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Another week went by before Harry and Draco could even see each other. Their curtains had 'accidentally' been drawn back at the same time and Draco went red with rage when he saw Harry. Harry narrowed his eyes and glared back.
"How could you call her..."
"Mudblood? Easy, she is," Harry muttered.
"But, you're a friend."
"Not anymore, she's a Mudblood. Plus keyword, was a friend," he replied.
Draco scowled and got out of bed. He walked over to Harry.
"Look, mate, you like her, admit it, but yeah, she is a Mudblood. So either deal with it, or lose your best friend in the entire world, sister, if you wish. See it, she's one of the closest relations you have at this school, in your life as you have no parents or siblings," Draco said quietly. Harry took all of this in and tried to think of something clever. He couldn't think of anything.
Draco smirked and wandered over to Hermione. She groaned in her sleep and tried to roll over. Draco grasped her hand and sat with her.
After an hour, her eyes fluttered open.
"Hermione!" Draco gasped. She looked at him.
"R...o...n...?" she croaked. Draco frowned.
"No, Draco."
Hermione scowled. She whispered something about what was he doing here. "We love each other!" he cried.
"Ye...ah...rig...ht!" she whispered. Draco ran off to get Madam Pomfrey. She walked briskly to Hermione's bed.
"Hermione?" she asked quietly. Hermione relaxed at the familiar voice.
"Hermione, you've been in a coma, you may not remember much, brief memory loss. But I can vouch that you and Draco do love each other."
Hermione frowned. She didn't remember this. She heard Pomfrey tell Harry to go. He glanced at her and walked out, leaving Draco and Hermione alone. Madam Pomfrey pulled the blind around Hermione's bed to give them some privacy.
"I don't...remember..." Hermione murmured.
"What about this?" Draco offered. Hermione looked at him. He picked up her head softly and pressed his lips against Hermione's. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders sat her up slightly. She looped her arms around Draco's waist, and opened her mouth to say something.
Draco plunged his tongue in, letting it roll in her mouth. She groaned softly, and let the covers slip down her front. Draco slid his arms up her naked skin at the back of her hospital gown and tugged at the strings.
The gown fell and Draco found that his robe, tie and belt had all been discarded. He took off his shirt and then reclaimed Hermione's mouth. She lay back down and Draco felt his zipper being undone. His pants were gone and the only thing separating Hermione and him was their underwear.
Minutes later, both were naked and panting. Hermione was now on top as Draco had carefully pulled her over because he knew he would squash Hermione otherwise and he had one hand in her hair, the other between their bodies. He ran it down her body, breathing quickly. Hermione tried to lift herself up but Draco was faster. He slipped in and Hermione moaned and Draco moved back and forwards, rocking.
Hermione's orgasm that had been growing and growing suddenly exploded and she felt a rush of warmth through her belly. Draco brushed his hand down Hermione's back, feeling the small of her back and her bottom.
Hermione broke into a sweat and felt Draco slide out. Her legs were spread with his soft hands and he stroked her thighs.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked.
"Stroking your legs," he replied. Hermione frowned.
"I can't feel it."
"They're both broken again."
"Again?" Draco nodded.
She put her chin in the crook of his shoulder and Draco rocked her a little more, letting her soften. When she did, he plunged himself in again and Hermione trembled with pleasure. She gathered up the sheet and placed it over their bodies. Draco sighed, falling asleep. Hermione felt the comforting rhythm of his breathing and loved the way he smelt. She whispered a lock and silence charm so that no one would hear anything or walk in when they were like the way they were.
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Hermione woke to the feeling of being rubbed down by a cool cloth. Her eyes snapped open but she needn't have worried, it was only Draco. She smiled as he wiped off their combined sweat and pleasure.
He had his robe wrapped around his waist, exposing his chest and arms. He smiled back and she motioned for him to kiss her. He lent down and felt his robes disappear. He furrowed his eyebrows but Hermione was too busy softening him up. He did quickly, and felt Hermione cover over him with her body. He sucked in a breath as Hermione bit his bottom lip.
Draco lifted her up by the hips and he was raised as well. She groaned as her body pressed against his. Draco cupped her breasts and kissed both. He withdrew out of Hermione and got up again, grasping his robes. He retied them around his hips and continued his cleaning job.
When he got to her stomach, he licked the belly button. Hermione moaned and he spread her legs to clean everything. He wiped the cloth over the front of her legs, shins and feet. He ran it up her legs and Hermione snatched it. Draco looked at her and her eyes glittered.
He stepped onto the bed, starting at her feet. He prowled up and when he got to her thighs nuzzled his nose. He flicked out his tongue, dragging it up her legs. He slid in two fingers into her body and kissed her abdomen. Withdrawing, he continued up. He claimed her mouth and rubbed his hands down her sides.
She shivered and Draco got down and out. He sat Hermione up and tied her gown back on. She kissed him as he put his pants, shirt and robes back on, muttering the spell to make them not so creased. He undid Hermione's silence charm and repaired the locking spell. He kissed her again and walked back to the common room.
Sighing, he wished she hadn't been kidnapped. If she hadn't, then the Hala Ball would have gone ahead. But, if it had of, he wouldn't be alive.
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A/N: Well, you can all guess the end of what he meant by the fact he wouldn't be alive if he had gone to the Hala Ball. Er...next chappie soon!
