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Hermione flopped down into the red velvet that was her dining chair, glaring at the blonde threateningly. "And where was this decision yesterday?"
Malfoy smirked, shrugging lazily. "Must have slipped my mind."
This caused Hermione's glare to intensify in vehemence.
"I'm waiting." He reminded the female gently.
She exhaled slowly and nodded sharply, decisively. "Remove it."
"As you wish." Draco drew his wand from beneath his robes and touched the tip of the weapon to Hermione's stomach. A beam of light shot from her startled abdomen and into the bowels of the wand where it slowly diminished.
Hermione felt slightly bereft as she watched Draco replace the oak rod. His silver eyes abruptly shot up to capture her chocolate gaze. "You are free, if you ever change your mind, I will always replace the charm."
Hermione nodded, telling herself she had lived with out Malfoy for ten years she could live another ten. He escorted her to the door, informing her that her things would be in a her new apartment across the lake that engulfed his home. She could live there until she found a fresh living space, for it was his property.
Hermione watched his neutral face with a strange sense of outrage. She was leaving and he didn't care. Why did she care if he cared? She didn't. She walked from the manor's neatly polished stairs and onto her broom. She flew to the assigned apartment and examined the room's contents. All her belongings were in each proper place.
She brewed herself a cup of tea, but couldn't drink it. She paced restlessly across her carpeted living room anxiously. What was Malfoy doing? Immediately she mentally scolded herself. She did not care what Draco was doing. Draco? Malfoy. What Malfoy was doing.
She sank into her easy chair, lifted a heavy book from its respective position and opened the cover, allowing the pages to flutter apart, revealing letters. She attempted to read the old material but every sentence kept turning into "What's Malfoy doing?"
Hermione groaned and closed the book with a satisfying thud. She then proceeded to smack the book into her forehead repeatedly. Damn him. Damn his eyes. Damn his voice. Damn his hair. Damn his muscled body.
She ceased the book's movements, realizing vaguely that the pain wasn't helping anything and placed her book in her lap resting her aching head on the cover.
She rose, dumping the now freezing tea down her sink drain. She shuffled into her bedroom and lay down but sleep refused to embrace her.
This was a battle of wills, and by thunder she would not lose.
Hermione watched the sunrise sleepily. She had slept the whole of an hour the entire night in small segments of five minutes per every other hour.
She ordered her laden body to rise and acquire sustenance. She fried some eggs and forced the nutrients down determinedly. She would not give up.
What if he was dead? Terror filled Hermione at the mere thought. No. He was not dead. And if he was, well then good. Let the bastard rot in hell. He deserved it for what he was putting her through.
Draco sat placidly in his spacious library. His thoughts constantly wandered to the brunette he allowed freedom to. He sighed as he heard his doorbell sound, coming to the realization it was past dawn as light poured in.
He winced pulling the room's heavy drapes closed as he strolled calmly to the entrance of his home. He opened the door to reveal Hermione. He let her in quickly, slamming the door on the day.
"Forget something?" He inquired neutrally, straining not to make his happiness at her return apparent.
She walked with him back to the library because he was giving her no choice in the matter. "No." She replied equally neutral, trying hard not to watch his smooth movements as he lowered his body into a library armchair. "Then why are you back?"
She took a chair opposite his. "Because."
He raised an eyebrow "Because why?"
She bore her brown eyes into his "I have the sneaky suspicion you know." She accused releasing a frustrated sigh.
His face was complete innocence. "The only reason I can possibly think of is that you have changed your mind. Have you?"
She drooped back into the soft chair and nodded, defeated.
"A nod won't suffice Hermione. You need to say I've changed my mind Draco." She rolled her eyes. "Fine. I've changed my mind Draco."
He nodded his approval "Very good now hold still." He produced his wand from his pocket for the second time and shot the beam back into Hermione's stomach.
Hermione smiled her first smile in days, having no idea why.
Draco stretched like a jungle cat and stood fluidly "Now I think we both need sleep. Come on love."
