Chapter 10- Reversible

My skin had a faint red tint to in in large patches, but that was the only sign of the burns that had been there. Madam Pomfrey let us leave, muttering under her breath that she needed to lock the doors on us. I didn't find it funny. It's not like we wanted to end up in the hospital wing every other day. Pansy Parkinson had done it, I was sure. Once Malfoy said her name it all clicked in my head. She was a clingy bitch, and hated that Malfoy was giving me some of his divided attention. I wasn't sure who he'd rather spend time with; the Mudblood or the bitch.

' Meaning you aren't a bitch?'

I didn't bother responding to that. Every girl could act that way, but some girls were like that naturally. He was just upset and confused like I was. I started scratching at the red spots all over my skin, making them burn slightly. They were really itchy and I could have sworn Madam Pomfrey had said they wouldn't bother us anymore.

She probably just had as much of Malfoy as she could take.

'I heard that. You haven't really mastered the art of blocking the thought connection have you?'

'Obviously.'

'Why so moody Granger?'

'I kinda feel like my dog just died or something. I don't see why, though. You're nothing but a ferret. A scrawny one at that.'

'I'll ignore the end of that comment for my own sanity. I feel the same way. Kind of like there's a haze of the world right now and the one we dreamed of is real. This world isn't nearly as happy.'

'We also have something else to worry about.'

I didn't get to hear his response, because Celia decided that moment was perfect to come and visit. The cold shiver raced up my spine and my legs locked in place as she took control. I was so tired, despite the two week coma. I just wanted to lie down and rest. I didn't want to get hot and heavy with Malfoy, despite the wondrous world we had shared.

"I'm not here for sex or even to kill him. I want answers first and he has them." She said shortly and took off in the direction of the Slytherin Common room. Malfoy met her half way. He knew why she was here it seemed.

"Lucian, do you remember the night you asked me to marry you?" she whispered, grasping his hands. I felt like an intruder somehow. I shouldn't even be listening.

'Granger, can you hear me?'

'Yes. I don't want them to be here right now, so let's just get through this so we can go to bed.'

'Fine by me, I just hate when he's here. He knows everything about me because he practically took my memories under a microscope. Bloody annoying.'

'It's the same with Celia, though I don't really dislike her. I just don't understand her. I mean look at what she did? Loved a Slytherin that was obviously following in the path of Salazar? She actually believed there was nothing wrong thinking they would have a happily ever after.'

'This Lucian guy thinks that Celia is a Goddess that he has to worship. I don't think that he loves her, but just likes the idea of being in love.'

'Celia loves him, I know that for sure. I can feel it when she looks in your eyes. She can actually see him in you. I think that's what she's wanting. The truth that it really was her fault and that she should have stayed away from what she didn't fully understand.'

'Should I read more into what you just said, or no?'

'I know that I don't belong in the world Malfoy. No matter how much I learn about this world, I'll never completely understand it. I'll never be only a witch. I don't have a place anymore and I haven't for a while.'

'This isn't the Granger I know.'

'I've always tried so hard to fit in. You've always mocked me for it; of course I wouldn't be honest with you. I believed every word you told me, you know. You were born and raised for this world, while I was thrown into it without any help. I took your insults to heart, thinking I wasn't ever going to be good enough. You were right. Doesn't that make you happy?

'No, not like I thought it would. I don't know anything about belonging Granger. I was- I still am a jealous prat. I just hated you had better grades than me.'

"Are you two going to shut up?" Celia said sharply, unsuppressed anger in her voice.

"Celia, they're right."

I was shocked into silence. I'd almost completely forgotten about them during my heartfelt confession. They'd heard everything.

"I tried so hard not to love you. I knew it was a bad idea. Salazar told me what you were. Muggle filth. I didn't believe him, but I wanted to be just like him, so I didn't let myself love you. I told myself I was in it for the pleasure, not the feelings.

"I knew he was going to kill you. I wasn't doing a good enough job of distancing you and purposing was the last straw. He bound me just outside the door and made it transparent. I saw the whole thing, Celia. I knew what he was doing to you. I saw it. I wanted to save you because I thought you were made for me. I still believe that. I never believed Salazar. I just wanted the power and I'm sorry it cost you your life."

Celia hadn't moved an inch, hadn't said a word. Then she suddenly put her hands across my stomach, in a rubbing motion.

