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Chapter Four- In Which Draco Feels Responsible
Draco threw himself back into his bed, his face pressed glumly into the imprint of her pillow. She had not really believed him, but that was her loss. Her thoughts were visible to him now and if she did not want to pick up on this new talent, well that was her problem. Not that he was particularly in any mood to actually view her thoughts.
"I have enough trouble with my own" he grumbled.
He glanced around knowing full well that breakfast would be starting soon. Did he really want to go to class today? He had previously had the fullest of intentions of keeping his beauty locked away here proving, that although he could not love her, he could cherish her forever. Now that he had no one to spend it with he had no intention of missing class alone. But then of course there was always her. //Please don't come down Draco. Have the decency of allowing me to recover from last night . . . and this morn// Well if she did not want him to come he might do just that. 'Come on Malfoy don't be such an ass' he rebuked himself seriously.
"Fine Granger, I'll stay here, I won't remind you of last night."
* * *
Later that night Hermione considered Malfoy's words. If what he said was true, which she was convinced it wasn't, if she did go to Ron tonight he would feel how happy she was in her true love's arms. And when they came together she would scream Ron's name, not his, not like after the Quidditch game. 'Well Draco we shall see!'
Putting on her velvet dress she climbed the stairs to Ron's bedroom. She walked quietly, unable to explain to Harry or Seamus if they woke up. One foot stepped on his four poster and the silencing charm was up. Now she would be able to wake him safely. She pulled curtains about her and shed the cloth leaving her skin exposed to the cold air.
"Hermione?"
Ron cracked a sleepy eye before coming to full attention. He had dreamt of this moment for the past three years, ever since Hermione had gotten fixed up proper by Parvati. Just like in his dreams she had appeared out of nowhere as naked as a blue jay. 'After seventeen years I am FINALLY gonna get laid' he thought.
"Get over here."
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Meanwhile Draco, who had been lounging in his bed with his charms book, felt a sudden jolt in his ribcage. Closing his eyes quickly he reopened them and found himself in another room. Glancing up he found Weasley panting over him. 'Ugh! Why even bother to do this Hermione? Did you really want to hurt me?' What was more he felt a single hot tear falling down his face. She was crying? //I should not have done this. This isn't right, he doesn't care about me.// He reached out to push Weasley off him but it was no use, the vision had faded. 'Dammit she doesn't want him and he's hurting her on top of it, that bungling fool!' he thought furiously. Grabbing up a cloak he made his way to Gryffindor tower. The fat lady looked down at him suspiciously. //Hermione! what is the password?// He waited, crying out to her, until finally . . . //Animas Draconis!//
With all the stealth he could muster at this point Draco raced up the steps in search of her. He had no idea as to which room Scarhead and the Weasel would hibernate in, and there was no sounds coming through any of them. He looked around unsure which he should choose. He was unwelcome in Gryffindor house and as such could not barge into each room looking for his girl. //Hermione!! Darling I know you aren't so stupid as to not have put up a silencing spell. Which room?!// He waited but felt fear, and disgust catching her in their claws. He was however able to catch a glimpse of where the windows were. With a deep breath, and a prayer, he cracked open the left-back door. There was the Weasel perched atop his bronzed beauty. //You just wait Weasel I'm gonna kick your sorry ass from here to kingdom come. Speaking of coming// From the look of it Weasley was almost done with himself. Draco strode through the beds, grabbing an invisibility cloak along the way.
"Fremes" he whispered.
Ron obviously didn't seem to hear the spell among his uproar, but the others did. Luckily their wands were all gone and there was not enough light for them to possibly see her. Instead they peered around to see which one of them was getting frisky with a Gryffindor girl. 'Enough of this! I won't allow her pain to be their sport!' he thought angrily. But just as he was going to push Weasley off he heard something start low in his throat. He knew it was a name, and if Hermione escaped his lips he would have to be killed, but luckily, and of course to Malfoy's amusement, it was someone else.
"HARRY!!" he screamed brazenly.
"Alright that's enough out of you" Malfoy whispered in his ear before sending him flying through the air.
"Ron why are you screaming my name?" Harry asked nervously.
//It's all over darling. Weasel will never lay another hand on your beloved body again. Hermy? Can you hear me?// He cupped her tear-stained face in his hands while Ron scrambled to compose himself. It wouldn't be long before he realized he had been thrown off. //Draco?// she whispered through their bond //take me far from here// Draco breathed a sigh of relief as her teary chocolate eyes gazed at him. She was going to be all right, at least physically. He looked around knowing that this would be his one and only chance to possibly curse Scarhead and his gang. Then his eyes swiveled to her in the darkness. 'Hermione comes first!' he ordered himself.
//Do you want to go to your room or . . .// He cursed himself outwardly, what on earth could he possibly be thinking? She wouldn't want to stay with him once she had been taken out of this mess. Her experience with men, as of yesterday, had been totally jaded. 'Just put her into her own bed so that she can rest Malfoy.' It was easier of course than it sounded once he had her inert form in his arms. She was so delicate, so warm. He couldn't understand why one of her 'best' friends would treat her like a cheap whore. //I think I could love you Draco// he felt her amusement at his jerky reaction //don't say anything, just take me home. Take me to your dungeons . . . to your bed. Protect me.// He almost felt like crying as she laid a kiss on his shoulder. She was so perfect. 'If only I believed in love' he thought seriously.
