Please excuse the long wait, I didn't forget about you guys! School, sports and an emotional breakdown kinda made this week difficult. Most of the updating will be around the weekends from now on, it's easier that way. I am writing this as I go along, with new ideas and things all the time despite the fact I know the main direction this is going. So bear with me!
I'm a little disappointed that I didn't get any reviews past the second or third day of putting my last chapter up. Regardless, thanks to those of you that did review.
Gin-gin06 – So glad you like Cynric, few reviewers have been harsh towards him. I gotta work on making him more likable, eh?
JaspersEmotionalGirl – Hermione gone wild.
BelleBelles – It is out of character, but I'm explaining why as I go along. She's not ALWAYS out of character though, you'll see. There's just moments… fleeting…
laffytgirl – As I may have said before, I find it difficult to proofread my own work, it's weird because I think I did it right but I may not have so I skim. Thanks for the criticism, it's welcome. Kacia is Hermione's best muggle friend and her name's Greek, btw.
Tiaralynn54 – Trying my best to keep up with the demands! Haha, who doesn't love some Hogwarts gone wild in Cancun? (:
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Hermione's head was spinning as she stepped out of Cynric's room and she was smiling to herself. That might've been the most uncharacteristic thing she'd ever done, but then again, she was doing lots of those things these days.
She turned a corner on the third floor and started down the stairs to her portrait hole on the first floor. She readjusted her camisole that didn't seem to fit right anymore with all the ways it'd be tugged and pulled her wavy hair up into a ponytail. There was a pep in her step and she couldn't help but wonder if there was a different person living in her body. She giggled hysterically to herself at the prospect and passed an empty hallway before she heard a familiar sounding groan. She backed up in time to see Malfoy pressing perfect, rich and Pureblood Astoria Greengrass against the wall, attacking her neck and grinding his lower body into hers.
Hermione ran the rest of the way into the common room and managed to just step into the common room before she threw up the contents of her stomach and slid to the floor.
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Draco was heading back to the common room after he ran into Astoria on his way back from the library.
His girlfriend really wasn't demanding much when she asked for one make out session after months of nothing. Still, he had to picture Granger in her latest unGrangeresque outfit to make himself sound like he was enjoying it believably.
It wasn't till the smell of scourgified puke filled his nostrils that he noticed Granger slicked with sweat whimpering in a dreamless sleep in a heap on the floor to the right of the portrait hole.
"Hermione!" he panicked and scooped her up onto the couch.
She opened her eyes slightly but nausea overtook her and she groaned and twisted in his arms.
He placed an incantation over her head and sighed with relief.
"It's just a slight magical malady Granger, you'll be okay," he told her, conjuring a blanket and tucking her in on the couch.
"I don't need your help," she mustered up, without opening her eyes.
He chuckled lightly and snapped his fingers for the house elf to arrive.
"I don't see how you're gonna help yourself out of this one," he told the sick girl and she groaned of pure exasperation at the situation.
Of course, at the time she wanted to see his face the least, he was her only hope.
In a few minutes she found herself upright and sipping at the spoon Malfoy was feeding her, full of steaming hot chicken soup.
After a few mouthfuls, she had some strength to speak.
"Chicken soup is a Muggle remedy," she said, questioningly.
He grinned. "Silly Granger. It actually has magical spices laced in it that contain healing powers. The Muggles adopted it through some interrelations back in the day."
She glared up at him but one spoon after another, let him feed her. There were only so many situations in which you can belittle Hermione Granger and this was one of them. She kept eying him at the process continued, searching his face for a sign of Malfoyness.
There was none.
After he fed her like an incompetent, small child, she leaned back into the couch and closed her eyes. But, she only let herself sink into a deep and much needed sleep when she heard his footsteps becoming softer and farther
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Sunday morning Hermione woke up to Malfoy standing over her.
"Better?" he asked when she opened her eyes.
She was laying on the couch under a pile of blankets that she didn't put there. She sat up gingerly and let out a breath of relief when nausea didn't overtake her.
"Yes, actually I am," she replied.
He accio'd something that sounded like 'Granger's tea' and she took the steaming, huge cup, gratefully between her hands.
Between sips, she looked up at him, now sitting in an armchair across her still looking at her.
"Thank you," she said, "for everything."
He straightened up at this but she caught the way his mouth tugged into a half smile.
"Well I couldn't very well just leave you passed out now, could I?"
She ignored his remark, not looking to start another fight because she simply didn't have the energy to do so.
They both sat there for a very long time, her under a multitude of what seemed like entirely forest green Goblin made silk blankets, that she shifted uncomfortably under and him sitting in the armchair, watching her squirm.
Hermione didn't like the fact he'd thought of blankets and that she was completely grateful for them. It wasn't in her nature to be taken care of, but to take of.
Especially not by Malfoy.
It was an eerie feeling that ended up sparking up the damn butterflies again. Those creatures needed to die. But they turned violent, sending her being into flames, when everything flashed back to her.
Astoria against the wall, Draco's soft moan.
She got to her feet, pushed the blankets to the side, and put the mug down on the table. She stalked up into her room with as much buoyancy as she could muster and noticed she was in her pajamas, wincing. How did that happen? She didn't give it too much thought when Draco called out.
"Where are you going?" he said, tracing her figure, halfway up the stairs with his eyes.
"My room," she replied, only allowing herself to look back for a second before turning back and landing on her bed right before her head left her reeling in nausea again.
"Ughhhhhhhh," she muttered, sliding under the covers. This was going to be a long Sunday.
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On Monday, Hermione wasn't in any of her classes. Everything was a lot quieter, Professors were a lot more impatient, and Cynric was strangely anxious.
"I'm not understanding why this is so difficult? This class never seemed to have a problem solving anything of this simplicity," Cynric almost shouted, going red in the face.
It was the second half of the hour and the class remained on problem 2.
"Nope, that was just Hermione, mate" Ron muttered under his breath but Cynric caught the statement and turned redder.
"That essay I assigned earlier is to be tripled in length." The class groaned. "Yes, I'm requiring 6 pages on mathematical matters. If that's the only way they'll stick with you then that's the way it'll have to be done now, won't it?"
He then excused the class an hour early and retreated to his back office.
A/N: Thanks so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed. I'm hoping to make chapters longer and you all know how much reviews inspire me… the more reviews the longer the chapter? There's a new one to try.
Sneak Peek:
There was tinsel everywhere, but then there was mistletoe. Hermione swallowed.
"I guess I have to kiss you then," he said, lips curving up and dark eyes flashing mischievously.
"Right here." He leaned closer. "Right now." He breathed and leaned in, pressing his solid body against her pliant one.
