Enemy, Friend or Lover

..As One..

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Hermione yawned and turned over. Hitting something hard, she opened her eyes and Draco's chest came to view.

"Wha-?" Hermione frowned, confused. She sat up on the bed and looked down at Draco. He was still asleep, his arm still around her.

She moved his arm off of her and swung her feet off of the bed. She grabbed some clothes and headed for the other bathroom. She quickly changed into the clothes, brushed her teeth and washed her face.

Hermione quietly opened the door to the bedroom and put her clothes from yesterday on the floor. Draco stirred in the bed so Hermione quickly backed up and went to the kitchen, afraid to wake him.

She heard Draco start the shower as she sat down at the table, happy that she still have a few minutes to herself. She did not want to face Draco.

She was going against everything she was trying to do. She was trying to tell Draco that she did not want him but as soon as his body gets close to her own, her mind goes blank and all she can think about is him.

Hermione heard the shower shut off. Grabbing and apple, Hermione went outside. She walked down to the lake and sat on a big rock.

She bit into the apple and closed her eyes, savouring the sweet taste.

Hermione thought about what she was going to do about Draco. She knew that she wanted him, hell, he knew that. Every chance he got, he'd take. He knew that she couldn't resist him. She should just keep busy and try to stay away from him.

"Hey," Hermione didn't have to turn around to know who it was. "Going to ignore me again?" Draco questioned.

Hermione shrugged and bit into the apple. Having food in her mouth met she didn't have to talk. But soon enough, the apple was gone. She had ate the apple right down until the seeds were falling out of the middle.

"Do you know how to fish?" Draco asked.

"No. Do you?"

"Uh huh. I can teach you if you like," Draco offered.

"Sure."

Draco did say anything and neither did Hermione.

"Hermione, I-"

"Draco don't bother, okay." she stood up and moved closer to lake.

"Hermione, come on. I'm not doing anything." He moved closer to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I just wanna talk with you. I wanna understand how you feel."

"You should know by now," Hermione mumbled, lifting her shoulder so his hand fell to his side.

"How can I when you wont talk to me?"

"I am talking to you," Hermione told him.

"No, you're trying to argue. You wanna stay as far from me as you can. You're making excuses for yourself."

"I am not!" Hermione snapped. She turned around and faced him. "You are making excuses for yourself! 'I want to feel loved'," she said in a mocking voice. "It's bullshit, all of it is just bullshit!" she shoved past him and started to march away. Draco gripped her wrist and spun her back around to face him. Hermione hit his chest with a thud and Draco grabbed her other wrist as well.

"It is not!" His face was screwed up in frustration and anger. His hair wet, his gorgeous eyes steady and determined, his beautiful lips were in a strait line and his jaw was squared in determination.

"Of course it isn't! It true love until you found some other hot babe. And to tell you, Draco, I am not putting up with it!"

"You wont have to! If you just trust me-"

"Trust you?" Hermione yelled, outraged. "That's all I'm doing is trusting you and when I do, you go and find some slut who does whatever you want them to!"

"Like to treat me like a human being?"

"To treat you like you're some fucking god!" Hermione tried to shove Draco away from her but his grip was painfully tight. "That's how you want me to treat you? You want me to clean the house, clean after your and you're stupid kids! You want me to have sex with you whenever you goddamn feel like it and make you food no matter what the fucking clock says!" Hermione yelled.

"That's a lie!" Draco hollered back. "You're making things up and telling lies to yourself so that you'll hate me!" Draco lowered his voice a little and looked her dead in the eye. "Hermione, you can't do that. It isn't fair to me . . . or to you. You aren't doing yourself a favour, Hermione."

"I just don't wanna get hurt," Hermione explained.

"You wont, Hermione. If you will try, I will too."

Hermione considered what he said and looked deep into his eyes. His grip was loose so she shoved him back and stalked away, deciding that it was a lie like usual.

Draco leaned his head back and let out an agonizing sound. He sighed and trudged along after her. With a tiny smile on his lips, Draco watched her nicely shaped hips swing back and forth and she stomped up to the cabin.

Draco stepped up onto the front porch and tried to open the door. The door wouldn't open so Draco trotted to the back door and tried that one as well. It too, was locked.

Sighing, Draco went back to the front and sat on the steps of the porch. She locked me out, Draco thought sulkily.

