I'm sorry, this isn't my best chapter.
I just feel so de- motivated recently, which accounts for this relatively poor chapter and the late update. Honestly, I got so little reviews for the previous chapter compared to my other chapters I just didn't feel like even reading the story.
Is my story getting bad?
Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this chapter. Next chapter will be much more interesting *evil laughter*
Chapter 12
I got out my magical first- aid text book and placed the thick volume on the coffee table.
My mind was screaming at me to go to Draco and relieve him of his pain and nurse him now, but Blaise looked more injured, so I shut out the strong urges in my mind and turned, instead, to Blaise.
There was a flash of disappointment in Draco's eyes. "What about me?" he muttered sulkily.
Blaise gave a triumphant smirk.
"You'll get your turn." I said quickly, not daring to look at him in case I gave in to my heart. "Both of you get changed. I want you two in shorts."I said objectively, feeling disgusted with myself for wanting to see Draco shirtless…
Then again, I couldn't really blame myself. Who wouldn't want to see him like that?
There must have been something to my tone because the two boys did as told without putting up a fight or even an argument.
"Draco, you wait in the room. I'll tend to Blaise in the living room."
When Blaise had come out in a suitably long pair of shorts and nothing else, I felt quite sick looking at the wounds on his whole body. Draco had done much more damage than I had thought.
I avoided his sliver gaze as they followed my every move closely.
He had multiple bruises on his face and a bruised eye, coupled with a number of scratches and bleeding cuts.
His body was in much worse condition. There were large splotches of greenish- yellow blue- blacks marring his toned body, and several gnashes that were so deep I could see right through to the bare bone. Eww. With the use of some magic, I found several fractured bones, and his right arm hung at an awkward angle from the elbow.
He was starting to balloon up, as the more serious wounds swelled.
"It's gonna hurt, isn't it?" He said casually, shrugging like it was no big deal. I saw him wince slightly as he moved his shoulders upwards.
I took a seat beside him, and patted his head gently, seeing it was one of the most uninjured areas. "A little."
He sighed. "Okay then, I'm ready, Hermione." He said, smiling boyishly. I couldn't help smiling at how innocent he looked, like a little boy bracing himself for his first injection.
I referred to the book I had brought out, and treated him accordingly, trying to heal his wounds with as much wand magic as I could. Some wounds, though, needed potions.
There was a loud crack I recognized belonged to a house elf.
The elf, dressed in rags, bowed low until his long nose was squished painfully against the floor. "Egott is here to serve you, Ms Granger, under Master Malfoy's orders."
Poor little elf.
"Please don't bow to me like that-"
"EGOTT IS EXTREMELY SORRY FOR BOWING TO MS GRANGER IN A MANNER MS GRANGER DOESN'T APPROVE OF! EGOTT WILL PUNISH HIMSELF RIGHT NOW BY BANGING HIS HEAD AGAINST THE WALL 100 TIMES!"
"NO!" I cried, grabbing on to the elf, who looked stricken. "Come here." I said gently, pulling him towards me. "I need you to get a list of potions for me from the medi-store at Diagon Alley."
"E- Egott is most willing to, Ms Granger!" The little elf screamed eccentrically. "Egott will do it immediately!"
"Here." I conjured a piece of paper and a quill and hurriedly wrote a list of potions I would need. I certainly hoped there would still be a stock of them in the store.
I handed the list to Egott who took it and disapparated with a beam.
"Cute elf. Wonder what got him so shock." I laughed.
Blaise was grinning. "You touched him, Hermione- dear. It's no wonder." He stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Not to mention your use of the word 'please'."
I glared at him. "You guys are too cruel to your elves."
He was about to protest but cringed as I got started on a fractured knuckle.
When I was finally done with everything I could do, Egott returned with a pop, carrying an array of bottles filled with coloured liquids.
"Drink all of these." I said to Blaise, who stuck out his tongue and made a face.
"Egott, make sure he does it."
Egott nodded determinedly, and Blaise groaned.
"How about a kiss?" He asked hopefully.
I crossed my arms over my chest and stood up. "I'm still angry over that one you forced me into just now."
I tried to stop it, but the blush came uncontrollably as thoughts of Blaise crushing his lips against mine surfaced. His lips were smooth and warm- much warmer than Draco's… But I liked cool lips. Or maybe, I just liked Draco's lips.
