She stood in front of the mirror looking at herself in her new
clothes, and Malfoy's underwear?! What was she thinking! She shook her
head violently, its better than wearing the skimpy things he bought.
She took in a deep breath. Everything was going to be fine, she thought to herself, he can't keep you forever. When someone does come things will go back to normal, except Dra- Malfoy will be in Azkaban.
Instead of giving a snide laugh she found this haunting. He had done nothing to hurt her. Hell he even saved her life! And what he said about his father, he was troubled, he was no longer the evil narcissistic bastard she thought him as. No, he was different. Something more.
She pushed the door open and found him sitting on the couch basking in the sunlight that streamed through the now open window.
"Malfoy, what time is it?"
"Bout four." he said glancing briefly at his watch.
"I'm hungry." she said trying to forget the fact he was probably ignoring the whole incident that occurred moments before.
"There is food in the bags." he said, in fact he was trying to forget the way she felt in his arms but it wasn't going to leave his mind easily.
She picked up two of the bags and heaved them on the small table near the window. She looked through them finding mostly wizarding foods, but something did intrigue her interest.
"Skittles?" she said trying to conceal her laughter. After all, Draco Malfoy eating skittles was never something she had imagined. They were her favorites and being eaten by an enemy seemed to be amusing for an odd reason.
"The one good thing muggles produce." he said getting to his feet and snatching them from her hand.
She shook her head and made herself a sandwich. She ate it greedily. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until now. She ate her second sandwich and happily poured herself some pumpkin juice.
"I'm bored," she said huffily.
"So sorry to here that." He mocked sarcastically.
"You can't exp-" she started but before she finished she felt a burning pain near her lower torso. She crumbled to the ground twitching.
He jumped up when he saw her fall. He saw her grab the spot where her father marked her and rushed to her side. She gave a blood curtailing scream and looked up at him with glazed eyes.
"He's. Done. Something. To. Me." she said in between gasping for breath.
"We need a healer or something," he said thinking about what could cause this. Of course, he thought himself stupid, it must be the tattoo his father had so demonically imprinted. He reached for the hem of her robe and pulled it up to reveal the word searing bright red.
"Make it stop!" she screamed.
"I don't know how!" he wasn't for sure why he was screaming because her request was reasonable but he was angered by what his father had done to his woman. Wait his? He stared at the wall for some time while Hermionie twitched beneath him. Yes his, somehow she will be his.
"Hold me please," she prayed to him because she knew the feeling her mind was giving her. She was going to drift off into that state again. He complied and sat their rocking her in his arms, her body huddled against his chest. This felt good. Why had he never held someone like this?
AN: Sorry this is really short, but that's how its gonna be if I don't get reviews! *laughs evilly* Thank you to those who bother, I look at all your author pages and read at least one of your stories. Plus I save all my reviews to my email( Review, ideas and criticism very welcome!
She took in a deep breath. Everything was going to be fine, she thought to herself, he can't keep you forever. When someone does come things will go back to normal, except Dra- Malfoy will be in Azkaban.
Instead of giving a snide laugh she found this haunting. He had done nothing to hurt her. Hell he even saved her life! And what he said about his father, he was troubled, he was no longer the evil narcissistic bastard she thought him as. No, he was different. Something more.
She pushed the door open and found him sitting on the couch basking in the sunlight that streamed through the now open window.
"Malfoy, what time is it?"
"Bout four." he said glancing briefly at his watch.
"I'm hungry." she said trying to forget the fact he was probably ignoring the whole incident that occurred moments before.
"There is food in the bags." he said, in fact he was trying to forget the way she felt in his arms but it wasn't going to leave his mind easily.
She picked up two of the bags and heaved them on the small table near the window. She looked through them finding mostly wizarding foods, but something did intrigue her interest.
"Skittles?" she said trying to conceal her laughter. After all, Draco Malfoy eating skittles was never something she had imagined. They were her favorites and being eaten by an enemy seemed to be amusing for an odd reason.
"The one good thing muggles produce." he said getting to his feet and snatching them from her hand.
She shook her head and made herself a sandwich. She ate it greedily. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until now. She ate her second sandwich and happily poured herself some pumpkin juice.
"I'm bored," she said huffily.
"So sorry to here that." He mocked sarcastically.
"You can't exp-" she started but before she finished she felt a burning pain near her lower torso. She crumbled to the ground twitching.
He jumped up when he saw her fall. He saw her grab the spot where her father marked her and rushed to her side. She gave a blood curtailing scream and looked up at him with glazed eyes.
"He's. Done. Something. To. Me." she said in between gasping for breath.
"We need a healer or something," he said thinking about what could cause this. Of course, he thought himself stupid, it must be the tattoo his father had so demonically imprinted. He reached for the hem of her robe and pulled it up to reveal the word searing bright red.
"Make it stop!" she screamed.
"I don't know how!" he wasn't for sure why he was screaming because her request was reasonable but he was angered by what his father had done to his woman. Wait his? He stared at the wall for some time while Hermionie twitched beneath him. Yes his, somehow she will be his.
"Hold me please," she prayed to him because she knew the feeling her mind was giving her. She was going to drift off into that state again. He complied and sat their rocking her in his arms, her body huddled against his chest. This felt good. Why had he never held someone like this?
AN: Sorry this is really short, but that's how its gonna be if I don't get reviews! *laughs evilly* Thank you to those who bother, I look at all your author pages and read at least one of your stories. Plus I save all my reviews to my email( Review, ideas and criticism very welcome!