A/N: It has been so long since I have ever updated this story! Anyway,
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Disclaimer: I own the new stuff. Or should I say the original stuff. And the very very original things belong to J.K.
Chapter Five [finally]
Flashback:
Draco and Hermione were now fighting with their own thoughts.
After calming down a bit, they both asked each other in chorus "Are you okay?"
Then they both fell silent and just stared into each others eyes deeply and seemed to have been locked and trapped into a parallel universe they both wished they would never get out of.
But they eventually had to. But it wasn't anytime soon.
Continuation:
Draco and Hermione had finally came out of the long stare they were both in when Madame Pomfrey came in with some bandages for Hermione.
"Here you go sweetie." Madame Pomfrey said as she handed her the bandages. "Deary, I am very sorry, but I cannot put them on for you right now, Mr. Longbottom is in another state of shock. He can't ever last a day without injuries can he? I might as well send him to the Grim Reaper as it is. I'm surprised he's still alive."
Hermione giggled at the look on Madame Pomfrey and then got the bandages.
She leaned in to put the bandages as Draco took the tray on her lap to give her way to bend.
"Ow." She said as she struggled to put the bandages on her leg.
"You're doing it all wrong you mud----uhm----Hermione."
Silence
"For someone as smart as you, I'm surprised you didn't get this right. Here this is how you do it."
He took the bandages from her hand and then put it on the table beside Hermione's bed.
He took the small towel in the side and dipped a small part of it in the water.
He slowly and gently pat the towel on the wound.
Hermione winced.
Draco said "Shh. It's only a scratch. Nothing fatal." He said this sweetly without looking up at her now glowing face.
Draco took the alcohol.
"W- what are you g- going to do?" she said sounding scared.
"put it on your wound."
"why?"
"germs. To kill em."
"oh. But that stings. And I'm real sensitive."
"I can see that."
"Can you not put it?"
"then fine! Have your leg amputated when the germs spread."
"fine! Fine! Put it!"
Draco hadn't even opened the bottle when Hermione held the bed sheets tightly and started to scream a bit but not too loud.
"Hermione...... Hermione...... HERMIONE! Get a grip!"
"I am! On the bed sheets!"
"Her--- Hermione...you're----you're ripping the sheets in half!"
"I don't care! It hurts!"
"I DIDN'T EVEN OPEN THE FREAKIN BOTTLE YET!"
she calmed down.
"oh."
"seriously, you should calm down. I've been through much more pain than you have."
"how is that?"
"Well---wait! You're making me tell the story so you won't have to put the alcohol! Sit still!"
"no!"
"yes!"
"no!"
they started arguing like three year olds and started darting out their tongues to each other.
Hermione made it worst when she slammed the pillow on Draco's face.
He just sat there calmly as he narrowed his eyes at her.
"uh oh." Hermione said sounding doomed.
"you did not just hit me with a pillow on the head."
"I—I—I—I didn't mean to-----aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"
before Hermione could continue, Draco smacked the back of her head with a pillow.
Finally they got tired.
"this did not make me forget about the alcohol."
Draco said casually
"oh."
"ok. Here. Grip on my cloak when it hurts ok?"
"ok."
Draco opened the bottle. The first towel was already a bit bloody so he didn't use it again.
He then didn't have anymore towels there and he couldn't stand up because Hermione was gripping ever so tightly in his cloak. So he poured it in his hands. He slowly lifted her skirt and rubbed her wound gently.
Hermione winced once in a while, and then soon got used to it.
Draco still couldn't believe that this was the Hermione Granger he hated.
She was o beautiful. He then forgot about what he was doing and then his hormones took over.
His hand went up her skirt slowly and then Hermione noticed.
She didn't move. She saw his hand.
She placed her hand on top of it and said,
"this really isn't the right time or place, Draco."
"I—I'm sorry. I—uh. Well......good night."
"good----"Hermione was cut off when Draco came in close and gave her a short passionate kiss.
Then he put his hands in his pocket and walked away with out looking back at Hermione.
She watched him exit the wing and she touched her lips gently and wondered why he did that.
He was a good kisser.
But there was something different in that kiss, it was filled with emotion and passion.
Something Malfoy's never have.
But Draco did, something, beyond the capability of a Malfoy was to kiss a person of dirty blood.
But he did. He kissed her.
And he liked it.
With pansy, it was full of lust.
With Hermione, was something he never felt, love.
