Chapter Fourteen

Blair walked down to the Great Hall to find Blaise Zabini. He was talking with some younger girls from Hufflepuff. She tore through the girls and pinned Blaise against the wall by the collar. "What the fuck is your problem, Blaise?"

"What do you mean?" He didn't seem to mind she was hurting. He actually enjoyed it because he had been trying to get her attention for weeks and he finally had gotten it.

"Someone told me you were snorting coke with some hopeless girl. We found some of that shit in the closet over there. You mind tellin' me what happened in there?" Blair said pushing him even harder against the wall. He finally grimaced.

"I don't do drugs." He said making painful expressions.

"That's not what I heard or seen. I've seen you offering Draco Malfoy some weed a few weeks ago."

"Who cares? It was just weed. Everyone here does it. But I can assure you, I do not do crack." Blaise said. Blair let him down and turned around about ready to let him go. But then she turned back around and slapped him.

"Don't you ever lay a hand on that girl again."

"I'll probably never even see her again."

"You see her all the time." Blair said through gritted teeth and then walked off.

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Hermione lay on her bed next to Draco watching their finger tips dance upon one another. Draco stared at her eyes, moving around so fast, but he could still make out the beautiful features in them. Speckled with chocolate colors, her honey eyes had a way with Draco.

The sun was blaring into the room, trying to stop the cold from getting in. But the blustery weather was still pounding on the window. Hermione looked at Draco's sun-drained face, his soft skin, his perfect hair falling on his face in all the right ways, and his eyes…they were just like the cold. Some people wanted the cold there, some people preferred the warmth. Hermione could find both in his eyes though.

Draco couldn't resist her anymore. He leaned in and kissed her gently. He pulled away and looked at her. This was what he needed. It was his luck, his doom, his fate. But how he loved the taste of it. He touched her cheek and then moved the hair out of her face. Draco kissed her forehead and then rested his chin on her chest, looking up at her.

Romantic moments pass by all too quickly when you're a head girl or boy.

"I have to go help out in the kitchen today. Are you coming?" Hermione asked sitting up. Draco got on his knees and stretched, feeling disappointed. He looked out the window and shook his head.

"I haven't done Blair's essay yet and I should probably do that."

Hermione looked at him, knowing she had done and said something wrong. "Okay, well if I get done early, I'll come help you." She got off the bed and put her hair in a pony tail, rolled up her sleeves and headed down to the kitchen.

Draco sighed and then fell onto her bed face first. What was happening to him? He was trading his perfect life for this girl who wasn't at all perfect like he thought before, but she was just right. What would his father do if he found out? He would probably start off by killing Draco and then killing Hermione. He could never find out.

Ever.

"Hey good looking," Draco looked back a little and saw Jessie standing in the door way, still in her pajamas. She had never looked that cute before, actually she probably never looked cute. She was always hot and sexy, but never cute. There wasn't a spot of make up on her face either. She looked natural, like Hermione.

"What's cooking?" Draco asked, muffling the words by his arm.

"Not much…but Blaise is gonna have three weeks worth of detention."

"Good," Draco said, burying his head into his arms the soft silk sheets of Hermione's bed. Jessie sighed watching him and then walked over the side of the bed.

"I won't tell anyone, Draco. And I don't care if you love-" Draco's head popped up like a mole would pop out of its hole.

"I don't love her, Jessie. Don't think that."

"You do love her, Draco. You look at her like she's the most perfect girl ever. Everyone watches you at meals just staring at her. And last night, you really cared about her, like she was your daughter or something."

"Jessie, I know how I feel and I don't love this girl at all. She's just all that I've got right now, but once this is over…" Draco paused and sat up, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. He took Jessie's hands gently and then brought her close. "Once this is over, I want it to be you and me. I want to marry you and I want you to have my kids." Jessie's eyes skimmed over Draco and then stopped at their hands.

"Draco, don't say things like this to me. You love her…a lot and I know maybe love is too strong of a word for you, but it won't be later on…when you're still with her."

