Sleeping with Friend Or Foe- Story 2
Disclaimer: Characters, actions, words etc... taken from JKR's Harry Potter © and used in this fanfiction do not belong to me. Even though I'd love to have Draco Malfoy…..Yum LOL!
A/N: Here it is. The next chapter! Honestly it took so long because first I was having writer's block then I kept changing what happened. Hopefully you all like it and of course review please Thanks xoxo TBG
Chapter Recap…..
"Severus." He turned and Hermione hugged him. He wrapped her in his arms and pressed his face into her curls, that strawberry vanilla scent filling his nostrils. She was the only woman who he was so weak towards. He didn't have the strength to fight her.
Hermione moved back and went on her tiptoes and kissed Snape sweetly, then leaned into his ear.
"Thank you. We'll talk again soon." And with that she turned and waved her wand at the door which unlocked and closed behind her as she left.
Hermione didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew that she had one person who she could go to. And after that body shaking kiss, who knew where this would take her. Hermione smiled to herself and then went back to her rounds.
Chapter 15: Reality
Draco went through his rounds very distractedly because he was deep in thought about Hermione. He could tell that what Madam Pomfrey had told her had been upsetting because she had come out of her check up very dazed and confused. He wondered what was really wrong with her. He wished she had told him or confided in him in some small way, but somewhere deep inside Draco knew that she would never have told him something like that willingly, not after who he'd become. Draco could feel his old self returning and he understood why Hermione had withheld her information.
He sighed stopped walking. He leaned against a wall and pinched the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb. He wanted to fix what was left of his relationship with Hermione. He didn't like her cold shoulder and her cold stares anymore, it gave him an intense ache in his chest which overtook any feelings of anger he felt towards her. It was almost like the pain of losing her was cleansing him of what he had learned from the Dark Lord. Draco hated feeling so wretched about it, he just wanted to have a good relationship with Hermione, even if it meant they would only be friends.
A lump formed in Draco's throat at the thought of him and Hermione being just friends. He was in love with her still and being friends would never be enough, but something was better than nothing.
When Draco got back to the dormitory, it was silent. Hermione wasn't back yet. Draco dragged himself over and sat in front of the fireplace. He stared into the dancing flames, his thoughts drifting between school work and Hermione. He was so deep in his own thoughts that he didn't hear her come into the dormitory.
She glanced at him quickly before she went up to her room, she didn't say a word hoping that she would not be questioned by Draco again. Draco's eyes finally focused on her as she turned the corner. Draco didn't try and follow her, he just decided to stay where he was. He didn't want Hermione to feel uncomfortable.
Draco allowed his thoughts to drift once again before a tapping against the window aroused him from it. He looked up and saw his eagle owl Marquis fluttering at the window. Draco stood up and opened it, letting Marquis fly in. The owl swooped around the room and landed on Draco's shoulder.
Draco stroked his head and whispered to him.
"You're still my friend right Marquis?" The owl cooed and held out its leg allowing Draco the chance to untie the small note that was there. Draco let Marquis flutter down and stand on the table as he unfurled the note. The owl hopped around the table looking for some extra food crumbs but there was nothing. The house elves had come in earlier and cleaned up everything.
Draco stared at the long dark writing on the note and read it. It was from Professor Snape.
Draco, your next Occlumency lesson will be tomorrow at 9pm. Do not be late. ~ S.S.
Draco sat back in his armchair with the note still in hand. Marquis flew over to his armrest and let Draco stroke him once again before he flew up and out the window again. Draco smiled to himself, at least one of the things he loved, still let him touch it. He sat there staring into the fire for a while before he finally got up, shut the window and made his way to his bedroom.
As he stood in front of his bedroom door, he couldn't help but look over at Hermione's door. He didn't know whether she was asleep or not, but he really wanted to go to her door.
Hermione was in bed at that time. It seemed like she couldn't sleep as she tossed and turned. She lay still and shut her eyes. She lay that way for a long time, when suddenly she saw a small light shine through her closed eyelids.