ARGH, THERE WENT MY PERVERTED TRAIN OF THOUGHT AGAIN. WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO ME?
Blaise smiled contentedly, and wriggled his eyebrows at me, leaning back against the sofa.
I rolled my eyes and went off- a little too quickly, I suppose- to Draco.
I opened the door, holding my breath.
Had he healed himself already?
Stupid as it sounded, I really wanted to heal him, and nurse him, and touch him, and kiss him…- hang on, my thoughts were drifting.
CRAP.
I shoved those inappropriate thoughts out of my head and peered in.
Draco was lying in the middle of the bed where Griffindor met Slytherin, his eyes closed, and a beautiful relaxed expression on his handsome features.
I crept over to the edge of the bed and sat down lightly, being careful so that I wouldn't wake him up.
"Draco?" I whispered.
He stirred, and slowly, lifted his long lashes.
I felt a warm tingle run through me as I stared into those familiar electric blue eyes, which gazed at me with that emotion that only I could bring out; that belonged to me.
"Hermione." He purred, his full round lips forming an adorable crooked grin which radiated with pure joy.
"How are you?" I asked softly, helping him up into a sleeping position, unable to take my eyes off his.
Oh my, oh my! I was touching his bare shoulder!
No, Me, don't faint! DON'T DON'T DON'T DON'T FAINT!
"You alright?" he asked, lifting a hand and letting the tips of his fingers brush lovingly against my flaming cheeks.
I gulped. "Y- yeah." I said, feeling another surge of warmth course through my body at his touch.
I'm gonna faint… I'm so gonna faint…
"You're so beautiful- most beautiful. Did you know that?" He said, his velvet voice and dazzling smile forming a fog that clouded my brain.
Somewhere at the back of my mind, I think I was supposed to reply to that… but I couldn't seem to remember what I should do…
He chuckled, and leaned in towards me, allowing his face to inch agonizingly slowly towards mine.
I could smell his warm sweet breath now, mixed with the sweet rich aroma of his scent.
His lips drew closer, lingering and leaving only a teeny tiny gap between us.
Come closer, hurry!
I glanced up at his eyes, and saw that they weren't eyeing my lips as I thought they would be. Rather, they were boring into my eyes, as if they could see right through me to my thoughts.
A smile spread across his face and his electric blue eyes sparked before he swooped in-
POP!
We swerved around, tense and alert.
"Egott has accomplished his mission, Ms Granger."
I jerked back. The fog had cleared instantly.
"Err- Great. Great, Egott. That'll be all. Erm, yeah. Thanks."
"EGOTT HAS RECEIVED A WORD OF THANKS FROM MS GRANGER!" the elf screamed reverently, throwing himself at my feet.
"No no please don't do this to yourself, Egott! Come, get up!"
"Egott." A voice rang, loud and clear and icy.
The little elf froze.
"You came at a very wrong time." The voice said from behind me, a wall of anger bubbling behind the forced calmness.
The poor elf stayed glued to the spot, terrified.
"Malfoy!" I said angrily, turning to face him, "You will not punish him."
His blue eyes were hard and there was a dark aura around him now, especially with the sinister way he was eyeing the shaking elf.
I put myself in his line of sight, and glared at him, daring him to do otherwise.
He eyes went slightly wide as they met mine, but the cold wall returned in them.
"Move aside, Hermione."
"No." I said firmly.
"I said move." He practically snarled, balling his fists.
"Malfoy, I'm going to treat your wounds, so you will do me this favor, and forgive Egott." I demanded.
He looked at me like I was mad. "You are giving your 'favor' to a house elf?"
"Apparently."
He stared at me, a mixture of anger and surprise in his deep blue eyes, before he finally blinked, and nodded. "Fine."
Despite the tense atmosphere, I felt a smile creep its way up to my face, as I turned to the elf.
"You may take your leave now, Egott. Go take a rest." I smiled at him, helping him to get to his trembling feet.
His large doleful eyes were filled to the brink with tears. "Egott wil always remember such great kindness, Ms Granger. Such great kindness! Egott takes his leave, Ms Granger, Master Malfoy." He sobbed, bowed low, and disapparated.
"Thank you, Malfoy!" I cried happily, and gave him a nice big hug.