"Jessie-"

"Draco, swallow your pride. I'm better off on my own…without you." Jessie pulled away from Draco and then walked out of the room. Draco picked up a candle at the side of Hermione's bed and hurled it against the wall. Anger was hurdling itself into Draco's body; it was like a drug, and it got him more then high; he was addicted to it. He hated and needed it.

Draco's teeth bit into the flesh beneath his bottom lip and he felt blood gush into his mouth. But he didn't mind the bloody taste. He liked it; he liked the salty taste it gave off. Kind of dull, but salty. So much for being scared about vampires.

Draco went into his room and looked at the picture sitting on his bedside table. It was of his mother and father hugging each other and joking around. He couldn't remember the last time his mother was that happy. Never mind, she was that happy when she met Hermione. Draco couldn't remember when Lucius cared about his mother though.

He picked the picture up off of his table and threw that into the common room, glass shattering everywhere. He picked up a piece of the sharp solid and it was cold. Almost as cold as he was. He was sure that if this piece of glass had feelings however, it would just want to be accepted, unlike Draco. Draco just wanted everything.

Blood dripped from his face onto the piece of glass and it slid down, to the floor. Draco licked his lip as he continued staring at the glass. He abruptly dropped the glass as Blair walked into the common room. She swallowed and looked at the floor, then Draco's lip.

"I'm sure everyone would love to see this." Blair whispered. Draco looked around the room. It was so dirty. Clothes were everywhere, books, glass…everything was everywhere. She bent over and started to pick up the pieces of glass, but Draco stopped her.

"Clean," he mumbled. The messy room was instantly clean and Blair stood up straight. "Blair, I'm screwed. I need help,"

"Draco, I can't help you anymore then you can help yourself. I don't even-"

"I think- I think I'm falling in love with Hermione!" Draco interrupted.

"Draco, love is a complicated simple truth. It's a small word with a lot of meaning to it. You've gotta know the ropes of it and I don't think you have a clue of what those ropes are. You and Hermione…you guys are like the worst couple sense…ever. You're not in love with her." Blair protested.

"That's what I said, but Jessie said I was in love with Hermione."

"Well you aren't."

"I think I am though, Hermione is…everything to me right now and-"

"That's right now. You don't know what will happen in the future. Draco, you're a beast she can hardly tame, and she's the tamer who thinks you can be tamed. Don't let her think that anymore. You've gotta do something special if you've really fallen that hard. But I don't think you have." Draco stared at her and then looked at the picture that was still on the ground. The spell didn't know where to put it.

He picked up the picture and looked at it. One side his father; disgusting, old, horrible. One side his mother; beautiful, healthy, young looking, perfect. Maybe he was a mommy's boy, but how can you not be one when your disgusting father rapes and beats both of you? Draco ripped the picture in half and then threw his father's half in the everlasting fire. Blair watched him.

"You really do hate him, don't you?" Blair asked.

"How can I not? He's ruined almost everything for my mother and me." He looked at Blair. "I would never ever touch Hermione like he touches my mother. I would never hurt her like he hurts my mother. And if he ever touches that baby...I will kill him." Blair inhaled heavily. Draco seemed more angry then she had ever seen. He was beginning to scare her.

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Hermione walked into the kitchen and saw Blaise Zabini writing some things down in an apron. Her heart started beating triple times faster then it was before. He looked at her with his dark eyes. He must have not found out that she was "Heather."

"What are you doing here, Granger?"

"Kitchen duty." She responded.

"Didn't Dumbledore tell you, I have kitchen duty tonight."

"Why? You're not a head boy or a prefect?" Hermione asked, lying.

"I got in trouble. Just leave," he said getting back to writing his notes. Hermione stayed however.

"Oh yeah, for making some girl snort crack." Hermione said.

"I didn't make her, she wanted to do it." Blaise spat.

"Did you like her?"

"What?"

"Did you like her for her, or did you think she was just hot?"

"What the hell are you asking this for?"

"Answer the question or else I'll give you another week's worth." Hermione demanded.

"I liked her, she was nice. But she was hot too."

