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Chapter 9
Hermione sighed deeply into her pillow. She'd been back at Hogwarts for almost a month and everything was foreign to her. She was married, behind in her classes and a ball of anxiety all the time.
She looked over her shoulder at the empty side of her bed as she thought about where on earth Draco could've gone off to twenty minutes before curfew. She shook her head slowly. I need sleep, and an early start in the library.
She shut her eyes and started taking deep breaths, counting in her head, hoping she'd be in a slumber before Draco came back.
The technique was working as she now felt more exhausted, she turned to her side facing away from the door, closing her eyes tight—
A loud pop shook her and she scrambled to a kneeling position in bed when Draco appeared in the middle of the room.
"What the—Hermione was dumbfounded, not only had he apparated inside of their bedroom which was supposed to be forbidden, but he was filthy. He looked like he'd walked away from a mudslide. "Draco what is going on?!"
He waved a hand at her pointing his wand at himself and twisting slightly as he was magically cleaned.
"I'm going to have a bath." He smirked slightly as Hermione's brows furrowed and her eyes pierced into him.
She sank back into her place on the bed, shaking her head. Draco hadn't bothered adding any light to the room as he went into the bath. Hermione pulled her blanket above her head and began her breathing techniques again, hoping he'd take a long bath.
To her dismay he exited the bath ten minutes later, just as she'd gotten comfortable again. She groaned and turned to her other side as he flopped unto the bed.
"Ugh! I'm exhausted."
Hermione scowled in the dark.
Draco settled in next to her, they always slept far on each side of the bed to prevent touching one another. Sometimes Draco slept on with his head to the bottom of the bed and his feet next to Hermione, she didn't mind at all.
Hermione was holding her breath now in anticipation of Draco falling asleep so she could continue with her breathing techniques.
"I've been thinking."
"Oh..." Hermione turned her head slightly to look at Draco, who was now lightly brushing against her thigh. She frowned moving her body back.
"I've been thinking about your conversation with Weasley…before my accident."
"You mean before you collapsed because one of your best friends poisoned you?" Hermione couldn't hide a soft giggle as she watched Draco's brows shoot up.
"Whatever." Hermione gasped when she felt his hand on her thigh. "I meant what I said to you then, I don't want you parading around with Weasel...so intimately—
"Draco!" Hermione slapped his hand as it inched up to her panties. She repositioned herself away from him. She sat up and crossed her arms. "What has gotten into you?"
Draco chuckled. "You mean other than the fact that I'm married to you?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and scooted further to the edge of the bed as he reached for her again.
"Honestly Hermione, you're my wife. You've got to get comfortable eventually."
"When we decide it's time to have children we'll…we'll do whatever it is you're trying to do now."
Draco, irritated by her resistance, he pulled her under him in one swift movement, causing Hermione to yelp when he pinned her down one arm on either side of her. "Tell me you haven't been thinking about this constantly."
Hermione shook her head. "Draco I'm tired! This is silly, we'll have plenty of time for this when—
"I want this now." Draco shushed her pressing his lips on hers. He moved back and looked down at her body, noticing the way she'd relaxed. "Seems your body is betraying you…again." He slowly ran a finger down just above her panties. She inhaled sharply.
Draco sighed and flipped on his side, pushing Hermione a little away from him.
"Whenever you're ready then."
She knew he must have been smirking in the darkness and she hated him for it. Her heart was racing and she knew he knew it.
…..
Hermione squinted at the inside of her coffee mug, she sniffed it cautiously, a frown forming on her face.
"What's the matter?"
Hermione's head snapped up at Draco who was leaning towards her staring in confusion.
"Nothing…looks odd." Hermione pushed the mug away from her and pushed her chair away from the table, standing she turned her back to Draco to pack her school bag.
"Ouch!" Hermione stumbled forward and looked back to Draco who had nudged her so hard she lost her balance. "What was that?!"
"What is the matter with you?"
Hermione stared at him confused. "What's the matter with me?! What's the matter with you?!" She snatched her bag and swung it around her shoulder. "You're in a curiously good mood for games this morning…and—and last night."
Hermione refused to look at him, she could feel his notorious smirk, he stepped close to her taking the coffee mug she'd been examining.
"Theo is not going to poison you Hermione." He watched her face go blank as confusion left and a small hint of fear crossed her face. She crossed her arms and looked indignantly at the mug.
"I know that, I'm not worried about being poisoned."
"Really, then why—
Draco fell silent as her eyes dropped to the floor.
"Oh." He chuckled, twisting his mouth into an evil grin. "You are still worried about me then? How sweet, my dear wife." He continued to laugh, as Hermione rolled her eyes and walked away from him.
"Nott was trying to make a point." Draco shifted uneasily as Hermione stood waiting for an explanation. "He's nobody you should be concerned with, his business is with Blaise and myself…"
"Draco if he—
"He won't be harming you in any way, you probably won't see him again." Hermione glared at him but he wouldn't make eye contact.
"Draco what—
"That is all, this is rubbish. I'm starving." Draco swept past her his book bag making her stumble back. She rolled her eyes, and made her way to the Great Hall. Draco was beginning to top the list of her stressors.
A/N: Just a short chapter. I'm moving to Europe for a few months, in a couple weeks…and I doubt I'll have time to update for months, possibly the year. So I wanted to add any update. I wanted a way to put in some Dramoine tension, it's obviously been a very slow build up, but I didn't want it to be quick because that just is nowhere near either of their characters. Thank you for the favorites/follows. I hope the story isn't disappointing. I may drag out this TN plot and end the story with it, but not before romance ensues and drama for Blaise/Ginny…they can't all be happy right? Again I started this because I was bored and wanted a fun light fic. I am interested in Bill Weasley all of a sudden and would love to write something about him…maybe a one-shot? Alright, that's enough of my thoughts! Thanks for the support, review!
