Chapter Seven

Disclaimer- JK wrote it, not me, kthnxbye.

Hermione awoke the next morning to feel an unknown warmth around her middle; she looked down to see that it was Draco's arms wrapped tightly around her, as to never let her go. "I could sleep like this forever..." she thought to herself, brushing that silver-blonde hair out of Draco's eyes and kissing him on the forehead.

Draco stirred a little bit; he opened one bleary eye to see her sitting up over him... She was so beautiful to him... Just the way she laid there in his arms... The way her eyes shined with the tears she'd cried in her sleep...

"I'm sorry for last night, Draco..." she whispered. "Sorry that I did what I did... I hate myself more and more every minute for it..."

"Don't be like that, Hermione... I'm just sorry I couldn't have been there more, I'm sorry that I couldn't have stopped you... But I promise, you're fine..."

"But I made you cry! I made the Draco Malfoy cry! How can I live with that..." she joked.

"I know how you could make up for it..." he added, rolling her onto her back, himself on top of her, and he kissed her in a style that Clark Gable would admire A/N: thanks to the Postal Service for giving me that phrase.

After a few moments of complete bliss, Hermione broke away to breathe. "Draco, I need to take a shower. I won't take long, I promise... I love you... Don't go anywhere, please?"

"Hermione, it's Saturday. What do you possible have to get ready to do?"

"Well," she replied. "Nothing really. I don't guess... Why?"

"Wouldn't you rather just lay here all morning? I know I would... We don't have to be downstairs for anything..."

"Breakfast?" Hermione asked.

Draco replied to that one with a simple call to the house elves. When Dobby appeared less than twenty seconds later, Draco asked him to bring them some breakfast in bed.

"Sir, you know I'm not supposed to do that," Dobby said. "Especially for you. But I guess I'll do it for Hermione, since she's helped me so much in these last few years... What would you like, and what would she like?"

"Just bring us a variety, if you don't mind, alright?"

"Yes sir," Dobby said, and with a snap of his fingers, he was gone.

"Is he getting us anything," Hermione asked, returning from her lavatory with a clean face. "Sorry, but if I can't take a shower, I had to wash my face."

"It's fine, I asked him to just bring us a variety of foods," Draco said, and with that, Dobby was back.

"Here you go, sir," he said and disappeared again.

So as they sat down to enjoy their breakfast together, Hermione noticed how pale Draco looked all the sudden and asked him what was wrong, if anything.

"I'm just... I'm not feeling myself today, that's all..." he said, though she knew it had to be more than that, by the look of him.

"Draco, I don't believe you," she said quietly, as if she was talking to herself instead of to him. "You know you can tell me anything that you want, and that I don't care how extreme anything is, or how petty it may seem, I'm here for you..."

"It's fine... Let's just have a nice morning together and we can talk about it later, depending upon how good of a mood you're in, alright?"

Hermione put down her fork and got up to leave their table. "Draco, I'm perfectly fine, alright? Feel free to join me when you come to your senses and realize that." And with that, she walked off into her bedroom.

Draco got up and followed her, not even thinking about how hungry he was. He knocked on her door, and without an answer, walked right on in anyway. "Hermione, that's not how I meant it, and you should know that..." he said. "I'm just not sure of how much I want to push off on you, because you seem to be having some problems on your own... I don't want to bother you with mine."

"Draco, what kind of friend would I be if I were to not listen because I was too caught up in my own problems, let alone what kind of girlfriend?"

"I got a letter from St. Mungo's today, saying that my mother was admitted there with terminal insanity, one thing that they don't really try to fix in people anymore. I know it sounds rather Muggle-ish, but they only give her 3 months to live. She's the only bit of family I have left, except maybe an uncle or something. But she's the only one that matters to me, the only one that I love in my family..."

"Woah..." Hermione said, unsure of how to respond to that; but instead of talking, she grabbed him in a tight hug and kissed his neck, which was the highest she could reach without him leaning down.

"I love you, Hermione. More than anyone on this planet. More than anyone could possible every love someone. And I know that before this year, that was the last thing you expected to come out of my mouth, but it's true..."

"I love you too Draco Malfoy. And I always will, and nothing can tear us apart... Ever."

"How about that morning you agreed to, Hermione?" Draco asked. "I'm really looking forward to it, to be honest..."

Hermione took his hand and led him to her bed; she pulled the covers back and they laid down in it, snuggling for a minute. They were facing each other, arms around each other, and looking into the other's eyes, when suddenly Hermione started crying.

"What's wrong now, Hermione," Draco asked.

"Nothing, Draco... It's just... Everything is so perfect... I never expected this out of anyone, let alone out of you... You have no idea how happy I am with you, even after all those years of hating each other... And I wouldn't trade the feeling I have right now for anything, not even to have my old life back..."

When she said that, it brought tears to Draco's eyes. "Do you mean that, Hermione?" he asked her, and she replied that she did. He pulled her closer into him and kissed her again.

Obviously they fell asleep like that, because when they woke up it was time for lunch, but neither of them were hungry... They both continued lying there in each other's arms.

"Draco, we should go see your mother... We could get Professor Dumbledore to let us, if you want..." Hermione said.

"I think that's a good idea, too, but I don't know if I want to see her... I mean... She won't remember who I am, and I don't want that... I don't want to face the facts, honestly... I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with it, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I understand, but... She is your mother, you know... You need to see her, and she has every right to see her only son."

Draco got up right then and walked into their bathroom. "I guess I should take a shower, then," he said, looking at her with those pleading eyes... She knew what he wanted, but she didn't know if she wanted to give it to him. "I'll go speak with Dumbledore, be back in a second," she said fast, so that she could turn away without him seeing her blush.

Dumbledore granted their wish, and they were on their way less than an hour after.

When they got there, they found his mother in a terrible state...

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