Chapter 12

*WARNING* Chapter contains smut *WARNING*

"We have to get him to the Hospital Wing!", Hermione said anxiously.

"We can't", Blaise answered, scratching the back of his head in discomfort. "Unless it's absolutely necessary. We'd have to explain how he got injured and there will be consequences. Bad consequences... For him and the Gryffindors."

"Alright...", Hermione muttered , trying to calm down and think. "You're right... Okay... Put him on his bed."

Crabbe and Goyle picked him up gently and carried him over. Theo brought her bag.

"I'll call you when I need you", Hermione said, closing the curtains behind her.

Quickly she searched Draco's pockets and found her wand. She saw various cuts and bruises on his head, but nothing too serious. She started to remove his clothes looking for his injuries. She saw his left pinky finger was broken, as were two toes on his left foot and and his ankle was sprained heavily. She fixed him up with a few Episkey spells and the tin of healing cream. He hadn't woken through the process, so she suspected he had a concussion as well. She pulled the covers over his body.

"And?", Blaise asked nervously when she appeared from behind the curtains.

"I think he'll be fine", Hermione told them. "A concussion, broken finger, two fractured toes, sprained ankle and a lot of cuts and bruises. However, he won't be able to make it to class tomorrow."

"No worries", Theo said, "I'll just tell the professors he's feeling a bit under the weather. It's Friday, so he won't have to come out until Monday."

"He should be fine by then", Hermione nodded. "Thank Merlin for healing cream. We should get some sleep, goodnight guys."

Hermione took out a second blanket for herself and lay down next to Draco. She was very careful not to touch him as she was acutely aware of his nakedness underneath his covers. She felt a little guilty for the pain she'd caused him by her demand to get her stuff. After observing him for a while she rolled over to her back and stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

The next day Hermione was rummaging through the bag. She'd found the oversized shirt she loved to sleep in and put it on. She was just about to use her wand to Accio her hairbrush out when Draco grunted beside her. She dropped everything and scooted over to him.

Draco stirred for a bit and slowly he opened his eyes.

"You're awake!", she squealed in relief and she kissed him full on the lips. Quickly she wanted to pull back, blushing profoundly, but he tangled his fingers through her hair and deepened the kiss.

"Morning", he whispered hoarsely when he finally let her go. There was that something in her heart again...

"Morning", she whispered back awkwardly, brushing his hair from his face. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been ran over by the Hogwarts Express..."

"I'll get you something to drink", she smiled, "The others are already off to their classes."

She fetched him some water and a bit of yogurt.

"Can't I have coffee?", Draco whined.

"No you can't", Hermione said sternly, "You've got a concussion and it you drink coffee the headache will get worse. You're going to drink this, eat your yogurt and then you're going to get some more sleep."

"Can I get another kiss before I go back to sleep?", he asked innocently.

"Fine...", she answered, eying him suspiciously.

The moment she came close enough Draco grabbed her and pulled her on top of him, kissing her passionately. He had wanted to do this from the moment he'd woken up with her touching his hair that very first night. His tongue trailed her lips, begging for entrance. He tilted her head back and she relented. His tongue plunged in her mouth, caressing it until she made a whimpering sound. He nipped her lower lip and taking charge of the kiss, Hermione entered his mouth, her tongue gliding over his gently. He moaned, cupping her arse with his hands. She whimpered and pulled back as he touched her bruises.

"Don't", Hermione whispered as he opened his mouth to apologise, "Go to sleep. I'm staying right here."

Hermione took her book and Draco closed his eyes, his hand on her hip as he drifted off to sleep.

Draco slept soundly for the remainder of the day. Hermione only allowed him to eat some chicken soup for dinner before tucking him back in. She snuggled up against him with her Arithmancy book, some light reading. It wasn't long before she fell asleep.

The next day Draco woke up early, the sun was barely lighting up the lake yet. He didn't know what had woken him, only that he was painfully aroused. Silently he let his hand slide down, only to discover he was naked. He'd forgotten that Hermione had taken his clothes away the day before in order to tend to his wounds. Had she taken a peek then?

He gave his cock a few strokes, trying to release some of the pressure.

That moment Hermione let out a small sigh. Draco stilled and watched her flush while sighing some more, subconsciously pushing her hands between her legs. Oh Merlin, was she having a sex dream? About him? Draco groaned at that thought.

Hermione jolted awake. He closed his eyes quickly and leveled out his breath, pretending to be asleep. Hermione eyed him and when she was sure he was sleeping, she let her head fall down on the pillow again. She'd dreamt about their kiss, only in her dream, they hadn't stopped at kissing.

She closed her eyes again and let her hands wander, thinking about it. She unbuttoned her shirt and rolled her nipples between her fingers, imagining it was Draco. Her right hand slipped down her belly and in between her legs. She caressed her clit with her thumb while pushing her finger inside. Her breath sped up and she added a second finger. Draco wasn't even pretending to be asleep anymore and watched her hungrily, his hand squeezing his length. This was by far one of the most sexy things he'd ever seen. She rubbed her clit faster and when her back arched up from the bed in a silent orgasm, Draco couldn't contain himself anymore. Hermione moaned as he took her nipple in his mouth and she convulsed beneath him. His tongue touched it just right, prolonging her orgasm and causing his own.

When she came down from her high she was blushing like mad, she couldn't look at him. How, in Merlin's name, could she have let herself carried away like that, pleasuring herself with him right there?

"Hermione", Draco said huskily, turning her face towards his, "Next time Sweetheart, just wake me up..."