Hermione raised an eyebrow "We? Last I checked we slept in separate beds."
A devilish grin spread across his face "And last I remember, we woke up in the same bed." He reminded intentionally.
She flushed as memory attacked her worn brain "Oh, shut up, I'm sleeping alone." There was determination in her voice.
"I don't think so. God knows what you'd get yourself into if I left you alone. Don't make me force you."
"Is that a threat?"
He flashed his teeth "That depends on your interpretation now doesn't it?"
Hermione shuddered. He could easily carry her, kicking and screaming, whereever he wanted. She decided it best to comply.
She followed him, noting he had deliberately slowed his pace to accommodate her small stride.
They reached a well-furnished, silver and green decorated room. "Gee, I wonder whose room this is." Hermione muttered, sarcasm dripping from her words.
"Lay down, Hermione." He instructed placing a hand on her neck. His eyes suddenly widened. "What the hell have you done to yourself woman?"
"Huh?"
"Lay down." He repeated "On your stomach."
Hermione's brow furrowed "Okay." She did as he had ordered, placing her head sideways on one of the several emerald pillows.
He straddled the small of her back, taking great caution not to touch her so as not to cause alarm. He gently redirected the cascade of curls blanketing the back of her body to the side. He placed his hands softly on her shoulders.
She automatically tensed under his touch, causing her muscles to resemble steel. He bent his head to her ear. "Hear me Hermione, you have injured yourself and I am going to fix it."
This caused the tension to increase. He decided to ignore this and began kneading Hermione's soft flesh.
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut. She hated for people to touch her neck. Why was she letting him? She tried to tell herself he had her pinned, but that wasn't true. She could easily roll over; none of his weight was on her. She cursed herself when she felt her muscles relax under his touch in spite of herself.
"I hate you." She mumbled tiredly.
He laughed softly "Hate me or not, you will not neglect your health understand?"
She took a deep breath in response before drifting to much needed sleep.
Phew! I got one done. I hope this chapter's better! Tell me if it is or not! Oh and thanks to my loyal readers! Bye!
Hermione flopped down into the red velvet that was her dining chair, glaring at the blonde threateningly. "And where was this decision yesterday?"
Malfoy smirked, shrugging lazily. "Must have slipped my mind."
This caused Hermione's glare to intensify in vehemence.
"I'm waiting." He reminded the female gently.
She exhaled slowly and nodded sharply, decisively. "Remove it."
"As you wish." Draco drew his wand from beneath his robes and touched the tip of the weapon to Hermione's stomach. A beam of light shot from her startled abdomen and into the bowels of the wand where it slowly diminished.
Hermione felt slightly bereft as she watched Draco replace the oak rod. His silver eyes abruptly shot up to capture her chocolate gaze. "You are free, if you ever change your mind, I will always replace the charm."
Hermione nodded, telling herself she had lived with out Malfoy for ten years she could live another ten. He escorted her to the door, informing her that her things would be in a her new apartment across the lake that engulfed his home. She could live there until she found a fresh living space, for it was his property.
Hermione watched his neutral face with a strange sense of outrage. She was leaving and he didn't care. Why did she care if he cared? She didn't. She walked from the manor's neatly polished stairs and onto her broom. She flew to the assigned apartment and examined the room's contents. All her belongings were in each proper place.
She brewed herself a cup of tea, but couldn't drink it. She paced restlessly across her carpeted living room anxiously. What was Malfoy doing? Immediately she mentally scolded herself. She did not care what Draco was doing. Draco? Malfoy. What Malfoy was doing.
She sank into her easy chair, lifted a heavy book from its respective position and opened the cover, allowing the pages to flutter apart, revealing letters. She attempted to read the old material but every sentence kept turning into "What's Malfoy doing?"
Hermione groaned and closed the book with a satisfying thud. She then proceeded to smack the book into her forehead repeatedly. Damn him. Damn his eyes. Damn his voice. Damn his hair. Damn his muscled body.
She ceased the book's movements, realizing vaguely that the pain wasn't helping anything and placed her book in her lap resting her aching head on the cover.