Ahh… the familiar warmth and scent of Draco's…
I let go of a tense Draco, who looked more than a little confused.
"You're certainly a complex creature, Granger." He said. "One moment you're hating me and the next moment you're hugging me."
"Thanks." I smiled, my mood not allowing me to feel angry. "Now lets have a look at those wounds."
I let my eyes roam, visually exploring his long toned legs… trying to not look at his fitting shorts… his firm abs, bare chest and strong, broad shoulders.
His skin was so beautiful, even after the fight. He was perfect.
"Hermi- Granger, you seem to really like oogling." He said snidely, hiding a grin behind a practiced smirk.
"I am not."
I forced myself to focus on the medical aspect of this examination.
Several bruises on his face, scratches too.
Severely split knuckles that were probably responsible for Blaise's state.
A particularly large bruise on his back, and a few cuts here and there.
A few fractures too, though not as many as Blaise's.
I went to work immediately, taking great care so that I wouldn't cause him unnecessary much pain.
"That should do it!" I said with a relish, as I healed the last wound. "Now, a last examination. Stand up, Dra- Malfoy.
He got to his feet, and I almost squealed as he flexed his abs.
WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO ME? How could I squeal?
I checked his body thoroughly for any wounds I had left out.
I would never ever become a Healer. The sight of a man wearing only shorts already left me on the edge of going breathless! Or perhaps, it was only the sight of Draco…- NO! I wouldn't let my thoughts take this direction!
His chest was so smooth…
No no no, I WOULDN'T let myself take this direction of thought.
His abs were so sturdy. And his charming features looked quite adorable with that oblivious expression. Oh my, he really had a nice back.
I wish his shorts weren't there…
NO NO NO I WAS DOING IT AGAIN! LETTING MY PERVERTED BRAIN WANDER! HOW COULD I?
But his face was so beautiful…
He was so perfect.
I stepped closer to him, a slight mist starting to fog my mind.
Gingerly, I lifted my hand and let my index finger touch his collarbone.
He was so so perfect.
Feeling a little more daring, I let my hands trace his muscular body, memorizing every feel and look of it.
He shuddered slightly under my touch, and leaned his head back a little, closing his eyes.
Did he like this?
Watching his angelic face curiously, I ran a finger lightly over his chest, triggering a sharp intake of air from him.
I grinned darkly. So he did like this.
With the sudden, most irrational urge to satisfy him and please him, I let several fingers run over his chest lightly and playful, allowing the other hand to slide its way slowly and deliberately down from his shoulder, and stopping right above the band of his shorts.
He grabbed my waist in an attempt to steady himself, as his legs suddenly failed to fully support his weight, and a deep sensual moan escaped from his lips.
"Her- mione." He gasped, making my heart speed up rapidly as flushes of heat erupted through my body.
I shuddered in anticipation as I saw- bit my bit- the self- control dissipating in his dark blue eyes.
Abruptly, he pulled me tight against him and kissed me full on the lips.
His lips were tender and soft, yet hot and urgent and hungry. I grabbed him tight and ran my hand roughly though his hair, triggering another series of deep moans from him.
"S- Stop, Hermione." I said, his voice husky and his breath jagged, as he pulled away, keeping his hold on my waist and back.
No! I didn't want to stop!
He chuckled as he used his hand to hold me back from jumping at his lips, and let his electric blue eyes gaze right into mine.
"Stop, Hermione." He said again, that adorable crooked grin on his face again. "I don't want to lose self- control."
"Self- control?" I asked, my voice shaky and uneven.
"Yes." He said, refusing to elaborate.
What did he mean?
I felt my stomach drop and turn cold as the thought suddenly hit me- he didn't like me?
"No, Hermione, that's not it." He said quickly, securing me to him.
"Huh?"
He used a finger to brush the hair off my face, and caressed my cheek softly with the back of his long slender finger.
"I love you." He whispered, the words soft and shy but clear and resonant.
Woah, no, I think I heard wrong. I was so despicable. How could I want his love this badly? How could I start hearing being delusional?
"I love you, Hermione Jean Granger." He said again, tilting my chin upwards with his thumb. "I love you."
My mind went blank.
"I love you too." I blurted.
"Screw self- control." He murmured before pulling me in for another hot steamy kiss.
"HERMIONE?" Came a most familiar voice.
"R- Ron?" I gasped.
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