Imaginary
hotsleekeyz
Chapter 4
Love Comes Softly
LAST TIME ON IMAGINARY :
"Draco, please, talk to me!"
He only grunted as reply. He shook his head twice and soon his eyes was able to make him see things vividly. .
In fact, it was Hermione in front of him.
Without looking into her eyes, Draco muttered, "I'm all right. I'm---"
"You're not. Maybe we need to take you back to the hospital, or at Ginny's so you could get some rest."
Soon, both of them were sitting upright, facing each other, eyes seeking through the other.
"No, I want to stay with you. . ."
And Draco leant once more towards Hermione and touched her lips with his. . .
ON TO THE NEXT CHAPTER :
Softly, caringly, Draco's lips divulged itself with Hermione's cold- stricken ones, wanting even more to own what seemed to be his all those time. He was so hungry for the piece of flesh of which were owned by the person he most hated for the past week. And all that rung in his head was the fact that Hermione was his, she is there in his arms, and he will win her back.
Moaning to the rhythm of Draco's own movements, Hermione pulled away as he held Draco's arm to signal him to stop. She opened her eyes slowly and saw at once that Draco's eyes were boring into her in questioning why they had to stop.
Draco did not understand why they had to stop of course.
Hermione just smiled. "Let's eat."
Even in doubt, Draco returned Hermione's smile with a warmer one. "Okay. No prob. Do you still want anything down at the kitchen?" He shook his head to rid his mind of the sudden upsurge of memories, willing to shoo them all away and let him worry about them another day.
Hermione looked curiously at Draco. "Honestly, are you all right?"
"Yes of course. No worries." He assisted himself to stand and pulled Hermione up as well from the floor. Draco bent down to get the cup of hot chocolate and chips from the floor and placed them on the side table beside Hermione's bed.
"Okay. Maybe you could just get something for yourself. I'm a bit hungry right now, the stuff you brought up won't be enough." She forced herself to smile. Deep inside her Hermione knew that Draco was asking himself what was wrong and why they had to stop for their sweet moment of snogging. She felt a strong nudge inside her to explain.
When she got the courage to speak, Draco was already at the door, Hermione cried, "I'm sorry about what happened."
Draco looked back at her and smiled. "Yeah, of course. Don't think about it." He was to open the door when Hermione spoke again.
"I know you wanted to know why I had to stop and I also know well it's best to explain."
"Then why?"
"I don't want to consume all your love right now. I'm afraid I might miss them too damn much when the time comes you run out of them."
Silence.
Draco grinned. "That'll never happen Hermione." And he left.
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"So you're telling me that Draco might have recovered most of his memories already?" asked Harry as he handed Hermione a cuppa back at the Weasley's house.
"Um, well, not really. I think it's just that he had this fit and he got –some- of his memories. I don't want to count much on the fact that he's making improvements because I might be hoping too much only to find myself disappointed in the end."
Ron settled himself beside Hermione on the couch with his own cuppa and interrupted the conversation. "But you can't change the fact that he knows he loves you back."
Hermione thought about it for some while and responded, "Yeah of course. I think you're right Ron." She paused. "But what if it's just temporary and he suddenly loses everything's he got back?"
Ginny went down the stairs and smiled at Hermione. "You're being ridiculous Herm. . . Too much of a lunatic after one week with this bloke who crashed against a delivery truck, eh?"
"Well, you can't deny me of being concerned about the state of his mind right now. Maybe he just sat on his favorite stool by coincidence and gotten the chips out of the drawers since it was his type of food at the moment. . . You can't tell that he got his mind back with just that."
"You're mum told you about a hundred of times about the M&M's didn't she?" inquired Ron who was halfway his cuppa.
"But still---"
Ginny passed in front of Hermione, shuffling her brown hair as she did, towards the seat at Hermione's other side. "Stop it Herm. You know he's making some improvements and that's all we need to know right now."