Draco sat out there for about an hour. For the first ten minutes, he knocked on the door non-stop. Giving up, he sat back down. A few minutes later, he looked for a window that was open. No luck.

Draco stood up and searched for a big rock. After finding one, Draco went to the storage room window and smashed it. The rock feel through and so Draco lifted himself up and landed on the other side. He smiled and wondered why he didn't do that twenty minutes ago.

"What in hell's name-"

"Yeah, that's right!" Draco hollered. "Why the hell did you lock me out? I do have a right to be let into my own house!" Draco bellowed.

"Your house? Since when was this your house. I locked you out for a good reason. I am so sick of you and you bickering. I have tried to give you a chance, Draco. I wanted-"

"Shut up!" Draco moaned.

Hermione stopped talking and looked at him as if she he slapped her. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, that's what I said. Shut up and stop bitching. I have been nice to you and now I'm not going to. I have tried to talk to you. I have tried to give you want you want. I have tried to leave you alone and give you time. But now, I am not. You have stop giving me chances, Hermione. You know that. You are making excuses and I am tired of it. You must be tired of it now too, Hermione. I know that you like me no matter how hard you try not to."

"Shows how much you know about me," Hermione scoffed under her breath.

"I know a hell lot more than you think, Hermione. I know that you prefer grapes over apples. I know that your favourite colour is blue and that you like white roses more than red ones. I know that you want to kids, a boy and a girl. I know that you want to be a good mother more than you want to be good at anything else in the world. I know that you don't care what people think about you even though most people respect you. I knew that deep down, Hermione, you only want one thing."

"Oh, and that is?" Hermione asked, trying to sound irritated while she was trying to keep her emotions under control.

"To be loved. I know that feeling, Hermione, and don't try and pretend I'm wrong and that I don't know a thing about you. I know so much about you, Hermione. You have a heart bigger than the world itself. You care about others more than yourself. You want me to care about you and what you-"

"Stop it!" Hermione snapped. "I don't care what you know about me! It isn't enough to tell me how you feel, Draco. I can't read your mind or tell how you feel."

"Then what can I do?"

"Treat me like you care. Tell me how you feel and don't keep it inside so I don't know. Show me how you feel if you can't say it. Just at least let me know."

"I will if it makes you happy."

"Thank you. I'm going to start making supper," Hermione told Draco as she turned around and left the storage room.

Draco looked at the door and watched her leave. Well, it went better than he thought but he still didn't get to finish telling her how he felt, let alone show her. Heck, he didn't even start telling her how he felt about her.

Draco walked into the kitchen and seen Hermione at the stove. So she busy skinning and slicing potatoes to notice Draco walk in. He leaned against the doorjamb and watched her work.

Hermione filled a pot with water and put it on the stove, leaving the stove off. As she worked, Draco noticed how tight her shoulders were. Shaking his head, he knew that it was his fault.

Draco walked up behind her and asked, "do you need any help?"

Hermione jumped and dropped the potato and the knife.

"I'm so sorry," Hermione cried as she bent down to get the knife and potato. Draco, also, bet down to grab them. Draco grabbed the knife from Hermione's hand and reached for it.

Hermione stilled and looked at him. Draco stood back up, bringing Hermione with him. He placed the knife in the sink and reached for Hermione's other hand.

"Hermione," Draco started.

"Yes?" she whispered.

"I am sorry for the hell that I put you though. I want to tell you that I will try, okay?"

Hermione didn't answer, just looked at him.

"I love you, baby. Never make the mistake and think that I don't."

Hermione looked at him and her eyes filed with tears. Draco bent his head and kissed Hermione's sweet mouth.

The kiss was soft, his lips just touching hers. The heat spread threw her and his kisses were more powerful, more demanding, more loving.

Hermione's knees buckled on her. She leaned into Draco as he held her body close to his own.

Draco leaned back and looked into her eyes. She had a dazed look on her face as Draco smiled down at her.

He kissed her again, his hands on her butt, pulling her body into his.

Hermione moaned and felt his heart beat strong and fast under her hand. He was cradling her body into his and Hermione could feel his erection against her stomach.

Why did he have this control over her? Why couldn't she say no to him? Did she want him that bad?

This time it was Hermione who pulled back. "I don't want you to mess around, Draco. I wont have you hurt me again."