"I thought you knew." She whispered.

"Knew what?" Lucian's, or Malfoy's, voice was hoarse with emotion, like he was trying not to cry. I didn't really think he could.

"I was going to have your child. I thought you believed as Salazar did. You thought our baby was filthy and deserved to die."

He reached for her and pulled her into his lap, caressing her forehead in a constant motion. He was crying now. Celia had tried to keep the tears at bay, but the threshold broke and she started sobbing. I realized they were on the floor in the middle of the dungeons. It was probably in the middle of the night by now.

I don't know how long they held each other, but eventually they drifted away, and I was left alone in my body. I was exhausted, more than I had been before the sobbing.

I just wanted sleep, so I did.

I didn't wake up in the infirmary. I was thankful for that at least. I didn't recognize the sofa I was laying on, still wrapped in Malfoy's arms. Even worse was that he wouldn't wake. His arms were wound tightly around my waist, his chin resting slightly on my hair. I was comfortable, but knew I needed to wake before someone found us. I still didn't move, and it was just because I was so warm. I felt his warm breath hit my neck every other second as he slept on. I tried to get up, growing a little warm suddenly. I only managed to turn and face him. He arms tightened at me movements, so I decided to just wait. He would be angry no matter how he woke.

His face was just as it had been every other time I'd seen it. He had the lightest stubble on his lower jaw that I wouldn't have ever noticed unless I was this close. His eyelashes were a deep black instead of a pale blond. His eyebrows seemed like a combination that came out looking brownish. Malfoy was beautiful. There was no other word for it. He was hot or handsome. He was beautiful. I especially loved his long elegant nose that seemed flawless. I could have sworn I broke it in third year. I suddenly wanted to place a kiss on his face. My own face heated in embarrassment. Did this classify as molesting him in his sleep?

I looked up from his face and tried to see where I was. Not in either common room or either of our rooms that was for sure. This looked like a living room of some sort.

Malfoy's arm squeezed my waist more tightly; I could feel his individual fingers on my clothed skin. My head moved to lay on his chest, completely aware of how well toned it was. He kept on sleeping and I felt my eyes drop, though I knew I wouldn't sleep. I could rip myself out of him embrace, but I just didn't want to. Maybe it was because of how brutally honest I'd been with him last night, or because of how much Celia and Lucian were like us. Two houses, two worlds, two sets of beliefs. The only difference was that I didn't love Malfoy. I didn't.

"Liar."

I stiffened instantly, cursing myself for not remembering to see when he woke. I should have heard or felt his breathing speed up. I was too embarrassed to move so I just buried my head in his chest, unable to look him in the face. He chuckled against my hair and stroked my waist with a lazy finger.

"What in the world are you two doing?"

I jumped so high that I fell off the large sofa and away from Malfoy's comforting arms. I was actually disappointed about that.

Professor Snape stood in a doorway I hadn't seen, looking confused and murderous. Only he was glaring at Malfoy.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves. I don't know how you got into my sitting room, but you best not fornicate on my sofa."

My face flushed, more of anger than not.

"Well that makes two of us, because I don't know how I got there either. Last I remember was Celia coming to visit last night and we were in the hall when she left."

Malfoy made a coughing noise. "I brought us here, but only because I could barely stand. They were with us for over four hours. We were drained by the time they left."

Snape raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "I fail to see why that means you need to fornicate on my sofa."

I snorted, "If that's what you think fornicating is, than you've been doing it wrong."

Malfoy laughed out loud and I smirked at him, but knew I was probably going to get detention for it.

"I can assure you I have not been…doing it wrong. You can't go as far to say what you were doing was appropriate on my sofa."

I choked a little at how he took my insult in stride. It's exactly the response I would have given. Weird.

"Well I sure as hell didn't put us there. Blame him." I ran a hand through my tangled hair and pulled it away from my face.

"He can't punish me. I'm his favorite student." Malfoy said proudly, smirking at Snape.

"Who told you that?" Malfoy lost his smirk and glared at Snape.

"That's not helping me. I was trying to enjoy Granger getting detention."

"Ten points from each of your houses!" He said suddenly, looking strangely gleeful, even though he wasn't smiling. I didn't think he could smile.

"I think you're right, Granger."

I blinked, "You didn't need to listen to that."

Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Like I have much of a choice. Like you said, were bound. What was the poetic paragraph you thought? Two houses, two worlds…"

I sent him the nasty image of cutting his manhood off and he flushed.

"That's disgusting. Whose dick was that?"

I gasped in outrage, aware that Professor Snape was still there.

"Malfoy now it not the time to being vile!" I snapped, my face flushing angrily.

"I bet it was weasels. You can't have seen too many, right?"

My anger disappeared and coldness took its place. How could he not know whose it was? I hadn't even meant to do it; I just wanted him to stop embarrassing me.

He realized it a moment later and looked ready to vomit.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to….I'm sorry." I mumbled and got to my feet.

"I should have known. I'm not usually that thick."

I nodded and looked over at Professor Snape. He looked pale and disgusted. By me, no less.

"Do I have detention?" I whispered.

"Yes, the both of you for two weeks. I did not need this conversation to make my life complete." He barked and stormed out of the room.

I tried not to run from the room, but wished I had when Malfoy caught up to me a few minutes later. I was still at least ten minutes from my dorm.

He tugged on my wrist until I faced him.

"I'm sorry, I guess it's easier for me to forget."

"It's fine Malfoy and you didn't have to speak to me to tell me this."

He frowned and looked at me intensely. I didn't like it. I really didn't.

"You're lying." He whispered softly. I shook my head angrily. I didn't want him. I didn't.

He placed a hand on my cheek and forced me to look at him. I felt tears rise in my eyes, because he was right. Damn it, he was right. I was lying to myself.

He kissed my nose, my cheeks, and my forehead and then finally he brushed his lips against mine. It was so soft and foreign. I was impatient. I grabbed a fistful of hair and crushed my mouth into his. He let out a yelp of surprise when I bit down on his bottom lip. I was angry. I was angry with him, with Snape and mostly myself. Why did it have to be now? And why did it have to be him?

He pressed me into the wall and slid his leg between mine creating that delicious friction that I'd been afraid of for so long. He kissed his way down to my neck and bit down. Hard. I let out a small scream, to his pleasure. He did the same to the other side and soon my neck was filled with purple bite size bruises. I captured his mouth again, wanting to taste him over and over. He hitched up my skirt and gripped my thighs. The fear didn't faze me, because I knew he wasn't his father and I could tell him to stop whenever I wanted. I wasn't going to let Lucius Malfoy control me anymore. He'd done his damage.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, feeling his hands slid up to my bum. I pulled his shirt open, the buttons scattered all over the empty hallway. He chuckled against my mouth before shrugging the torn shirt off. My hands ran up and down his chiseled chest. What muggle eighteen year old would look like this? None of the ones I knew for sure.

"Hermione!"

It was Harry that screamed my name, but I kept kissing Draco for a few more seconds before looking over at him.

"Draco?" Malfoy questioned. I smirked, "You just shoved your tongue down my throat and I can't call you by your first name?"

"I believe you tongue was down my throat, Hermione." He purred softly in my ear. I smiled at his obvious attempt to make a point.

"Harry, you wanted something." I didn't take my eyes of Draco. His first name felt strange, but I knew I would get used to it.

"You will?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes." I said simply.

"Hermione, what the fuck are you doing whoring with him?" Harry demanded angrily, clenching his fist. He must have been channeling Ron.

"I'm going to spend the rest of my life alone Harry. I won't marry nor have kids. I feel something for this ferret and if its real I'm going to take it. I'm done with making sacrifices. I've made so many for you, because I love you like I would my own brother. I deserve this." I said hotly, staring Draco in the eyes the whole time. My gaze never wavered.

"But does he deserve you?" Harry asked.

I didn't hesitate, "Yes." Harry muttered something under his breath and stomped away.

I let out a breath and sighed deeply.

"Did you mean it? Do I really deserve any of this?" He asked softly. I knew what it took him to ask me. He was a man of pride and made my insides flutter to know he trusted me.

"I believe that, but don't ask me why. I just do." I laced our fingers and looked at him curiously. He was smiling. Not smirking, but a full blown smile. I could even see his white teeth. I kissed him, knocking our teeth together, beyond even thinking about how I shouldn't ever be with a Malfoy.

A/N:School got in the way of updating during the week, sorry bout that. Anyway, you haven't seen the last of Celia and Lucian and no Hermione wont get pregnant. That would be corny, to me anyway. Reviews give me inspiration!