A/N here it is another chap!! chap 8...so tell me how im going..and i will take any suggestions!!! thanx to alice my beta!
Saying it was the best weekend ever would be the world's biggest understatement. Hermione was ecstatic; she had Draco and all else fell into place. Waking up in his arms had been the best feeling ever, and she knew that she'd do whatever to keep waking up in that fashion.
Hermione was in Draco's room getting dressed while Draco finished his shower; she had finally been able to get out after reminding him that they'd never actually get out. She had her white button up shirt and her skirt; she was putting on her vest when Draco walked out of the bathroom, steam surrounding the God with a towel wrapped EXTREMELY low on his hip.
Hermione couldn't breathe. She loved the site of him, but most of all knowing that he was hers made it all the better.
"Like what you see?" Draco asked seeing the desire and lust in his witch's eyes.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do." By the end of the sentence she had reached him and had wrapped her arms around his perfect neck. She started leaving gentle kisses on his cheek, his neck, and his bare shoulder. She smiled when small moans of pleasure escaped him, relishing in the thought that she had caused them.
Draco placed his hands around her waist, pulling her against his aching body. Hermione could feel his arousal. She moaned softly at the feel of his throbbing cock, wanting him so bad.
'Damn classes,' Hermione thought. She knew she had to go to class; she wasn't going to start skipping. Boyfriend or no boyfriend she had a duty.
"Love, we shall finish this after dinner." She kissed him lightly and began to turn around. But Draco wrapped his arms around her, and stopped her; her back against his chest, his breath on her neck.
'He's so evil,' was the thought running through her head as he violated her neck.
"You do realize that I am a covered in bite marks?" she asked.
"Love bites," he corrected.
"Yea, I'm covered in them," she said again.
"The more the better," he said between bites.
"And why is that?" Hermione practically purred. The way things were going Hermione was going to lose all logic.
Draco paused in thought and said, "That way every single guy out there will know you're mine."
Hermione giggled and said, "Possessive aren't we?"
"Very!" he agreed.
"Well unless you want your Slytherin buddies to attack you, we should keep this to ourselves." Hermione didn't want to have to hide it, hell the war was over there was no Lucius, and there shouldn't be a problem. But the Slytherins weren't an acceptable bunch.
Draco stopped kissing her long enough to whisper, "I love you Hermione, and I wouldn't want to hide this. Not to mention I don't want any reason for them to hate you. But you're right."
"You mean hate me more?" Hermione said with a smile.
"Nope," Draco said, bending down and kissing her nose. He then let go, reluctantly, to begin to get ready for breakfast.
Five minutes later, they were in the common room saying goodbye. It had been the longest goodbye ever 'said'. Draco didn't want to let her go. When they finally parted, he made sure that at least one love mark was exposed; Hermione failed to notice. As Hermione walked out Draco smirked at her retreating back. 'That arse is mine.'
Hermione made it downstairs, but right before she made it to the Great Hall, she was grabbed and pulled into an empty class room. At first she thought it was Draco, but she immediately realized it wasn't; she knew his touch and this wasn't him. She immediately tensed up.
Hermione was about to scream when her captor put his hand on her mouth. Hermione was scared. 'Who the hell is it?'
"Hermione, don't worry, its ok. It's me…Harry." He turned her around, and let her go slowly.
"Harry, what in the name of God is wrong with you?" she said, the anger leaking into her voice.
"Nothing, I just well…I need to talk to you," he explained.
"You could have asked, you know? No need for the kidnapping." Hermione didn't want to sound bitchy but she had been definitely frightened.
"Sorry, it's just…well…" Harry stammered.
Hermione sighed and said, "What's wrong?"
"Um…" Harry looked around, cracking his knuckles nervously.
"Just spill it, Harry." Hermione was getting agitated.