Enjoy?
Disclaimer: I own the new stuff. Or should I say the original stuff. And the very very original things belong to J.K.
Chapter Five [finally]
Flashback:
Draco and Hermione were now fighting with their own thoughts.
After calming down a bit, they both asked each other in chorus "Are you okay?"
Then they both fell silent and just stared into each others eyes deeply and seemed to have been locked and trapped into a parallel universe they both wished they would never get out of.
But they eventually had to. But it wasn't anytime soon.
Continuation:
Draco and Hermione had finally came out of the long stare they were both in when Madame Pomfrey came in with some bandages for Hermione.
"Here you go sweetie." Madame Pomfrey said as she handed her the bandages. "Deary, I am very sorry, but I cannot put them on for you right now, Mr. Longbottom is in another state of shock. He can't ever last a day without injuries can he? I might as well send him to the Grim Reaper as it is. I'm surprised he's still alive."
Hermione giggled at the look on Madame Pomfrey and then got the bandages.
She leaned in to put the bandages as Draco took the tray on her lap to give her way to bend.
"Ow." She said as she struggled to put the bandages on her leg.
"You're doing it all wrong you mud----uhm----Hermione."
Silence
"For someone as smart as you, I'm surprised you didn't get this right. Here this is how you do it."
He took the bandages from her hand and then put it on the table beside Hermione's bed.
He took the small towel in the side and dipped a small part of it in the water.
He slowly and gently pat the towel on the wound.
Hermione winced.
Draco said "Shh. It's only a scratch. Nothing fatal." He said this sweetly without looking up at her now glowing face.
Draco took the alcohol.
"W- what are you g- going to do?" she said sounding scared.
"put it on your wound."
"why?"
"germs. To kill em."
"oh. But that stings. And I'm real sensitive."
"I can see that."
"Can you not put it?"
"then fine! Have your leg amputated when the germs spread."
"fine! Fine! Put it!"
Draco hadn't even opened the bottle when Hermione held the bed sheets tightly and started to scream a bit but not too loud.
"Hermione...... Hermione...... HERMIONE! Get a grip!"
"I am! On the bed sheets!"
"Her--- Hermione...you're----you're ripping the sheets in half!"
"I don't care! It hurts!"
"I DIDN'T EVEN OPEN THE FREAKIN BOTTLE YET!"
she calmed down.
"oh."
"seriously, you should calm down. I've been through much more pain than you have."
"how is that?"
"Well---wait! You're making me tell the story so you won't have to put the alcohol! Sit still!"
"no!"
"yes!"
"no!"
they started arguing like three year olds and started darting out their tongues to each other.
Hermione made it worst when she slammed the pillow on Draco's face.
He just sat there calmly as he narrowed his eyes at her.
"uh oh." Hermione said sounding doomed.
"you did not just hit me with a pillow on the head."
"I—I—I—I didn't mean to-----aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"
before Hermione could continue, Draco smacked the back of her head with a pillow.
Finally they got tired.
"this did not make me forget about the alcohol."
Draco said casually
"oh."
"ok. Here. Grip on my cloak when it hurts ok?"
"ok."
Draco opened the bottle. The first towel was already a bit bloody so he didn't use it again.
He then didn't have anymore towels there and he couldn't stand up because Hermione was gripping ever so tightly in his cloak. So he poured it in his hands. He slowly lifted her skirt and rubbed her wound gently.
Hermione winced once in a while, and then soon got used to it.
Draco still couldn't believe that this was the Hermione Granger he hated.
She was o beautiful. He then forgot about what he was doing and then his hormones took over.
His hand went up her skirt slowly and then Hermione noticed.
She didn't move. She saw his hand.
She placed her hand on top of it and said,
"this really isn't the right time or place, Draco."
"I—I'm sorry. I—uh. Well......good night."
"good----"Hermione was cut off when Draco came in close and gave her a short passionate kiss.
Then he put his hands in his pocket and walked away with out looking back at Hermione.
She watched him exit the wing and she touched her lips gently and wondered why he did that.
He was a good kisser.
But there was something different in that kiss, it was filled with emotion and passion.
Something Malfoy's never have.
But Draco did, something, beyond the capability of a Malfoy was to kiss a person of dirty blood.
But he did. He kissed her.
And he liked it.
With pansy, it was full of lust.
With Hermione, was something he never felt, love.
Enjoy?