Chapter 6: Beds are Burning
A/N: Hello everyone. I know, took me awhile to get this one up. I've been sick with Bronchitis for the last little while. It's been pretty brutal... been a lot of coughing going on and such. Hope this chapter is good. I don't know. My brain isn't working very well being sick and all. So I hope you enjoy.
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Laterdays.
Draco walked down the empty halls, thanking god that he wasn't sent away. Being stuck in his room, with Hermione, wasn't going to be that bad. Especially because Christmas Break was coming up in a week.
He walked into the commons room to find a fire lit, he flicked his wand quickly to put it out. He wanted to go see Hermione but decided that she would probably be asleep and shouldn't bother her. He opened his door and walked in, it was dark but he noticed someone lying in his bed. He held in a gasp but walked forward. It was Hermione, sleeping away. "Lumos." Draco whispered, hoping not to disturb her. The gentle light showed Draco a trail of tears gliding down her perfect skin. He smiled at how much he cared for this person lying in his bed.
Hermione felt the presence of someone else in the room. She kept her eyes closed and pretended to remain sleeping. Her wand was in her hands, ready to go… just in case. She waited until she heard the person back away, perhaps with their back towards her. She jumped out of bed and yelled, "Indietro!" Draco was thrown backwards with great force. Hermione gasped, OH MY GOD! DRACO! Why didn't I think of him before! Idiot. She smacked her forehead. She ran over to him… hoping nothing was in her way, seeing as it was dark. "Lumos!" Hermione said, Draco was lying, awkwardly, against the wall, breathing heavily. Hermione ran into her room quickly and came back with what looked like a green potion. She told Draco to drink it.
"It'll help, believe me." Hermione took a deep breath. "Oh, Draco! I am so sorry! I didn't know it was you. I didn't know who it was; I was so worried, you know that someone had found out about your father. Oh my god! I am so sorry." She kissed his face and held him tightly.
Within a few minutes Draco felt fine again. He got up and hugged Hermione, "It's all good. No worries there. Look, I'm fine!" He said as he noticed tears in her eyes. He hugged her again, tighter, letting her know that he cared, that he was there.
She sobbed, "I thought I would lose you. I thought you were going to Azkaban. You scared me." She kissed him hard, letting herself go. Her mind needed a distraction and who better than the one thing her mind wouldn't stop thinking about? Draco kissed her back, harder, showing her that he felt exactly the same way. He looked deep into her eyes and saw exhaustion.
"You need sleep Hermione." He said as he picked her up and took her to his king-sized bed. She smiled.
"I do need sleep." She closed her eyes and Draco laid her gently onto his bed. She was already in her pyjamas; she sighed as she rested her head onto the soft pillow.
Draco stood up tall again and looked around his room. He couldn't believe how lucky he was and how good it felt to be "safe". Not only that, how good it felt to be loved, or so he hoped, by Hermione. How long he wanted to talk to her, to kiss her. But he didn't… since the beginning of school he had held himself back, not wanting to push feelings into Hermione that she obviously didn't want there. But then she proved him wrong, she wanted them… or had them all along and was denying them… just like Draco.
He took off his robe, shirts and pants, leaving him only blue silk boxers. Hot. Hermione thought as she watched him. Draco didn't know that Hermione was awake; he thought she had fallen asleep immediately. She giggled to let him know she was watching. He turned around quickly and gaped at her. "Little bugger." He said, as he pounced and started to tickler her.
"STOP!" She screamed through laughter. But he didn't let up, until a surge of strength came through Hermione as she pushed Draco off and started to kiss him.
The next morning Hermione woke up smiling, Draco's arms were wrapped around her. She sighed to herself and smiled bigger. It was Saturday morning. Excellent. She thought. She had the whole day… unplanned you could say. Tomorrow was Hogsmeade with Harry… though, she was thinking, that maybe she would take up Draco's offer to go with him. No, She thought, I can't do that to Harry. I haven't seen him forever… and I really could use a friend right now. She closed her eyes, wanting to go back to sleep.
Draco was awake already, he had been for awhile. Last night replaying over and over and over again in his head. He could not believe that he was the one who had killed his own father, though he didn't mind much that he was dead… he just didn't want to become a killer. He had refused the dark mark because he saw the way the "dark world" worked through his father and never wanted to be near such a filthy life. He wanted to control his own life thank you very much.
He felt Hermione move beneath his arms. He couldn't believe how perfectly she fit to him. He smiled, he loved this feeling. Waking up with a girl he, uncertainly, fell head over heels for. He needed to get up and take a shower, badly. He moved slowly, not to disturb the sleeping beauty next to him. But Hermione, being already awake, turned around as Draco got out of bed.