With her bloodstained body in his hands Draco crept out of Gryffindor tower and down to the dungeon. He felt responsible for her in some way, responsible also for what had befallen her. //If it weren't for my goading
none of this would have happened.//
Chapter Four- In Which Draco Feels Responsible
Draco threw himself back into his bed, his face pressed glumly into the imprint of her pillow. She had not really believed him, but that was her loss. Her thoughts were visible to him now and if she did not want to pick up on this new talent, well that was her problem. Not that he was particularly in any mood to actually view her thoughts.
"I have enough trouble with my own" he grumbled.
He glanced around knowing full well that breakfast would be starting soon. Did he really want to go to class today? He had previously had the fullest of intentions of keeping his beauty locked away here proving, that although he could not love her, he could cherish her forever. Now that he had no one to spend it with he had no intention of missing class alone. But then of course there was always her. //Please don't come down Draco. Have the decency of allowing me to recover from last night . . . and this morn// Well if she did not want him to come he might do just that. 'Come on Malfoy don't be such an ass' he rebuked himself seriously.
"Fine Granger, I'll stay here, I won't remind you of last night."
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Later that night Hermione considered Malfoy's words. If what he said was true, which she was convinced it wasn't, if she did go to Ron tonight he would feel how happy she was in her true love's arms. And when they came together she would scream Ron's name, not his, not like after the Quidditch game. 'Well Draco we shall see!'
Putting on her velvet dress she climbed the stairs to Ron's bedroom. She walked quietly, unable to explain to Harry or Seamus if they woke up. One foot stepped on his four poster and the silencing charm was up. Now she would be able to wake him safely. She pulled curtains about her and shed the cloth leaving her skin exposed to the cold air.
"Hermione?"
Ron cracked a sleepy eye before coming to full attention. He had dreamt of this moment for the past three years, ever since Hermione had gotten fixed up proper by Parvati. Just like in his dreams she had appeared out of nowhere as naked as a blue jay. 'After seventeen years I am FINALLY gonna get laid' he thought.
"Get over here."
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Meanwhile Draco, who had been lounging in his bed with his charms book, felt a sudden jolt in his ribcage. Closing his eyes quickly he reopened them and found himself in another room. Glancing up he found Weasley panting over him. 'Ugh! Why even bother to do this Hermione? Did you really want to hurt me?' What was more he felt a single hot tear falling down his face. She was crying? //I should not have done this. This isn't right, he doesn't care about me.// He reached out to push Weasley off him but it was no use, the vision had faded. 'Dammit she doesn't want him and he's hurting her on top of it, that bungling fool!' he thought furiously. Grabbing up a cloak he made his way to Gryffindor tower. The fat lady looked down at him suspiciously. //Hermione! what is the password?// He waited, crying out to her, until finally . . . //Animas Draconis!//
With all the stealth he could muster at this point Draco raced up the steps in search of her. He had no idea as to which room Scarhead and the Weasel would hibernate in, and there was no sounds coming through any of them. He looked around unsure which he should choose. He was unwelcome in Gryffindor house and as such could not barge into each room looking for his girl. //Hermione!! Darling I know you aren't so stupid as to not have put up a silencing spell. Which room?!// He waited but felt fear, and disgust catching her in their claws. He was however able to catch a glimpse of where the windows were. With a deep breath, and a prayer, he cracked open the left-back door. There was the Weasel perched atop his bronzed beauty. //You just wait Weasel I'm gonna kick your sorry ass from here to kingdom come. Speaking of coming// From the look of it Weasley was almost done with himself. Draco strode through the beds, grabbing an invisibility cloak along the way.
"Fremes" he whispered.
Ron obviously didn't seem to hear the spell among his uproar, but the others did. Luckily their wands were all gone and there was not enough light for them to possibly see her. Instead they peered around to see which one of them was getting frisky with a Gryffindor girl. 'Enough of this! I won't allow her pain to be their sport!' he thought angrily. But just as he was going to push Weasley off he heard something start low in his throat. He knew it was a name, and if Hermione escaped his lips he would have to be killed, but luckily, and of course to Malfoy's amusement, it was someone else.
"HARRY!!" he screamed brazenly.
"Alright that's enough out of you" Malfoy whispered in his ear before sending him flying through the air.
"Ron why are you screaming my name?" Harry asked nervously.
//It's all over darling. Weasel will never lay another hand on your beloved body again. Hermy? Can you hear me?// He cupped her tear-stained face in his hands while Ron scrambled to compose himself. It wouldn't be long before he realized he had been thrown off. //Draco?// she whispered through their bond //take me far from here// Draco breathed a sigh of relief as her teary chocolate eyes gazed at him. She was going to be all right, at least physically. He looked around knowing that this would be his one and only chance to possibly curse Scarhead and his gang. Then his eyes swiveled to her in the darkness. 'Hermione comes first!' he ordered himself.
//Do you want to go to your room or . . .// He cursed himself outwardly, what on earth could he possibly be thinking? She wouldn't want to stay with him once she had been taken out of this mess. Her experience with men, as of yesterday, had been totally jaded. 'Just put her into her own bed so that she can rest Malfoy.' It was easier of course than it sounded once he had her inert form in his arms. She was so delicate, so warm. He couldn't understand why one of her 'best' friends would treat her like a cheap whore. //I think I could love you Draco// he felt her amusement at his jerky reaction //don't say anything, just take me home. Take me to your dungeons . . . to your bed. Protect me.// He almost felt like crying as she laid a kiss on his shoulder. She was so perfect. 'If only I believed in love' he thought seriously.
With her bloodstained body in his hands Draco crept out of Gryffindor tower and down to the dungeon. He felt responsible for her in some way, responsible also for what had befallen her. //If it weren't for my goading
none of this would have happened.//