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A/N: niqniq9292: There aren't in school anymore. They are both around 20. No one sees them beacsue Draco doesn't like top leave his home anymore. And since the war started no one really wants to see Draco. So the whole kidnapping thing works. Hopefully that helps...

Chapter Fourteen: He fights with himself, and they kiss and make up!

Draco's mind and body were in a horrible battle. His mind wanted to stop. He didn't know why this was happening. Days ago she would have killed him, and now she's kissing him. But, his on the other hand wanted to continue. He never wanted to stop. Whenever he and Hermione touched even the slightest touch, his body felt as if it was on fire. He had never this kind of passion with anyone else before. All his "whores" had never come close.

Does this happen because I love her, and never loved them, or is there something unique in what she does? I know this needs to stop. I can't go on being torn about her.

Draco abruptly ended the kiss. Hermione's big brown eyes just stared back into his. She couldn't help but want to continue.

Why the fuck did he stop? Did I do something wrong? I thought he loved me, so why wouldn't he want to kiss me?

Since Hermione figured nothing would happen, she left the room. She needed sleep anyways. She knew tomorrow would be a big day. Draco would have a whole evening just to think about what had just happened between the baby and the kiss. She knew she had a lot to think about as well. She had planned on Draco refusing to do anything for her, not trying top help her in every way possible.

Draco watched her shut the door slowly. She looked entirely disappointed. But he didn't stop her. He needed to be alone. Poor Mr. Malfoy had a lot to think about and not as much time as he would have wished.

Maybe I shouldn't have stopped? But I need to think about everything that has happened. She really threw me for a loop today. What the fuck is she telling me about her pregnancy for. Why can't she just get rid of it? Why does she have to have that fuckers kid? She should be having mine. By now I know she must kind of like me unless she is just using me. But how do I know? I'd love her unconditionally. I will never be able to tell either way. I'm blind to what she does.

Draco waled over to his bathroom, which adjoined his room, and turned on the water. A hot shower should help him think better. At least that had always helped in the past. Draco undressed himself and got in. the water was perfect. He slowly started to relax until thoughts of Hermione crawled into his mind again.

What am I getting into. Do I really want to be involved in a love triangle? If I let her have the baby and take care of her she might love me someday, but what if that never happens. What if she uses her bastard as some sort of link with her fucking friend? I have about six months to do something, but I have no idea what the fuck will happen.

Draco realized he had been standing there for a long time. He noticed his hand starting to prune up, and chose to get out. God forbid something happens to his perfect skin! He wrapped his body in the towel, and exited the bathroom. And then he noticed her. She was wrapped up on his bed sleeping. She looked like and angel.

Dammit she must have come back to talk to me. Fuck, now what am I going to do? She's an angry bitch when you wake her up, but I know if I fall asleep next to her I'll never hear the end of it!

Draco grabbed some clean boxers and quickly pulled them on. He grabbed the robe that was at the foot of the bed and decided to sleep in one of the guest rooms. He was not pleased about this in the least.

My fucking house and I can't even sleep in my own fucking bed for fear the little bitch will rip my fucking head off.

He fumed all the way to the next best room in the house. Hermione's room.

If she can sleep in my room, I can take hers. Besides, I'm not sleeping here because it's hers, but because it is the next best room to mine. Only the best for me! Ha ha, if only it were true. Like the saying, there are some things money can't buy (and for everything else there is mastercard! lol). Apparently Hermione was one of them.

Draco laid on her bed and tried to get comfortable. While he tired he inhaled her scent, and this ruined the mood even more.

How the hell am I supposed to sleep if all I think of is her?

With that thought, he fell into a deep slumber. Much to his dismay he couldn't even get Hermione out of his dreams.

They were walking on the beach under the moonlight. Hermione was very pregnant, and there were two little ones behind them. They kept bugging their daddy to take them home. Then he realized that was him. He was their daddy.

"Daddy, can you and Mommy stop kissing for one second. Please! Please! I want to go home and so does Alex." The little boy cried.

"Yea, Mommy, you promised we would have fun on this vacation, but I don't think its fun to watch you and daddy kissing! Ewwww!" He knew this little girl must be Hermione's. She looked almost identical to the Hermione he had just left a few moments before.


"Draco, Draco, DRACO!"

Draco snapped out of his dream. Fuck it wasn't real. Only then did he realize all of the children looked like him. None had even remotely looked like Harry. If only it were real.

"Draco, hello are you there?" he turned around to see a very angry Hermione looking at him.

She still looks like an angel, even if she is a pissed off angel.

"Yea, you rang?" he looked into her eyes. For once, he couldn't read them. He had always been able to see into her soul just by looking into his eyes. But today, he could not.

She smiled at him. She was still pretty pissed that he hadn't woken her up last night, and that he had taken her bed. Her bed. Yea right. This was his house. Nothing would be for her. This wasn't her home. She had never wanted to come, yet she had begun to feel as if she belonged here.

Hermione, Hermione Hermione! You cannot start thinking like this! You want to leave remember? You hate him! He took you away from Harry. Yet at the same time, you ,like him. He's there and you know he loves you in his own way, so why not make the best of it?

While she battled with herself, Draco saw that she wasn't so sure of everything. So, he did what any guy would do. He kissed her. A long, slow, passionate kiss. One that would break the record for best kiss. Before she even realized it she was in his lap with her hands through his hair.

He held her and refused to let go. It felt too right. He never wanted this to end. This was everything he wanted right here. Her with him!

She hasn't stopped me, this must be good!

Meanwhile she still fought with herself:

God, this has to stop. It feels so right but I know this is so wrong.

They knew it had to end one day, but they both refused to let it stop. For once, wrong was right, and neither wanted to be the bad one and end it.

A/N: Sorry it takes so long. School is getting more and more vicious as vacation approaches, so its getting harder and harder tomake time to update! I hope ya'll like it and you review! I'll be able to update by about Saturday or Sunday, and then next week more often! VACATION!