They went on and on talking when the conversation steered to their old times, their trips to Hogsmeade, Quidditch finals and how they got around different places because of this special field trip they had in seventh year (the activity was only applicable for years 5 and up, and so Ginny was with them) when they were given the opportunity to group among themselves and choose a destination of their choice to camp-out and survive there with only minimal supplies. Sure it was fun, but nothing could have made Hermione most happy with it when Draco agreed to come along with her even if she was with a bunch of Gryffindors. It was some talk around Hogwarts for a while but soon enough, it died down. A lot of the students were betting against who will die first, the Gryffindors, or Draco Malfoy.
"Whoa---can't you see what I'm seeing right now?" asked Ginny.
"Um, no?!", the other three replied.
"Why won't we all go on vacation and take Draco with us? We can go back to Greece and maybe it'll help a bit more for him. . . Well I can't deny the fact that I have this certain liking to anything that concerns gods and goddesses you know. . ." Ginny blushed.
"Haven't you had enough stay there Gin? You could barely get someone who you could understand speak when you got lost around there. Lucky that Mione knew some spell how to get you back. . . and I mean really. . .", Ron said sarcastically.
"Hello brother?! I got lost because you were too busy talking you didn't see that I was already a mile away from you. Duh. . ."
"Fine, fine", cut in Hermione. "Let's talk to him about it then let's see if he'll agree. But if he doesn't we have to make a back-up plan to where we could be headed. We sure need some vacation, all of us."
Harry, who didn't engage himself in the conversation too much, suddenly broke his silence. "Why won't we go back to Hogwarts and pay Professor Dumbledore a visit?"
Everyone seemed to be thinking about the idea by the silence that filled the room. It was only broken when another voice broke it up for the four of them.
"I reckon that's the best idea you have brought up yet, Harry."
They all looked towards the direction of the speaker and saw that it was Draco standing by the frame of his bedroom door.
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It took some while planning how to get back to Hogwarts. There was the possibility that the Hogwarts Express won't be able for them at that time. All of their worries were put to rest when Hermione came up with the easy solution that they didn't think of.
"We'll go on the 4th of January when all the students would be going back. We'll come along with them. I'm sure the trolley woman wouldn't mind and some professors might be around to approve of our joining them. I, alone, have nothing in doubt when it comes to allowing former Hogwarts students coming up at their school any time they want. Dumbledore would sure be happy to see us all."
"That's great!" Ron supplied. "Silly I didn't think of that. We've been talking here for ages and the solution was right under our noses."
"Fourth of January it is then", said Draco who got up and headed for the kitchen to take some of the cups of tea used that afternoon.
In a hushed voice, Harry whispered to Hermione, "Isn't it obvious that he's trying to make himself remember?"
All Hermione could do was smile. Indeed, Harry had a point.
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The night wasn't exactly young by the time they felt themselves yawning in turns every minute or so. Harry decided to come home and Ginny was already in her room after excusing herself, leaving Ron to Draco and Hermione.
"You two better take some more time talking, I say. I'll come up my room now and I'll leave you two there. If you need anything, just help yourself." Ron yawned and added, "Just lock the door and the gate when you leave Mione. . ." He smirked. "That's if you get the chance."
Ron chuckled to himself as Hermione gave a puzzled look. Draco sniggered to himself.
Hermione looked over to where Draco was and asked, "What was he saying?"
"Nothing." Draco continued to snicker.
They settled themselves comfortably on the plush couches. Hermione was almost in a full lying position with her back against one side of the sofa. Draco had slumped in his own corner, his eyes wandering towards the ceiling.
"We've been eating all day. . . "
"Yeah", said Hermione and she mentally grinned over the thought. She was feeling full herself.
"We must do it everyday, that's if we last each day devouring what's in here and at your parents' house."
"Yeah."
"Hm, I think I'm up for some midnight snacks, what do you say?" Draco sat up and looked over to where Hermione was.
Hermione led her head towards where Draco was, which was overhead her. "Sure. That's if we won't come throwing up all over the place." Hermione smiled sleepily while Draco just watched in amusement.