Hermione felt almost like she was in a dream as she opened her eyes and Draco stood there, in the doorway where the light was coming from, with tears in his eyes. She sat up and looked at him.
"I'm sorry Mione. I'm so sorry for everything I did," he whispered. Hermione stared at him as he came over to her, kneeled beside her bed, took her hand and held it to his face.
"Please tell me you forgive me. I miss you," he whispered against her hand. He kissed her fingers, then her palm, then her wrist and looked up at her as he held her open hand to his damp cheek. Hermione didn't know what to say, but as she stared into Draco's shining silver eyes, she couldn't help but wonder if she could forgive him.
He stood up and sat down on the bed, taking her other hand as well and then lightly touched a piece of hair flying by her cheek. He tucked it behind her ear, simultaneously stroking her cheek as he did so. Hermione shut her eyes and when she opened them, Draco was leaning in close to her. He lightly kissed her. Hermione felt his lips against hers and also felt herself melt into the kiss.
She opened her lips and his tongue slid into her mouth as she fell back onto her pillows and Draco fell on top of her. He slid his hand up and down her arm, stroking her and making her shiver in arousal. He lightly held her waist as he moved his lips down her chin to her throat where he lightly kissed her, slipping his tongue over it lightly and sporadically, sending little shocks of pleasure through Hermione. The light from the open door was still bothering Hermione so she shut her eyes.
Hermione felt his mouth on her, shuddering at how sinfully good it felt. Draco moved to kiss her again. She felt him slide his pants off slightly and then slowly move to remove her panties from under her night gown. She heard him whisper her name as he slipped them off.
"Mione…I've missed you," he whispered against her ear. Hermione smiled to herself because the voice sounded different, deeper, unlike Draco's. The light seemed to be getting brighter from the hallway as well.
And suddenly, that's when she recognized who's voice it was. She opened her eyes and looked into the coal black eyes of Snape. He smiled down at her as he stroked her face and pressed himself against her, to enter her wet heat.
"I've missed you too Severus." At that he slid into her and Hermione gasped, arching her back as Snape pushed himself all the way in. The large size of Snape was almost too much pleasure for her and she couldn't help but whimper and hold onto him as he began to thrust into her. Hermione thrashed around as the light from the hall began getting brighter and brighter until it became so bright Hermione couldn't see Snape anymore . Hermione rubbed her eyes and realized the light had been the sunlight streamed in on her from her window. Hermione looked around her at her empty bed and fell back against her pillows in a huff. It had all been a dream.
Hermione was not feeling too well as she lay there, reminding Hermione of her shocking news the day before. She sat up and swung her legs over the bed. She quickly went into the bathroom and washed her face with cold water, which helped to ease her sick feeling. Hermione quickly brushed her teeth and came out of her bathroom.
As she stretched, she could hear shuffling in Draco's room next door. Suddenly a large crash vibrated from Draco's room and Hermione ran out of her door toward his room.
When Hermione looked into the bedroom, Draco's drawer was on the floor and he was sitting on the floor against his bed, looking as if he'd been tossed across the room. Hermione went over to him and helped him up.
"Are you alright? What happened?" Hermione asked as she took his arm and pulled him off the floor. She uncomfortably noticed that he was shirtless and was only in his pants. As soon as he was up, Hermione let go of him.
"I'm ok. I was running around and I flicked my wand at my drawer and it fell over, knocking me to my bed. I think I'm alright though," Draco answered. He looked himself over and that's when Hermione noticed the red slash across his arm. It began to bleed as she looked at it.
"You're bleeding. Come on, I have some dittany in my room." Hermione stood up and walked into her room, into the bathroom and took her bottle of dittany out of the cabinet and then went back into her room, opening it in the doorway of her bathroom.
Draco didn't know what to think, except he was being invited into Hermione's room, so he just followed numbly and sat on her bed. When she came out of the bathroom, he actually had a chance to look at her. Her curls were all over her head in a cute bedhead style and her long silk form fitting nightgown, hugged and slid over her curves enticingly as she came up behind Draco and crawled across her bed to his side.