She rose, dumping the now freezing tea down her sink drain. She shuffled into her bedroom and lay down but sleep refused to embrace her.
This was a battle of wills, and by thunder she would not lose.
Hermione watched the sunrise sleepily. She had slept the whole of an hour the entire night in small segments of five minutes per every other hour.
She ordered her laden body to rise and acquire sustenance. She fried some eggs and forced the nutrients down determinedly. She would not give up.
What if he was dead? Terror filled Hermione at the mere thought. No. He was not dead. And if he was, well then good. Let the bastard rot in hell. He deserved it for what he was putting her through.
Draco sat placidly in his spacious library. His thoughts constantly wandered to the brunette he allowed freedom to. He sighed as he heard his doorbell sound, coming to the realization it was past dawn as light poured in.
He winced pulling the room's heavy drapes closed as he strolled calmly to the entrance of his home. He opened the door to reveal Hermione. He let her in quickly, slamming the door on the day.
"Forget something?" He inquired neutrally, straining not to make his happiness at her return apparent.
She walked with him back to the library because he was giving her no choice in the matter. "No." She replied equally neutral, trying hard not to watch his smooth movements as he lowered his body into a library armchair. "Then why are you back?"
She took a chair opposite his. "Because."
He raised an eyebrow "Because why?"
She bore her brown eyes into his "I have the sneaky suspicion you know." She accused releasing a frustrated sigh.
His face was complete innocence. "The only reason I can possibly think of is that you have changed your mind. Have you?"
She drooped back into the soft chair and nodded, defeated.
"A nod won't suffice Hermione. You need to say I've changed my mind Draco." She rolled her eyes. "Fine. I've changed my mind Draco."
He nodded his approval "Very good now hold still." He produced his wand from his pocket for the second time and shot the beam back into Hermione's stomach.
Hermione smiled her first smile in days, having no idea why.
Draco stretched like a jungle cat and stood fluidly "Now I think we both need sleep. Come on love."
Hermione raised an eyebrow "We? Last I checked we slept in separate beds."
A devilish grin spread across his face "And last I remember, we woke up in the same bed." He reminded intentionally.
She flushed as memory attacked her worn brain "Oh, shut up, I'm sleeping alone." There was determination in her voice.
"I don't think so. God knows what you'd get yourself into if I left you alone. Don't make me force you."
"Is that a threat?"
He flashed his teeth "That depends on your interpretation now doesn't it?"
Hermione shuddered. He could easily carry her, kicking and screaming, whereever he wanted. She decided it best to comply.
She followed him, noting he had deliberately slowed his pace to accommodate her small stride.
They reached a well-furnished, silver and green decorated room. "Gee, I wonder whose room this is." Hermione muttered, sarcasm dripping from her words.
"Lay down, Hermione." He instructed placing a hand on her neck. His eyes suddenly widened. "What the hell have you done to yourself woman?"
"Huh?"
"Lay down." He repeated "On your stomach."
Hermione's brow furrowed "Okay." She did as he had ordered, placing her head sideways on one of the several emerald pillows.
He straddled the small of her back, taking great caution not to touch her so as not to cause alarm. He gently redirected the cascade of curls blanketing the back of her body to the side. He placed his hands softly on her shoulders.
She automatically tensed under his touch, causing her muscles to resemble steel. He bent his head to her ear. "Hear me Hermione, you have injured yourself and I am going to fix it."
This caused the tension to increase. He decided to ignore this and began kneading Hermione's soft flesh.
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut. She hated for people to touch her neck. Why was she letting him? She tried to tell herself he had her pinned, but that wasn't true. She could easily roll over; none of his weight was on her. She cursed herself when she felt her muscles relax under his touch in spite of herself.
"I hate you." She mumbled tiredly.
He laughed softly "Hate me or not, you will not neglect your health understand?"
She took a deep breath in response before drifting to much needed sleep.
Phew! I got one done. I hope this chapter's better! Tell me if it is or not! Oh and thanks to my loyal readers! Bye!