"I wasn't talking about the Weasley's junk here. I mean midnight snacks outside. We can go downtown and see what's still available at this time. I can drive you over to your house afterwards."
Hermione gave him a death glare. "As much as that would be a good idea to eat out at this time of the night, I don't agree to having you drive me home. Let me just say I had too much of a Draco Malfoy who hasn't an idea who he really was for some time."
Draco smiled and almost chuckled to himself. After a few seconds, his light feeling of simply staring at Hermione's beauty was replaced by deep concern. "I'm sorry."
Feeling that it wasn't exactly the best thing she could have said, Hermione had instantly come up with her defense. "Uh, no, it's okay. Yeah, you could drive me home. No worries. I'm all right. I was just thinking about you is all."
"Of course." Draco stood to get his coat and grabbed the keys. "So, are you ready? I'm starving, seriously."
"Starving? We've only taken some minced pies Molly made!"
"Well, I'm a growing boy. . ."
Before Hermione could have replied again, she felt herself being scooped up into Draco's arms. She was caught in surprise but still, she was glad more than ever. It was exactly the same way that Draco would show his affection. He was more of the touchy person.
"Growing boy. . .right. . ." Hermione just let Draco carry her out of the door and into the car. He gently plopped her into a seat and whispered to himself absent-mindedly, "I'll carry you the same way when we get married."
Hermione knew Draco didn't intend to think out loud and so he suited herself by curling up beside the driver's seat, simply staring out of the window, occasionally taking some glimpse of Draco as he drove away.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.
Short chapter there. I didn't want to rush things up. My apologies since I said this wouldn't get over three chapters, but it is over three chapters and I don't know how to make it up to you guys. I swear I'll try to congest loads in the next chapter!
Who wants an R-rated scene?! Hm, raise your hands if you please! Lol.
To tell you honestly guys, the reason I've been writing again is because of your lovely reviews! They've been of great help! Thanks to all who did by the way!
hotsleekeyz
Chapter 4
Love Comes Softly
LAST TIME ON IMAGINARY :
"Draco, please, talk to me!"
He only grunted as reply. He shook his head twice and soon his eyes was able to make him see things vividly. .
In fact, it was Hermione in front of him.
Without looking into her eyes, Draco muttered, "I'm all right. I'm---"
"You're not. Maybe we need to take you back to the hospital, or at Ginny's so you could get some rest."
Soon, both of them were sitting upright, facing each other, eyes seeking through the other.
"No, I want to stay with you. . ."
And Draco leant once more towards Hermione and touched her lips with his. . .
ON TO THE NEXT CHAPTER :
Softly, caringly, Draco's lips divulged itself with Hermione's cold- stricken ones, wanting even more to own what seemed to be his all those time. He was so hungry for the piece of flesh of which were owned by the person he most hated for the past week. And all that rung in his head was the fact that Hermione was his, she is there in his arms, and he will win her back.
Moaning to the rhythm of Draco's own movements, Hermione pulled away as he held Draco's arm to signal him to stop. She opened her eyes slowly and saw at once that Draco's eyes were boring into her in questioning why they had to stop.
Draco did not understand why they had to stop of course.
Hermione just smiled. "Let's eat."
Even in doubt, Draco returned Hermione's smile with a warmer one. "Okay. No prob. Do you still want anything down at the kitchen?" He shook his head to rid his mind of the sudden upsurge of memories, willing to shoo them all away and let him worry about them another day.
Hermione looked curiously at Draco. "Honestly, are you all right?"
"Yes of course. No worries." He assisted himself to stand and pulled Hermione up as well from the floor. Draco bent down to get the cup of hot chocolate and chips from the floor and placed them on the side table beside Hermione's bed.
"Okay. Maybe you could just get something for yourself. I'm a bit hungry right now, the stuff you brought up won't be enough." She forced herself to smile. Deep inside her Hermione knew that Draco was asking himself what was wrong and why they had to stop for their sweet moment of snogging. She felt a strong nudge inside her to explain.