"So you're not the biggest slob on the earth? You can actually like a girl for who she is?" Hermione asked leaning on a counter top as Blaise looked over.

"Why would you care? I'll never like you."

"So you are a slob?"

"I never said I wasn't," Blaise finished his notes, dropped his pencil and walked towards Hermione.

"But you are."

"I can be when I want to, but I can be nice too." He said in a lower tone. He looked into her eyes as she licked her lips.

"But you're-" She was cut off by feeling the warmth of Blaise Zabini's lips on hers. Was this actually happening? First Draco, then Blaise? She was going to take over the whole fucking Slytherin house wasn't she! She returned the kiss, with a little bit of tongue, resting a hand on his strong chest.

Blaise put a hand on the cold tile wall behind her, and then other on her cheek. He leaned into her kissing her again. He stopped kissing her and said, "There's a room in the back we can go in." Hermione looked up at him and he grinned in an innocent kind of way. She wanted to slap him. "I was kidding; I'm not that big of a slob." She grinned and then kissed him again.

"Oh my God," a woman's voice said. Hermione pushed Blaise away, making him fall back into a stack of dirty pots and pans. She looked over and saw Blair and Draco. Blaise looked angry and scared.

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"What the hell is your problem, Hermione?" Blair asked. Hermione sighed and looked at how disappointed Draco was. Blair was so angry. So incredibly angry it made Hermione want to run away and hide in a closet. "You want Draco to yourself, you gave him your body and he respected you, he said sorry to every thing he did wrong. You know what else he said today? He said he might be in love with you. How about you tell me that you have never done anything to hurt this relationship now? Just go ahead and tell me that, Hermione."

"He kissed me in that second Blair and I pushed him away."

"Well you seemed pretty Goddamn into it, Hermione!"

"I said I was sorry, Blair! I've said it over a thousand times!" Hermione yelled standing up, making Blair's tiger get up uncomfortably.

"It doesn't mean shit though, you told him all you ever had was your body and you let Blaise Zabini touch you! He respected you, he told you things you had never heard from anybody else, things you would imagine only a husband could tell you. You have broken so many rules in so many ways." Hermione bit her lower lip to keep it motionless. Draco got up and took her hand. He scowled at Blair with irritation growing in his eyes.

"I don't even know why you're yelling at her, Blair. This isn't any of your fucking business, it's between me and Hermione. Not you or me, not you or her, not all of us together…but me and Hermione. Hermione and I, Hermione and me." Draco said, leading Hermione out of the room. He tore through the students but Hermione tried to pull out of his clutch.

"Let go of me, Goddamn it!" Hermione yelled. Every student stopped and looked back at them.

"What the hell is your problem, Granger?"

"You're my problem!" She looked around at all the students. "This isn't a fucking freak show, go to your classes." All of them continued walking, but this time with whispers filling the air.

She looked back at Draco. "Give me some time, Malfoy. Just leave me alone for a few hours and I'll get back to you." She said through gritted teeth, walking past him and out of the school. She stepped into the puddles that were gathering rain.

Hermione took off her shoes and her now wet socks, throwing them behind her and ran through the slippery, pokey grass. Draco had come out of the school just in time to see her figure disappear into the woods.

"She's fast, no doubt about that." Draco looked behind him and saw Harry Potter. "Can't control every beast, now can you?" He asked walking off to the Greenhouses

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"Draco, don't leave me." Hermione cried out as Draco put on his coat. He looked back at Hermione and the lovely baby girl she was holding; Leya was his alright. Same cold, blue eyes and almost a full head of snow white hair. "Draco, stop. Please don't leave."

Why was Draco leaving his first love and his beautiful baby girl? Because he was trapped. She had had this baby way too soon. Draco never even got a chance to pursue his dreams. They had gotten married right out of school. He never even got a chance to say goodbye to Jessie. There were tons of job choices for the both of them. Leya put these on hold however. Blair told them they should have waited. She, they, Jessie, Blair…too many things to contemplate about.