He moved over as Hermione took his arm in her hand and placed his hand on her knee as she opened the bottle. Draco heard a hiss as she held the tiny baster and took hold of his arm. Her fingers encircled the Dark Mark on his forearm as she held him still. Draco couldn't help but stare at her delicate hand against such a violent mark. He stared at it but was forced back to reality as the dittany hit his open skin. Draco hissed and glanced at the cut as it bubbled and then began to heal.
"It'll sting a bit but it will heal quicker," Hermione said. As she dripped the dittany across the rest of the gash, she made her way to the end of open skin where it finished it off near the top of the Dark Mark. As Hermione topped the dittany off, she couldn't help but stroke the Dark Mark lightly with her forefinger.
"Did that hurt more than the dittany did?" She whispered. Hermione looked up and her eyes locked with Draco's.
"Yes, much more." Hermione took a shaky breath as Draco continued staring into her eyes. Hermione broke the eye contact first and crawled off the bed and put the dittany away.
When she came back, Draco was looking at a photo of them from a few months before. Hermione went over and took the picture from Draco. He turned and looked down at her.
"You'll be fully healed in a few hours, since you just had a cut and not anything serious." Draco rolled his arm and nodded.
"Yes I can tell but, how are you feeling these days?" Draco asked. He scanned Hermione's face for her reaction when he asked.
"I'm fine," she answered. Draco couldn't read anything on her face as she moved away from his large expanse of skin and went to her door.
"I think you should start getting dressed for your classes. I just woke up, so I'll need to as well."
Draco took the hint and made his way to the door. He turned around in the doorway and smiled at Hermione.
"Thanks for your help. I appreciate it. Honestly." Hermione nodded and gave a very slight smile before she shut the door. Hermione leaned against it for a moment before she walked away from it. And no part of her ever thought to put a protection charm on her door because she did not feel threatened by Draco in that moment.
And she was right to feel that way. After Hermione shut the door, Draco stood in the hallway and lightly touched her door before he went back to his room to get dressed.
The day went by in a blur for both Hermione and Draco. Hermione spent some of her lunch hour with Harry and Ron in the Room of Requirement, trying to destroy the cabinet. It seemed almost impervious to certain spells. They each tried different spells for 45 minutes before they decided to call it a day.
"I'll go to the library later tonight to look up more spells that we can use. I'm sure we've slowed down its progress since it's been fixed. Hopefully Crabbe, Goyle and Draco won't notice," Hermione said.
"As thick as they are, I doubt they'll notice. They'll probably think they did something wrong," Ron replied. Both Harry and Hermione nodded at that. They exited the Room and went down to lunch.
When they got to the Great Hall, Hermione glanced over at the Slytherin table where Draco was in-between Crabbe and Goyle, who seem to be frantically whispering to him. Hermione looked away and got back to her friends, as Draco noticed her brown hair move elegantly across the hall. His eyes followed her for a moment, before Goyle began snapping his fingers in front of Draco's face.
"Draco focus. Now tonight we can have alittle fun. We've been planning it for a long time, but we need you there to make it happen. And tomorrow we need to work on the cabinet as well, just so we can write that progress report. Have you heard anything from anyone recently?"
"Yes, my father. I haven't read the note yet, but I will when I get up to my room after dinner. I'll let you know what he has to say." Both boys nodded and then leaned in closer to Draco.
"So you are in for tonight right?" Crabbe asked. Draco sighed in annoyance.
"Yes fine, if you'll get off my back about it. What time tonight and what exactly are we doing?" Draco asked.
"Midnight, in the Astronomy tower and don't worry about what we are doing. You'll like it for sure," Goyle replied. Draco just nodded and continued eating his lunch as his eyes bore a hole into the back of Hermione's skull as she ate.
Draco went through the day sluggishly and when it was time for him to go to his Occlumency lesson, he decided to quickly read his father's letter before he made his way down to the dungeons.