When she got the courage to speak, Draco was already at the door, Hermione cried, "I'm sorry about what happened."
Draco looked back at her and smiled. "Yeah, of course. Don't think about it." He was to open the door when Hermione spoke again.
"I know you wanted to know why I had to stop and I also know well it's best to explain."
"Then why?"
"I don't want to consume all your love right now. I'm afraid I might miss them too damn much when the time comes you run out of them."
Silence.
Draco grinned. "That'll never happen Hermione." And he left.
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"So you're telling me that Draco might have recovered most of his memories already?" asked Harry as he handed Hermione a cuppa back at the Weasley's house.
"Um, well, not really. I think it's just that he had this fit and he got –some- of his memories. I don't want to count much on the fact that he's making improvements because I might be hoping too much only to find myself disappointed in the end."
Ron settled himself beside Hermione on the couch with his own cuppa and interrupted the conversation. "But you can't change the fact that he knows he loves you back."
Hermione thought about it for some while and responded, "Yeah of course. I think you're right Ron." She paused. "But what if it's just temporary and he suddenly loses everything's he got back?"
Ginny went down the stairs and smiled at Hermione. "You're being ridiculous Herm. . . Too much of a lunatic after one week with this bloke who crashed against a delivery truck, eh?"
"Well, you can't deny me of being concerned about the state of his mind right now. Maybe he just sat on his favorite stool by coincidence and gotten the chips out of the drawers since it was his type of food at the moment. . . You can't tell that he got his mind back with just that."
"You're mum told you about a hundred of times about the M&M's didn't she?" inquired Ron who was halfway his cuppa.
"But still---"
Ginny passed in front of Hermione, shuffling her brown hair as she did, towards the seat at Hermione's other side. "Stop it Herm. You know he's making some improvements and that's all we need to know right now."
They went on and on talking when the conversation steered to their old times, their trips to Hogsmeade, Quidditch finals and how they got around different places because of this special field trip they had in seventh year (the activity was only applicable for years 5 and up, and so Ginny was with them) when they were given the opportunity to group among themselves and choose a destination of their choice to camp-out and survive there with only minimal supplies. Sure it was fun, but nothing could have made Hermione most happy with it when Draco agreed to come along with her even if she was with a bunch of Gryffindors. It was some talk around Hogwarts for a while but soon enough, it died down. A lot of the students were betting against who will die first, the Gryffindors, or Draco Malfoy.
"Whoa---can't you see what I'm seeing right now?" asked Ginny.
"Um, no?!", the other three replied.
"Why won't we all go on vacation and take Draco with us? We can go back to Greece and maybe it'll help a bit more for him. . . Well I can't deny the fact that I have this certain liking to anything that concerns gods and goddesses you know. . ." Ginny blushed.
"Haven't you had enough stay there Gin? You could barely get someone who you could understand speak when you got lost around there. Lucky that Mione knew some spell how to get you back. . . and I mean really. . .", Ron said sarcastically.
"Hello brother?! I got lost because you were too busy talking you didn't see that I was already a mile away from you. Duh. . ."
"Fine, fine", cut in Hermione. "Let's talk to him about it then let's see if he'll agree. But if he doesn't we have to make a back-up plan to where we could be headed. We sure need some vacation, all of us."
Harry, who didn't engage himself in the conversation too much, suddenly broke his silence. "Why won't we go back to Hogwarts and pay Professor Dumbledore a visit?"
Everyone seemed to be thinking about the idea by the silence that filled the room. It was only broken when another voice broke it up for the four of them.
"I reckon that's the best idea you have brought up yet, Harry."
They all looked towards the direction of the speaker and saw that it was Draco standing by the frame of his bedroom door.
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It took some while planning how to get back to Hogwarts. There was the possibility that the Hogwarts Express won't be able for them at that time. All of their worries were put to rest when Hermione came up with the easy solution that they didn't think of.