Narcissa didn't mind the baby. In fact she loved her; she even bought them a house near by. Lucius hated the fact of this baby. He hated Narcissa's baby too. He thought she was shit. Alyssa was beautiful though. And if Lucius ever touched Alyssa…Draco would kill him. Narcissa, Lucius, Alyssa…too many people to protect or too watch.

Hermione could take care of this baby by herself right? Draco had to watch over Alyssa and Narcissa in running water…running water…runnnnnnnning waterrrrrr.

Draco awoke from his dream…Oh God…thank God it was a dream. Draco sat up from the deep sweat drowned couch and looked over. Hermione was there, undressing herself and turning on the water to take a shower. That's where the running water came from. Draco looked at his watch; 3:23 AM. Where had she been the whole time?

He gulped and got up. He walked over to Hermione and helped her unclasp her black bra that she was having trouble with. Her sweaty body trembled with goose bumps. She turned around inhaling heavily as the bra fell to the floor.

Draco would always be there for Hermione. No matter what.

He kissed her gently. "I was scared, Draco." She said pulling away. "When I heard that Blair said you might be in love with me, I got scared."

"She says were too young to know what love is." Tears filled Hermione's eyes once again as she touched Draco's sweaty cheek.

"I say she's wrong." Draco nodded and then picked her up by the hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked her over to the shower. He stepped in, feeling the warmth of the water pounding down on his clothed back; all he had on was a white t-shirt and some shorts on.

She pushed back the hair in his face, getting it wet and looked at him as if he was a hopeless bum. She pulled his shirt over his head and threw it out onto the tiled floor, her hands then skimming over his rock hard muscles. She was shaking violently; she wanted him to be inside her.

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Hermione woke up the next morning in Draco's bed, lying on his bare chest. Her hands shook with alarm. She sat up remembering the night. Draco never really said anything that night, all they really did was kiss and nothing more.

She looked outside; it was still raining. It looked like Hogwarts was going to be experiencing a big storm. Too bad the school couldn't talk; it probably would have said something like "Well when I was first being built, a huge storm hit but the squid fought well against it." Hermione remembered all the great stories her father told her when she was younger, when they were locked in the house because the rain got so bad.

Now she wished she could tell him all the great stories she'd had so far.

I miss you, Daddy.

Draco slowly opened his eyes and saw Hermione sitting up and looking out the window. She reminded him of a fox with her brown eyes. "Morning, love." Hermione looked at him and grinned. Daddy would have to wait for those stories later though.

"Still raining, huh?" He asked. "Gonna be a tough Quidditch match."

"You're still going to play in this rain?"

"Snape never calls off matches."

"You'll get hurt, Draco." He sat up and kissed her forehead.

"I'll be fine, I really will." He said leaning over her, putting his hands on each side of her. She put her arms around his neck and he kissed her.

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Draco sped ahead of Megan Jones, the Hufflepuff seeker and the only girl seeker in the whole school. She was damn fast and had even defeated Harry Potter in a match before. But that was once; Potter was still crowned the King of Quidditch.

He reached out his cold hand to grab the Quidditch but a bludger heading for a head on collision made him fly off course.

"Draco are you ever going to fucking pull it together?" Jessie Knowlton yelled down. He looked up at her and then continued flying. Draco suddenly felt a smack at the end of his broom and instantly knew that the very tip had cracked or split open. It just made him fly faster though.

He reached out once again for the Golden Snitch but Megan Jones cut him off by flying right between him and the Snitch.

"This is fucking nifty," Draco said trying to sight out the Snitch. He looked up at Jessie who was still just sitting there and watching him.

"Do something! They don't have any points and if we get more then 150 we can let her catch the Snitch and we'll still win!" Jessie huffed, rolled her eyes and then went on with adding more points to the score board. Seeming as how Draco's plans never work, Jessie nor the rest of team didn't think this plan would work either…but they, like Blair, were oh so wrong.

Match after match, the winning streak started to take off for Slytherin and Draco and Hermione's love seemed to be getting more intense by the second. Blair just seemed to add more conflict to the lusty relationship. But come Christmas, things started to change.