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Part Twelve

Hermione didn't have a hard time finding her way back to her room, oddly enough. It seems when one is upset, they get to where they're going one hell of alot quicker!

She tossed herself on the baby blue and black-covered bed, now beyond any hope of holding back tears. The fear was gone now, much to her dismay, along with the anger. It was straight saddness now. In one day, she had gone from the most up-tight, slytherin-hating griffendor princess on the planet to the toy of a dark prince! Suddenness was always something she didn't handle well, and this piece of it was even worse than normal suddenness.

She didn't know how long she had been laying with her face burried in the pillows crying while having her back rubbed, but she knew if she didn't get up and sort herself out she'd have to deal with Draco in this state of undress and upset. She took a moment to just breathe before trying to sitting up, but the person who was rubbing her back gently pushed her back down. She gave in to the silent order, snuggling down with a shakey sigh. Thank god for Narcissa-

"Feel any better?" Hermione's eyes snapped open. That was not Narcissa's voice. There was a soft ruffling as the boy beside her leaned over to try and find her face. "Maya?"

She turned her head so that her face was lost in the pillows and gave a muffled, "Go away!"

Draco sighed. Yep, she was going to be difficult. Resuming the back-rub, he studied her. Her hair wasn't half as bushy as it had been when they had first met, it's curls looking more defined, and he seriously wondered why she had hid her form from the world for so long. She wasn't a super model, and she didn't have an hourglass figure, nor was she very well endowed in the chest area. But she was pretty; perfectly porportioned and tiny. Sure, every guy likes a big bosomed babe, but this was the other kind of beauty. The kind that got you noticed.

If you used it right, that is.

His arm was growing tired, so he switched hands, then decided that maybe getting rid of the bathing suite top and giving her something else to wear might be an idea.

He went to fetch a worthy top first, which happened to be one of his own pj tops. It was silk, as were all his sleeping fabrics, and white, which was a tell-tale sign that it was from his mother. That would make her happy. She liked his mother. She also said something about needing a coconut-free treat...

...he'd be a master of sucking up by the end of this.

He called on a house elf to get something chocolatly that had no coconuts in it and got into his pj bottoms, which were the other half of her intended clothing, before resettling beside his distraught Griffendor Goddess, being as quite as one could be without using a silencing charm.

Very, very, very carefully, he untied the black silk from around her neck and tried to tug it out from under her. It would move out from under her. He sighed and watched her again, having hit another road block. He brushed her hair away from what little there was to see of her face and jumped when she moved, only to nestle down again, facing him.

She was asleep!

He smiled at his good luck and gently lifted up one of her shoulders slightly to pull the swim top out from under her. Instead of acting like himself, he used his wand to get her clothed, not wanting another reason for her to hate him, though he did do up the buttons by hand.

Just as he was moving her so he could get her tucked in someone knocked on the door. Draco sighed and finished up with his fiancee before going to answer. He opened the door to the worried frown of his mother.

"How is she?" Narcissa asked quitely.

"Asleep and very unhappy with me." sighed Draco, looking back on the girl he was forced to call his. Narcissa wrapped an arm around him and he, for once on a day that wasn't a special occasion, hugged her back.

"As long as she wakes up to your smiling face it'll be okay." Narcissa murmured into her sons hair. Draco nodded, letting go at the same time his mother did. "You give her a hug from me, understand? And tell her I know exactly how she feels."

"Yes, mother."

She smiled and patted his cheek before turning and almost running into the house elf that had a plate of assorted chocolates and fruit chunks. Draco took the plate with a soft 'thanks', and closed the door.

Hermione was still undistrubed, and Draco found himself setting the plate aside and snuggling down with her, wraping his arms around her smaller frame. Once comfortable with her head nestled against his neck, he let himself drift off, though was not fully asleep.

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She was reading in a sunny glade, in some place you'd find in the Rockies of Canada. She was dressed in pale blue and white, both very agreeable colors for the young woman. The book really wasn't that entertaining, but for the moment, it just seemed right.

A shadow suddenly blocked her light and she looked over her shoulder to see what was making her moments of happiness so dark. He was tall, blonde, and wearing only some faded black jeans like some sort of fallen angel, watching her with eyes of an eternal storm. His wings were dark and blocked most of the blue sky from view. He was smiling, and so was she. She closed her book and turned to face him, the wind tangling her long, chocolate curls.

He knelt before her, making the tears in his pant knees look bigger with the motion. Using one hand, he brought her lips to his for no more than a second, and then whispered, "My Goddess..."

Hermione snapped awake, for the first time in her life violently. She was sitting up in wide-eyed shock in seconds flat, breathing heavily. What the hell had that been?

A gentle hand on her waist made her jump and squeak in fright. Looking at the owner of the hand didn't make her feel any better. It was him, though much less dramatic. And wingless, but it was still him. It had to be!

"Maya, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." said the concerned man by her side. She blinked. This was Draco. The boy who was making her life hell. But he looked so much like that angel...

"I think I may have." she whispered, looking at her lap. Only then did she notice how she was dressed and how close she was to her worst enemy.

"Don't worry, I didn't peek. I used magic to get you clothed." said Draco, seeing the alarm in her dark brown eyes. He sat up and carefully tucked her hair behind her ear. "I'll go sleep on the couch if this bothers you that much."

For some reason, she shook her head. Draco fought to keep the confusion off his face. She was acting really strange. With gentle arms, he got her burried under the blankets again and held her loosly. It was garunteed that she would move out of bed herself at some point. Once again she surprised him and herself by turning on her side and leaning against him.

Rather than arguing, Draco just kissed her temple and tried to get back into his half-sleeping state, where as Hermione just passed out. It's scary when you have a romantic dream about someone you're supposed to hate. The dragon slumbering on her hip was causing more problems than either of them cared to handle.

a/n---...um...wow...Are you surprised? 'Cause I definately am.

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