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Another week went by before Harry and Draco could even see each other. Their curtains had 'accidentally' been drawn back at the same time and Draco went red with rage when he saw Harry. Harry narrowed his eyes and glared back.
"How could you call her..."
"Mudblood? Easy, she is," Harry muttered.
"But, you're a friend."
"Not anymore, she's a Mudblood. Plus keyword, was a friend," he replied.
Draco scowled and got out of bed. He walked over to Harry.
"Look, mate, you like her, admit it, but yeah, she is a Mudblood. So either deal with it, or lose your best friend in the entire world, sister, if you wish. See it, she's one of the closest relations you have at this school, in your life as you have no parents or siblings," Draco said quietly. Harry took all of this in and tried to think of something clever. He couldn't think of anything.
Draco smirked and wandered over to Hermione. She groaned in her sleep and tried to roll over. Draco grasped her hand and sat with her.
After an hour, her eyes fluttered open.
"Hermione!" Draco gasped. She looked at him.
"R...o...n...?" she croaked. Draco frowned.
"No, Draco."
Hermione scowled. She whispered something about what was he doing here. "We love each other!" he cried.
"Ye...ah...rig...ht!" she whispered. Draco ran off to get Madam Pomfrey. She walked briskly to Hermione's bed.
"Hermione?" she asked quietly. Hermione relaxed at the familiar voice.
"Hermione, you've been in a coma, you may not remember much, brief memory loss. But I can vouch that you and Draco do love each other."
Hermione frowned. She didn't remember this. She heard Pomfrey tell Harry to go. He glanced at her and walked out, leaving Draco and Hermione alone. Madam Pomfrey pulled the blind around Hermione's bed to give them some privacy.
"I don't...remember..." Hermione murmured.
"What about this?" Draco offered. Hermione looked at him. He picked up her head softly and pressed his lips against Hermione's. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders sat her up slightly. She looped her arms around Draco's waist, and opened her mouth to say something.
Draco plunged his tongue in, letting it roll in her mouth. She groaned softly, and let the covers slip down her front. Draco slid his arms up her naked skin at the back of her hospital gown and tugged at the strings.
The gown fell and Draco found that his robe, tie and belt had all been discarded. He took off his shirt and then reclaimed Hermione's mouth. She lay back down and Draco felt his zipper being undone. His pants were gone and the only thing separating Hermione and him was their underwear.
Minutes later, both were naked and panting. Hermione was now on top as Draco had carefully pulled her over because he knew he would squash Hermione otherwise and he had one hand in her hair, the other between their bodies. He ran it down her body, breathing quickly. Hermione tried to lift herself up but Draco was faster. He slipped in and Hermione moaned and Draco moved back and forwards, rocking.
Hermione's orgasm that had been growing and growing suddenly exploded and she felt a rush of warmth through her belly. Draco brushed his hand down Hermione's back, feeling the small of her back and her bottom.
Hermione broke into a sweat and felt Draco slide out. Her legs were spread with his soft hands and he stroked her thighs.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked.
"Stroking your legs," he replied. Hermione frowned.
"I can't feel it."
"They're both broken again."
"Again?" Draco nodded.
She put her chin in the crook of his shoulder and Draco rocked her a little more, letting her soften. When she did, he plunged himself in again and Hermione trembled with pleasure. She gathered up the sheet and placed it over their bodies. Draco sighed, falling asleep. Hermione felt the comforting rhythm of his breathing and loved the way he smelt. She whispered a lock and silence charm so that no one would hear anything or walk in when they were like the way they were.
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Hermione woke to the feeling of being rubbed down by a cool cloth. Her eyes snapped open but she needn't have worried, it was only Draco. She smiled as he wiped off their combined sweat and pleasure.
He had his robe wrapped around his waist, exposing his chest and arms. He smiled back and she motioned for him to kiss her. He lent down and felt his robes disappear. He furrowed his eyebrows but Hermione was too busy softening him up. He did quickly, and felt Hermione cover over him with her body. He sucked in a breath as Hermione bit his bottom lip.
Draco lifted her up by the hips and he was raised as well. She groaned as her body pressed against his. Draco cupped her breasts and kissed both. He withdrew out of Hermione and got up again, grasping his robes. He retied them around his hips and continued his cleaning job.
When he got to her stomach, he licked the belly button. Hermione moaned and he spread her legs to clean everything. He wiped the cloth over the front of her legs, shins and feet. He ran it up her legs and Hermione snatched it. Draco looked at her and her eyes glittered.
He stepped onto the bed, starting at her feet. He prowled up and when he got to her thighs nuzzled his nose. He flicked out his tongue, dragging it up her legs. He slid in two fingers into her body and kissed her abdomen. Withdrawing, he continued up. He claimed her mouth and rubbed his hands down her sides.
She shivered and Draco got down and out. He sat Hermione up and tied her gown back on. She kissed him as he put his pants, shirt and robes back on, muttering the spell to make them not so creased. He undid Hermione's silence charm and repaired the locking spell. He kissed her again and walked back to the common room.
Sighing, he wished she hadn't been kidnapped. If she hadn't, then the Hala Ball would have gone ahead. But, if it had of, he wouldn't be alive.
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A/N: Well, you can all guess the end of what he meant by the fact he wouldn't be alive if he had gone to the Hala Ball. Er...next chappie soon!
