, can you not shut that ferrety mouth for two seconds." She growled running her hand through her curly mane.
"Well Granger why don't you sit your ugly ass down for two seconds," Malfoy sneered lifting his eyebrows in defiance.
"God anyone would be better than you to be stuck with," she said facing him her hands placed Molly-like on her hips.
Draco stood, towering above her his mouth curling to reveal his straight white teeth that seemed to gleam from the lights mincingly.
"You don't scare me," she said proudly, a golden glow began to pulse from her small hands.
"Really Granger?" he said lowly, a chill racing down her spine as he backed her into a wall.
"Really Malfoy," she spat staring up at his accusingly.
And it was in that intense moment that they both stopped and for the first time taking note of each other's faces.
Hermione noticed how sharp his cheek bones were and how his eyes were like melted silver or steel. His pale skin was smooth and creamy his nose straight, he was perfection.
Draco noticed her small pixie nose and wide chocolate eyes with dark lashes that brush the top of her eyebrows. Her flushed cheeks and peaches and cream skin. With a small pouty mouth that begged him to pull her to him.
They were breathing heavily with anger and arousal, and the second their eyes connected it was so heated that Hermione felt the fire in her bones.
Draco pressed her against the wall and she stood on her tiptoes so that their mouths could touch. They gasped against one another, why did they wait so long to do this again? Why did they ever stop?
Draco picked her up easily the muscles shifting in his shoulders and back as he threw her on the couch and crawled feline like above her.
He gripped her hips as she held his face and pulled her down to her lips again.
They pressed their mouths against one another slowly heatedly as the blood in their veins began to boil.
The kiss soon became desperate; pushing and pulling against each other for control and satisfaction.
Draco's shirt was discarded, crumpling into a pile of white on her hardwood floor. She ran her small hands along the planes of muscle beneath his heated skin as he began to lick and suck at the long column of her swan like neck.
His nose skimmed along the pulsing vein of her jugular, and the sweet-salty smell of her blood made his back arch and a growl rip through his body. He ripped off her shirt pressing his hot hands against every inch of her flushed torso and arms.
She panted against him, her chest spilling out of the innocent white fabric of her bra.
His long fingers skimmed along her jeans playing with the soft skin at the bottom of her stomach, she arched against him with a slow breath bringing their bodies to connect beneath the fabric of their jeans.
They both moaned, the heat was consuming their bodies and all thought became fuzzy in a haze of lust. Yet somehow Hermione's voice broke through the lust as she hugged Draco's panting body to hers.
"We need to stop, I want…our first time, to be when we actually like erm, each other and not just because of a curse or spell." She said softly.
"You're right Granger…as always, however the part of my brain that is male is cursing you right now," he murmured against her neck and shoulder joint making her shudder with goose bumps. They stayed clutched to each other until their breathing slowed and they fell into a fitful sleep. Dreams or nightmares of lust flashing like an old movie through their minds.
A/N: Hey Kids that was intense huh? I got a little carried away I'm not going to lie. But there's some Dramione fluff for you all. Merry Christmas a little late.