"Ok. Well the thing is. I tried to get over you, Hermione. I really did. But it didn't work. I don't feel anything for anyone else. I spent more time with Ginny, but it's not the same. I want you Hermione." At this point Harry stepped closer to Hermione; she backed up.
"Don't be scared of me, Mione. I love you, and I know that you can love me too. You just have to give my love a chance." Harry pleaded with her.
"Harry you do realize that that's impossible," she explained.
"No it isn't. We're best friends all we have to do is try." Harry went to caress her face but Hermione moved her face; bad move. It exposed her love bite, which seemed to be shouting 'Look at me! Look at me!'
"What the hell is that?" Harry said, pointing at her neck.
Hermione gasped and clamped her hand on the spot Harry was pointing at.
"You're still with him. AREN'T YOU!? AREN"T YOU??!!" he screamed.
"Harry let go of me," Hermione said as Harry backed away reluctantly.
"Harry, I thought this was done with. You know I love you, but only as a brother, Harry; like I love Ron and Fred and George. You understand that, right?"
Harry huffed and said, "NO I don't as a matter of fact. And I am not over you."
"But I thought you and Ginny…" Hermione asked, confused.
"She's like my sister. I only want you Mione," he said as he stepped forward again.
"No," Hermione said with emphasis, as the tears began to fall down her face. "Harry, I love you but you're not doing this again. You have to respect my decision."
Harry looked at her as if she needed to visit St. Mungo's as he said, "NO, because it's that ferret. I can be better then him. Hell, I am better then him! If he wasn't he…"
But Hermione had heard enough and interrupted, "STOP! Listen to me Harry. Even if I still hated Draco I wouldn't be with you because I don't feel the same way. Can't you understand that? Even if I was alone and not dating anyone, I still would not see you that way. I'm sorry Harry but you have to understand."
"NO! This can't be. It's always been you, Ron and me. NEVER ever was it supposed to be Malfoy. Anyone, Hermione, it could be anyone else. Why him?" Harry asked, whining.
Hermione took a deep breath and said, "I don't know Harry. It just happened. I never chose it this way. I didn't plan it."
"Well undo it," he tried again. "I can make you fall in love with me. I know I can." He placed his hand on her tear-stricken cheek.
Hermione pulled away and cried, "Harry, I'm sorry but I love Draco, and it's not going to change. I wish you weren't in pain, but I can't do this, Harry. I just can't.
"But, Hermione, I love you," he said and advanced on her again.
"BUT she loves me, Potter. Now be a man, grow some balls and get over it," Draco said, walking into the room.
Draco had walked in the Great Hall and it had been empty. He got this odd feeling something was wrong and had left again in search of Hermione, only to find her with Potter once again. But this time he had heard the conversation. If he had to be honest, hearing Hermione say she loved him made his world a much brighter place. Knowing that she was standing up for that love warmed his heart for the girl he already loved. At first, he had decided to stay out of it, but the minute he saw Harry get closer he decided to stop it immediately.
"I AM NOT TALKING TO YOU! Now leave, this is between me and," Harry yelled when he saw Draco in the doorway.
"AND MY GIRL! SO it does have to do with me." Draco and Harry stood face to face. To someone who did not understand, it would seem they were going to kiss.
"STOP IT!" Both boys stopped and turned to Hermione. "That's it. Draco, stop."
"But," Draco said.
Sighing she said, "I know, but just stop."
"Ferret, just leave; you're not good enough for her." Harry said in an angry tone.
"Harry..." Hermione began.
But Draco overrode her with, "I am very well aware of that, Potter. But she's mine; you had her for six long years. Six years where she was with you through everything. You just failed to notice what you had in front of you. Well, I did notice and now that I have her I'm not letting her go. You'll have a better chance becoming friends with Snape. Face it; she's your friend and THAT'S it."
"Draco, just go," Hermione whispered, dejectedly.