"Where are you going?" She asked softly.
Draco smiled at her, "Just for a shower, love. I'll be back soon."
Hermione smiled again. She couldn't believe that Draco, yes the same Draco who used to annoy the hell out of her and call her names, had just called her love. "Hurry though, I already miss you." She said.
Draco walked into the massive, gorgeous bathroom and undressed. He turned on the water to the perfect temperature. He had time to think now…
His mother and father being dead really had changed him, made him realized he was someone made up by those two evil people. He was raised to hate, to think of himself as superior and for the longest time he believed he was, until he met Hermione Granger. This witch was muggle born but brilliant. At first, she was not the most attractive person but she filled into herself quite nicely in latter years. She was a marvellous witch and Draco had come to love her despite all her little 'quirks.' She may be a know-it-all but she is gorgeous and she's lying in my bed waiting for me. How did I get this lucky? I don't deserve her. He felt a single tear fall down his left cheek. Was Draco Malfoy actually crying over a muggle-born witch!
Hermione sat up, realizing she was rather hungry. She could have probably gotten away with going downstairs, grabbing something and coming back in time for Draco to never know she was gone but she decided she liked where she was at the moment.
Twenty minutes later, Draco walked into his bedroom to find Hermione asleep again. He felt his stomach grumble with hunger. He pulled a grey shirt over his muscled body and grabbed his robes, put them on and away he went.
Hermione heard him leave. She wondered where he was going but was too drowsy to get up and go after him. She fell back into her dream world.
Downstairs Draco was gathering up some breakfast for the both of them in the Great Hall. He saw Blaise looking at him, "You gonna eat all of that food?" Blaise asked. "I heard about your father, nicely done if I can say so myself." Blaise said before Draco could respond.
"Yeah, well. I have to get back to Hermione." He said slyly and winked at Blaise.
"Nice." Blaise said and went back to eating his breakfast.
Walking past, Harry and Ron had heard everything. They looked at each other in shock. Didn't know what to think. Hermione and Draco? No way. Not happening. Harry went over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Ginny, nicely.
"Did you know anything about Hermione and Draco?" Harry asked.
"No, why?" Ginny lied. Hermione had told her everything, about how much she liked Draco and about the bathroom incident and how they never talked anymore. Ginny, you could say, was all knowing.
"You're lying to us." Ron said.
"Am not! Now, I asked a question, why do you think this?" Ginny said sternly.
Harry explained and Ginny just looked at them with a "what's-the-big-deal?" look on her face.
"So?" She said.
"SO! Ginny! Snap out of it. We're talking about thee Draco Malfoy here. How the hell is this possible? Hermione fucking hates that kid. This is not really happening, is it?" Harry said.
"I wouldn't know you'll have to go talk to Hermione herself." Ginny noticed her brother was looking at his feet. "What's wrong with you Ron?"
Ron looked up and shrugged, "I think, well, it's just… Hermione… I never realized how much I could miss her."
Harry nodded, "I know, it's hard." Jokingly, he smacked Ron's shoulder, "Jeez kid! Just had to screw up didn't ya?"
"I DIDN'T MEAN TO!" Ron said exasperated!
"I'm just playing Ron! Now, are we gonna go visit Miss Granger or what?"
"Uh… Harry, we don't know where her dormitory is…"
"Look, there goes Malfoy, we could ask him…"
"Or not. I'm not talking to that wanker!"
"Guess we're not talking to Hermione then. Come on Ron. I think it's time we get our best friend back. I mean, she's probably over you now. No offence, no offence!" He said quickly as he saw Ron's 'upset' look. "But seriously, we both miss her. So you know what you need to do? Apologize. Then maybe you can come with us to Hogsmeade tomorrow!"
"Look, Harry. It all seems easy to you because, as usual, you didn't do something stupid! I hurt Hermione, badly! She won't forgive me, ever. I know her… remember when I thought Crookshanks at Scabbers? Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure she hasn't forgiven me for that either. When all along he was alive…and kind of Peter Pettigrew. But that is beside the point. I can't apologize."
"Oh get over yourself Ronald Weasley!" Ginny bellowed. "You seriously think that apologizing will do no good? You have no brain then! God, that's probably what she's wanted all along you dim-witted idi—"
"Look it here Ginny. I already tried to apologize on the train and I even screwed that up! I'm basically impossible. I'm better out of her life then in it. Don't you understand!"
"That's probably true Ron, but still! Come on… you guys were all so close, one thing that happened a long time ago does not have to change that! Just do it, see where it'll get you. Remember, I am a girl and I, myself, would like a guy to apologize. Even if it is like five months since it happened."
