Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Scenes of a sexual nature
Spoilers:SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OoTP
Summary: Before starting his 7th year of Hogwarts, Draco is given the challenge of ridding Voldemort of Harry Potter in order to join the Death Eaters. What unexpected surprises does his plan hold? DMHG
In the Eyes of the Enemy- Chapter Ten Together
After their moment of passion Hermione and Draco remained curled up together on the couch. Hermione's head rested on Draco's bare chest her eyes closed, enjoying the soft kisses he placed on her head periodically. His arms were wrapped around her body holding her close beside him. With a smile she glanced down at his hand, which rested protectively on her hip, and was startled to find it covered in blood. She panicked, was it her blood? True she had never been with a man before, but there was so much blood, it looked to extend outwards from his knuckles and flow down across his hand. Hermione gasped, "Draco, look at your hand, something's wrong."
Hearing her words, Draco became aware of the momentarily forgotten pain in his hand. It throbbed and was swelling, he wasn't sure, but it may have been broken. He remembered that he had smashed his fist into the wall; furious about his unrequited feelings for her, but that had been before she had come for him, demanded he come out. Then the most glorious thing happened they were together, everything felt perfect, he didn't want it to end but the pain couldn't be ignored any longer. Draco told Hermione, "I was so upset at the thought of you not feeling the same way about me, that I feel about you, so I punched the wall just before you came to find me." Embarrassed at revealing the truth so willingly Draco cast his eyes down at the ground.
Hermione not wasting any time leapt from the couch taking Draco's good hand in hers as she went around the room gathering up their clothes, and pulled him toward her portrait. Oddly enough her portrait now contained both likeness curled up together much as they had been on the couch. Hermione announced, "restricted section," and once the portrait swung open she pulled Draco through to her bedroom. She handed him his share of the clothing and ordered him to, "go in the bathroom get dressed and wash you hand, then come back here, I'll have everything ready by then." Draco did as he was told and then washed his hand in the sink removing as much of the blood as possible and he placed a crimson towel over the wound to stop the bleeding.
In the bedroom Draco found Hermione fully clothed again, wand in hand, mumbling something over and over before realizing he was in the room. She was looking directly at him. His heart stopped at that moment, she was so beautiful, her skin was glowing, and the smile she was giving him filled him with such warmth. Her hair was a bit messy from their encounter earlier in the common room, but in his eyes, it only added to her allure. He wanted to kiss her again and take her in his arms. He rushed forward but was stopped when Hermione reached out and held his damaged hand.
"I think I can fix it, but if you want, we can go to Madame Pomfrey. She would know what to do for sure." Hermione looked to him for a response.
Draco shook his head, "no I want you to do it if you can, please Hermione."
She nodded and holding his hand in hers moved her wand over the area and chanted, "Manus Repairo." A soft blue light passed over Draco's hand leaving behind only a faint white jagged line across the top of his knuckles.
Draco pulled Hermione into a hug then kissed her firmly on the lips. "You're a brilliant witch." He said with a smile.
Hermione ginned back at him, "your not so bad yourself after all you were smart enough to be my head boy." They laughed and their lips found each other's again.
The moment was broken though, by Dobby who let out a scream. "Miss Hermione is you ok" Dobby started swatting at Draco. "Get off her, get off of Miss Hermione."
Hermione panicked, "no Dobby it's ok he's not hurting me it's ok."
Draco turned and looked at Hermione in confusion, "you know my house elf Dobby?"
Dobby growled, "Nasty old master's son, Dobby is not your house elf any longer. Now Dobby is paid wages for his work and serves no masters. Now Dobby has friends. Dobby is Hermione's friend and Hermione is Dobby's friend. Miss Hermione is making Dobby and the other elves fine hats and sweaters. Only Dobby is taking clothes now, but when any other house elf is wanting them Hermione is offering to make them hats and sweaters of their own. You is to stay away from Miss Hermione, she is good. You is very bad."
Draco looked furious and Hermione sighed, "Dobby, it's ok, I promise. What did you need Dobby." Still glaring at Draco, who had wrapped his arms possessively around Hermione.
Dobby declared, "Dobby, is bringing your dinner, where is you liking me to put it?"
Hermione replied, "I think in the common room would be best Dobby." Dobby nodded and disappeared with a pop.
Hermione turned back to Draco, "we better stop in case Dobby says something to Harry or Ron. They'd hex you into next week if they'd found us doing what were before in the common room." Hermione left the bedroom, but as Draco followed, he felt a small leathery hand grasp his.
When he turned and looked down he saw Dobby giving him an angry scowl, "you will not hurt Miss Hermione or you is going to be the one hurting." Before Draco could swat at Dobby he was gone again with a pop.
Hermione called to him from the common room, "Draco, are you coming."
He replied, "Yes Hermione, I'm right behind you" and stepped through the doorway.
The coffee table in the living room was floating so that it was the height of a normal dining table. The Head Girl and Boy chairs had been placed at each end of the table, which was now covered in a feast. Draco and Hermione took a seat at either end of the table and filled their golden settings with food. After the meal was concluded they curled up together on the couch while the house elves returned to the room to the way it was before the meal.
Draco gently stroked Hermione's hair noting how soft if felt against his fingers, the way it smelled like fresh cut flowers, and the way it had glints of red, if the light struck it at an angle. He whispered in her ear "I think I'm falling in love with you Hermione Granger."
Hermione turned to look at him her eyes filled with tears but a smile on her face, "really Draco?"
He nodded, "Yes Hermione, I love you."
More tears flooded her eyes, "I love you too." There lips found eachother and their mouths parted to allow their tongues to meet. After a long moment Hermione broke the embrace and whispered, "It's late but I don't want to be apart from you will you come with me?" Draco smiled and took her hand. They went together to her room there their likenesses were asleep together curled held in an embrace. Hermione cleared her throat and announced her password to her drowsy likeness, which nodded as the portrait swung open.
Once inside again Hermione blushed, and excused herself to the bathroom while Draco walked over to the window and looked out into the night sky. His mind was racing 'you told her you loved her and she said she loved you back. Isn't that what the potion does makes you think you love them? No Snape said it amplifies any feelings you have however small so somewhere deep down she does have feelings for you and you for her.' Before his mind could continue any longer he heard her return to the bedroom wearing only a towel and her hair damp from what must have been a bath she was taking. She headed toward her closet and slipped a crimson negligee over her figure before crawling under the blankets of her bed. She was stunning, and he couldn't keep his eyes off her every feature. Each aspect of her both intrigued and excited him.
Hermione smiled and asked, "Would you mind joining me? I don't want to be alone tonight." She watched him head toward the bed. He began to casually undressing as he made his way closer. Her removed everything but his boxers and slid in beside her. She felt his arms surround her and pull her body against his causing a shudder to pass through her body.
He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and whispered into her ear, "Good Night Hermione."
To which she whispered back, "Good Night Draco." Within a matter of moments they were fast asleep content in each other's arms.