Draco turned and looked at her. She wasn't angry. He knew her; her eyes were smiling at him even if her face was not. He wanted to kiss her but he figured she wouldn't like that in front of her broken hearted friend. So, he just grabbed her hand and gave a light squeeze as he walked out; she returned the squeeze and watched him go.
"Harry, you shouldn't have said that," Hermione broke the silence.
"It's true, and he AGREED. Don't defend him." Harry looked up at the girl that had been right there all along yet he let her go. 'WHY does he have to be right? WHY am I always so stupid? I lose everyone.' Harry thought.
Hermione explained, "I'm not defending anyone. You both said things you shouldn't have."
"You're really in love with that…death eater?" Harry said incredulously.
"Harry Potter, maybe you should review your memory and realize who fought on your side. You need to realize who helped save me. Once you remember, you'll see that I am not in love with a death eater. I'm in love with Draco Malfoy; yes the boy I hated, loathed but now love. I'm sorry, Harry. I love you, Harry, but I'm not going to give him up because you just realized that I wasn't 'one of the guys'." With that she turned and left.
"I'm so stupid." Harry whispered to himself as he watched her leave.
The day went by slowly for Hermione. She hadn't gotten a chance to talk to Draco since the whole Harry thing and he hadn't seemed upset, but she wasn't sure. She needed him to understand that she wouldn't give up her friendship with Ron and Harry no matter how much she loved him. Christmas vacation was coming and she wanted to make sure everything would be all right.
Hermione finished dinner, went up to her common room and began her revisions. She had time until Draco came back, since he had Quidditch practice. Even though she should have been serious, she couldn't help getting excited thinking about how Draco would come in with his Quidditch gear all sweaty, and hair disheveled.
'Get a grip' she thought. She had to concentrate on finishing her revisions because they had to talk.
At that very moment a tired, disheveled, sweaty, and drop dead sexy Draco walked in. He looked at her and smiled. She immediately relaxed noticing that he wasn't mad; this talk would be faster…thank God.
"How was practice?" she asked sweetly.
"It was hell. But now I'm better." He walked up to her, she stood, and he enveloped her in a hug playing with her hair.
"So, how did it turn out with Potter?" He held his breath for the answer. Truth be told he was scared shitless. No matter how much he told himself she was his, love bites to prove it, he couldn't help think she'd leave him for someone better.
As if she could read his mind she looked up at him and smiled, "Hey you do know I love you, right?"
"Yea, but its good to hear it," he said, smiling.
"I love you, and only you. Draco, I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me," she whispered, kissing him lightly.
"Promise?" his insecurity rang in his voice, so he just kissed her back.
Hermione took the opening to say, "I promise you that, Draco. But, that doesn't mean I'm no longer going to be friends with Harry and Ron and all my other friends.
"I don't care about any of your friends except for Potter. Hermione, he wants you and I can't handle that. I can't handle knowing that while I can't show how I feel towards you, he's free to do whatever he wants. Not to mention that when we do let our love known, everyone will be against me. He's the boy-who-bloody-lived."
Hermione smiled at her lover and said, "The whole world can vote against me loving you, and I wouldn't care. You have to understand that, and believe it. I don't care if Harry wants me. I don't like hurting him, but I'm in love with you so he'll have to grow and accept it."
"Damn right he will. Because you're mine," Draco said throatily.
"Yea, I see that. Not to mention the excessive number of hickies I have," she giggled and to make her point, she lifted her shirt a bit revealing several bite marks.
"Yet, it doesn't seem like enough. And you shouldn't be complaining look at me," he said as he too lifted his shirt revealing the marks Hermione had made; she smiled at the memories.
Draco stepped forward and kissed her passionately, pouring all his emotions in it, letting her know how much he needed her. She was air for him.
Too bad they were interrupted by tapping at the window.
A/N ...i should stop here...and not update..but that would be EXTREMELY mean...and i could do that but im in a good mood and what's the point of leaving chp 9 sitting in my comp?? Please review adn thanx to all the reviewers luv ya!