"We'll go on the 4th of January when all the students would be going back. We'll come along with them. I'm sure the trolley woman wouldn't mind and some professors might be around to approve of our joining them. I, alone, have nothing in doubt when it comes to allowing former Hogwarts students coming up at their school any time they want. Dumbledore would sure be happy to see us all."
"That's great!" Ron supplied. "Silly I didn't think of that. We've been talking here for ages and the solution was right under our noses."
"Fourth of January it is then", said Draco who got up and headed for the kitchen to take some of the cups of tea used that afternoon.
In a hushed voice, Harry whispered to Hermione, "Isn't it obvious that he's trying to make himself remember?"
All Hermione could do was smile. Indeed, Harry had a point.
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The night wasn't exactly young by the time they felt themselves yawning in turns every minute or so. Harry decided to come home and Ginny was already in her room after excusing herself, leaving Ron to Draco and Hermione.
"You two better take some more time talking, I say. I'll come up my room now and I'll leave you two there. If you need anything, just help yourself." Ron yawned and added, "Just lock the door and the gate when you leave Mione. . ." He smirked. "That's if you get the chance."
Ron chuckled to himself as Hermione gave a puzzled look. Draco sniggered to himself.
Hermione looked over to where Draco was and asked, "What was he saying?"
"Nothing." Draco continued to snicker.
They settled themselves comfortably on the plush couches. Hermione was almost in a full lying position with her back against one side of the sofa. Draco had slumped in his own corner, his eyes wandering towards the ceiling.
"We've been eating all day. . . "
"Yeah", said Hermione and she mentally grinned over the thought. She was feeling full herself.
"We must do it everyday, that's if we last each day devouring what's in here and at your parents' house."
"Yeah."
"Hm, I think I'm up for some midnight snacks, what do you say?" Draco sat up and looked over to where Hermione was.
Hermione led her head towards where Draco was, which was overhead her. "Sure. That's if we won't come throwing up all over the place." Hermione smiled sleepily while Draco just watched in amusement.
"I wasn't talking about the Weasley's junk here. I mean midnight snacks outside. We can go downtown and see what's still available at this time. I can drive you over to your house afterwards."
Hermione gave him a death glare. "As much as that would be a good idea to eat out at this time of the night, I don't agree to having you drive me home. Let me just say I had too much of a Draco Malfoy who hasn't an idea who he really was for some time."
Draco smiled and almost chuckled to himself. After a few seconds, his light feeling of simply staring at Hermione's beauty was replaced by deep concern. "I'm sorry."
Feeling that it wasn't exactly the best thing she could have said, Hermione had instantly come up with her defense. "Uh, no, it's okay. Yeah, you could drive me home. No worries. I'm all right. I was just thinking about you is all."
"Of course." Draco stood to get his coat and grabbed the keys. "So, are you ready? I'm starving, seriously."
"Starving? We've only taken some minced pies Molly made!"
"Well, I'm a growing boy. . ."
Before Hermione could have replied again, she felt herself being scooped up into Draco's arms. She was caught in surprise but still, she was glad more than ever. It was exactly the same way that Draco would show his affection. He was more of the touchy person.
"Growing boy. . .right. . ." Hermione just let Draco carry her out of the door and into the car. He gently plopped her into a seat and whispered to himself absent-mindedly, "I'll carry you the same way when we get married."
Hermione knew Draco didn't intend to think out loud and so he suited herself by curling up beside the driver's seat, simply staring out of the window, occasionally taking some glimpse of Draco as he drove away.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.
Short chapter there. I didn't want to rush things up. My apologies since I said this wouldn't get over three chapters, but it is over three chapters and I don't know how to make it up to you guys. I swear I'll try to congest loads in the next chapter!
Who wants an R-rated scene?! Hm, raise your hands if you please! Lol.
To tell you honestly guys, the reason I've been writing again is because of your lovely reviews! They've been of great help! Thanks to all who did by the way!