"Then I wont," Draco reassured her just before his lips claimed hers again. With one easy motion, Draco lifted Hermione onto to counter. Hermione opened her legs letting Draco closer to her and locked him in by wrapping her feet around his legs. As Draco kissed her neck, Hermione's neck rolled back for better access. His hands came up to caress her breasts as he sucked, kissed and licked her neck.

"God, how much I want you," Draco gasped as his mouth came back to her.

Hermione knew that this had to stop but she had no power over herself when this happened.

"Draco," Hermione called, not sure what she was calling for.

"I want you so bad," Draco mumbled again. Draco wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the counter. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist as he brought her to the bedroom. He lay her down on the bed, his body coming down on hers seconds later.

With both of her hands lased in his, Draco raised her hands. His eyes never leaving hers, Draco ran his hands down her arms, down her sides until his the bottom of her shirt was in his hands. Hermione leaned up a little so that Draco could pull the shirt over her head.

Draco leaned up a lib more, looked down at her body. "Damn."

"Damn what?" Hermione asked.

"Just . . . damn," Draco murmured as he stared at Hermione's body. Her white silky skin, her bubbly breasts and they filled her cute black lace bra.

"Draco, can-"

"Shh," Draco hushed her, a finger over her lips. "I wanna ogle you while I can."

Hermione sighed. "Draco-"

"Don't be mad. I just wanna look at you. It's not that big of a deal."

"It is when you're cold and wanting a guy who's only lying on top of you," Hermione commented.

Draco smiled down at her knowing he'd won. Now he had her attention, he had to keep it, had to keep her wanting him and wanting to trust him.

"You're so beautiful."

Hermione blushed and looked away from him. "Draco, don't-"

Draco cut her off and frowned down at her.

"Why do you always look away when I give you a complement? You're self confidence is too low. We need to fix that, don't we?" Draco asked more to himself than to Hermione. "Well, right now I'm not interested in that. Neither are you, apparently."

"I-" Draoc's mouth clamped down on hers and her comment was gone, forgotten and left in the dust.

Draco kissed her passionately for the next while, rocking Hermione so deep that she was scared she was going to pore her soul to him.

"I should make supper," Hermione said as she pulled her mouth away from Draco's.

Draco wanted to object, wanted to pull her mouth back to his own, her body close to his. But he wasn't going to push her. He rolled off of her and let her scramble off of the bed, grab her shirt and quickly go to the kitchen.

Draco lay on the bed wondering why he wanted her so much? Was it that tempting body? Or was it that he simply knew that he couldn't have her. If he wanted her body, her soul, her heart, he'd have to try with his body, his soul and most of all, his heart.

But the problem was, Draco never showed his heart to anyone. Was Hermione that much to him that he would risk the pain and trouble of having it broken?

Draco rolled off of the bed with a grunt and went to help Hermione into the kitchen. Draco was going to have his troubled for later.

As Draco walked into the kitchen, Hermione was peeling potatoes again. Draco grabbed a knife and grabbed a potato as well. He kissed her shoulder and started to peel.

"I'm sorry," Hermione whispered suddenly.

"For what?" Draco asked, be withered.

"For not staying, for not being the person you want me to be."

"I don't want you to be any different, Hermione. I know this is hard for you but you don't have to change yourself for me. You have to keep your respect and do what your mind and heart tells you to do. Even if I don't like it."

Hermione looked at him, confused, frustration, love and guilt was plastered all over her face. Her eyes a deep chocolate brown, stared at him, not knowing what to think.

"I don't understand you. First you want me to be like-"

"I want you to be yourself, Hermione. Nothing more nothing less."

Hermione nodded her head, still confused and went on working on supper, liking the fact that Draco would let her be herself. It was confusing and comforting at the same time.

"Don't worry so much. I hate having to see you worry," Draco murmured as he ran a finger over her brow, smoothing out her frown.

"Thank you," Hermione whispered. Draco nodded knowing that she was thanking him for understand how she felt and respecting that.

They worked together almost as one. Eating together was soothing, going to bed together and to rest in each others arms was even better.

Finally understanding each other, neither knowing that this peace wouldn't last as long as they thought. 'As one' never works . . .

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Hi. I hope you liked this chapter. I am so sorry that it took so long. My computer got a virus, I had to finish another chapter for my other story . . . It's no excuse but please forgive me. Please review and tell me what you thought.

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