Draco was walking up to his room when he ran into Weasley and Potter. Great. He thought.
"Hey Malfoy. I know I know… we don't want to talk to you that much either but we're here about Hermione." Harry said. "You see, Ron here needs to talk to her and well, we haven't seen that much of her and haven't exactly been to her dormitory so I was wondering if maybe you could help us out?"
Malfoy sniggered. "Sure. Right this way." He said and started to walk again. Ron and Harry followed close behind. After what seemed like forever, they finally stopped walking and Ron, caught up with counting his steps, nearly ran right into Draco.
"Watch it." Malfoy motioned to the brick wall. "Riddikulus." He whispered gently. The wall began to move, much like the one of Diagon Alley, the boys thought. And opened to a small hallway which was painted in a rich purple, which lead to the biggest and most beautiful room any of them had seen: the commons area.
"Wow, nice place you got here Malfoy." Harry said.
"Yeah, I know. But it's not as nice as my house. Still not too shabby for the school." He said. "Be right back. I'll go get her." They noticed he went into his room; DM was marked on the door.
"Hey, why is he going into his room?" Ron asked. He felt a little annoyance rise in himself.
"Well, Malfoy was sounding like… NO! You don't think—"
"Damn it Harry! You just had to say it. I was trying to not think about that. Ew ew ew! No. Jeez HARRY! Why?" Harry was laughing hysterically beside him.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione said. She was dressed in a white bathrobe and looked as though she had just awakened.
"Hi to you to." Ron shot back quietly.
"Well… uhh… hello?" Hermione said.
"Hi Hermione. How is it going?" Harry said. "What were you doing in Malfoy's bedroom?"
"Sleeping." Hermione responded, not knowing what else to say. "Are you here to find the details about last night?"
"OH GOD NO! We don't want details. What you and that twit do in the bedroom can stay in there! Hermione, jeez. What has done to you?" Ron's face was severely twisted mostly in disgust.
"RON! WHAT THE HELL? I'm not talking about THAT. THAT hasn't even happened. What I'm talking about is Draco's father! Gosh."
"Draco's father? Huh? What are you talking about Hermione?" Harry asked, confused.
"You didn't know! Ah, I thought Dumbledore would have said something. Umm, well, you see. Oh god, it's kinda hard to say it all. We'll, don't get the wrong picture from this, but Draco killed his father last night."
"But wasn't Lucius Malfoy already dead?" Ron asked, quizzically.
"So everything had thought. But he turned up last night, as a hawk, on my windowsill. He transformed; he was an Animagus, he grabbed my wand, bound me and levitated me. This took a few seconds and I wasn't prepared for it all. It took a few minutes for Draco to come, for what, I can't tell you. We weren't talking much. Don't ask, long story. But we're good now. He had to do something about his father. He was a horrible man. I told him not to, but he did it anyways. I can't blame him much though."
"Whoa," Harry said, "that is crazy. Malfoy is a killer."
What they didn't know was that Draco was standing at the doorway. None of them were facing it so they didn't realize that he was there. He was shocked at how they reacted. A killer? Is that what you are now Malfoy? A cold-blooded killer? Someone who kills his own father? Draco's mind was going crazy. I AM NOT A KILLER! I had to be for one night, to lose someone who was never important to me, who did more bad then good, who deserved to die for all that he has done!
Draco spoke, "Potter, for your information, I am not a killer. I may have killed my father, but I have my reasons for doing so. Something you wouldn't understand. You've never had a father like mine, oh wait, you've never have had a father at all. You would never understand that my father made me who I was. But now that he is gone, I feel the need to prove who I really am. I hope that you realize that killing my father does not make me a killer. I am incapable of murder of an innocent person. My father, how ever related to me he was, was not innocent."
They all gaped at him, speechless. Hermione ran over and hugged him tightly. "Oh Draco." She kissed him. Harry and Ron looked at each other and shrugged.
"Uh, I guess we'll be going. Sorry about your father Malfoy. Hermione, we still on for tomorrow?" Harry asked.
"Oh, about that. I think I might be going with Draco here instead. Sorry, I know we really need some time together. I feel like I barely know you anymore, but I think Draco needs me more, alright?"
"Alright, it's okay. Next weekend, maybe?"
"Sure. Next weekend it is. See you guys." Hermione waved as they walked out. She turned and walked back into Draco's room.
Outside, in the hall, Harry and Ron stood there, a little shocked. Harry spoke, "Well, you never did apologize."
"Didn't get the chance to,I guess." Ron replied as they started walking back to their dormitories.
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