Draco went to his room and looked at the letter which he'd tossed onto his dresser the night he'd attacked Pansy. He still felt guilty over how he'd reacted to her, but something in him had snapped when he'd heard her call Hermione a mudblood. Maybe it was the realization that he had done it so many times before, and that it was a truly filthy and hurtful word. Or maybe it was because he just couldn't stand someone talking about the woman he loved so harshly.
Draco didn't know which it was but he knew that he could not put off reading his father's letter anymore. Draco opened the piece of parchment and looked at the special writing that only his family understood. He began to read.
'Draco, I am writing to you to let you know that I am fine. I have recooperated well and I'm getting better by training with the others at home. We have now mobilized everyone and are basically ready to strike. The Dark Lord has set a timeline, one month. He wants for you, Crabbe and Goyle to have the cabinet ready by then. I need a progress report from you on the status of the cabinet. The 25th of this month is when we wish to strike and you are crucial in this plan. If you fail, you fail our entire family. Do not disgrace our name. Reply quickly son. ~Lucius'
Draco huffed and threw the piece of parchment down. He couldn't even think that the invasion of Hogwarts would be happening on the 25th. He had little less than a month to get everything ready. But Draco's conscience was telling him not to do it. That part of him that had changed while he had returned to school, did not want to be part of these plans anymore. But Draco also knew that if he didn't, his parents would be killed.
He sat on his bed with his face in his hands. He was so confused and didn't know what to do. He sat like that for a few minutes before he looked at the time and realized he needed to make his way to the dungeons. Draco got up and left the dorm very sluggishly.
Meanwhile, Hermione had been in the library searching up different types of magic to use against the cabinet. At the same time, she had been writing some of her own spells as well, trying to see if she could create something that would help. When she realized that it was getting late, she picked up her books and her papers and left the library.
The books and papers were so numerous that Hermione really couldn't see where she was going as she staggered through the hallway. As she rounded a corner, Hermione bumped into something hard.
Hermione and all her books came crashing to the floor. She looked around at the mess that her things had made. She sighed and then noticed a pair of legs clothed in dark robes standing in front of her. Hermione looked up and saw that it was Professor Snape. She tucked a curl behind her ear and smiled shakily.
"Good evening Professor. I'm sorry that I bumped into you. I didn't see you coming," Hermione said as she began to collect her things. Snape bent down on his knees and began to pick some up as well.
"No it was my fault. You obviously couldn't see so I should have been the one to move out of the way," he said easily. Hermione smiled at him as he began to hand her different pieces of work that she'd dropped. He stopped to look at one as she collected some more books.
"Did you write this?" He asked. Hermione glanced up to see what he was looking at. She blushed scarlet red as she noticed that he was holding a page from some of her improvised spells and potions. She grabbed the paper from him and nodded.
"Have you tried any of them before?" He asked. Hermione looked up at him.
"No. I know the law against unknown or foreign spells and potions. I didn't want to get caught doing something illegal," she said. Snape smiled at her.
"You should try them out one day and see how they turn out. You never know….you are the brightest witch of your age."
She stared at him and then picked up the last piece of paper. Hermione stood up with them teetering again. Snape chuckled lightly and then waved his wand. The books and papers flew out of Hermione's hands and floated beside her.
"It'll be easier this way. I can walk you to your dorm and you won't have to carry them," he said. Hermione saw the sincerity & kindness in his eyes and she just nodded her head and walked with him through the empty halls.
They walked in silence for a while, only their footsteps echoed through the halls. Hermione could feel the tension building between them as she suddenly remembered their kiss in his office. Having him that close once again reminded her of it. She kept her thoughts to herself though. When she was close to the dorm, they stopped. Snape caught the books as Hermione reached for them.
"Thank you very much Professor." As Hermione took the pile out of his arms, Snape's hands brushed her arms. To someone watching it was innocent enough, but both of them felt a shiver pass between them. They caught each other's gazes and Hermione took a rattling breath. Before she could react, Snape gripped her arms and kissed her ferociously. He couldn't hold her as close as he wanted to because of the books, but he made sure that she felt his lips.
The kiss was intense and powerful as Hermione tried to get closer to Snape. Eventually in frustration, she dropped all her papers and books and pulled Snape behind a nearby tapestry.
He wrapped one large arm around her waist and crushed Hermione to him. His other hand flew to her face, stroking it gently before it snaked its way into her soft curly mass of hair. Hermione on the other hand had her arms wrapped around Snape's neck as she kissed him. Her lips opened and he snaked his tongue into her mouth before she basically dug her fingers into his back as heat ran though her body at every point Snape's body touched hers.
After a few moments, they pulled away, out of breath and Snape kissed her lightly before he set her down and untangled himself. He took a small step back and looked down at her.
"I have some commitments tonight which I must attend to, but I hope you know that I will be thinking of you the entire time. You haunt me like the plague Hermione," he whispered. He slid his thumb enticingly over Hermione's bruised bottom lip.
"I'm sorry. It was a stupid idea to do this so out in the open. I would never want to get you into trouble. I'm so stupid for what I did just there," Hermione replied, berating herself at the same time. Snape took her face in both hands and locked eyes with her.
"Don't ever think that you are stupid. We all do things in the heat of the moment that we can't control. And to have you…it would be worth it." Hermione smiled at him as she felt his thumbs caress her cheeks. They looked at each other for a moment before he leaned down and kissed her once again. This time it was less aggressive and more sensual, sending a slow heat sizzling through Hermione's body. Snape reluctantly pulled away.
"I must go. But we will see each other," Snape let go of Hermione's face and instead wrapped his arms around her pulling her into him.
Hermione pressed her face into his chest as he held her. She felt Snape kissing her forehead as she gripped onto the front of his robes. Nobody had held her in a long time and part of Hermione was relishing in the moment. Finally Snape took a step back from Hermione, turned and left without a word.
She went out into the hall, swishing her wand at her fallen books and papers. They jumped back into her arms as Hermione stared down the hall to watch Snape's robes billowing behind him as he left. Hermione stared until he'd turned the corner and then she quickly climbed back into the dorm.
Draco was standing outside of Snape's office as Snape suddenly came down the hall, unlocking and opening his door with a flick of his wand.
As soon as they entered, Snape turned to Draco. He took off his longer cloak so as to be more flexible and moved across the room from Draco.
"Wands at the ready. I will now try to penetrate your mind. You may try and attempt to stop me," Snape said. Draco nodded with his wand ready. Snape reacted and the night of lessons began.
By the end of it, Draco was worn, but he still wanted to try once more when Snape called it a night. Snape stared at Draco for a moment, sizing him up before he nodded curtly and held his wand up. This time, Draco reacted a bit faster than Snape and suddenly Draco gained access, vividly, to Snape's memories.
A small boy with long black hair watched as the Hogwarts express pulled up, standing alone while happy families said goodbye to their children all around him….a red headed little girl smiled at him as she was passing his compartment and came into it and sat down.
The scene changed suddenly to Snape as an adult holding and kissing a woman. Draco was able to see her lithe body for a moment but he couldn't make out her face, he could only feel the intense feelings of arousal emanating from Snape.
Then just as suddenly as he'd entered, Draco was forced out. Draco stared at Snape, seeing the intense anger on his face.
"Enough. Our lesson is over," Snape snarled. Draco stared at Snape for a moment before he took his things and began to leave.
"And speak nothing of what you saw Draco or you will have no more lessons," Snape whispered. Draco looked back and nodded.
Draco hurried down the hallway without running, knowing that Snape could hear his footsteps, but as soon as he was far enough away, Draco ran back to his dorm. When he got there, he went into his room and changed out of his uniform. He made sure that he was quiet since he did not want Hermione to hear him, but as he left his dorm in his black cloak, he couldn't help but think back to Snape's memories.
Draco couldn't figure out what about those memories had strung together for Draco to see them. He left that thought alone for the time being as he went into halls, making sure that he was not caught. When he finally got to the astronomy tower, he was met by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Good you made it," Crabbe whispered.
"Here take this and put it on," Goyle said as he handed Draco a mask. Draco didn't ask questions as his two friends also put on masks and they all went up to the step to the top of the tower.