Enemy, Friend or Lover
..Company..
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Hermione slowly opened her eyes and let out a yawn. Rolling over, she closed her eyes again and snuggled deeper into the blankets.
"Draco!" came a high pitched squeal.
Hermione slowly opened her eyes and sat up in the bed. Swinging feet over the bed she looked around the room for something to put over her tank and underwear.
"I'm so happy to see you! Your mother said we'd find you here."
Frowning, Hermione walked out into the kitchen. Finding Draco and a scrawny blond near the door, Hermione walked farther into the room, pulling one of Draco's long shirts on.
"Hey, there," came a deep voice from behind her. Spinning around, Hermione clutched a hand to her breast, felling her heart pound underneath it.
Hermione examined the person in front of her. The guy was tall, lean hipped, broad shouldered, and had very shaggy hair that hung into his deep blue eyes.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you," he apologized with a tiny laugh and a large smile.
"Uh, it's alright."
"Who is she?" The petite blond looked at Draco as if he had just killed her best friend.
"That's Hermione," Draco explained, his bare back bronze in the sunlight.
"Hermione, who? How come I've never heard of her before? After all this time and you never told me that you were fucking some chick."
"Adriana!" the guy exclaimed.
"What?" the blond yelled back. "I think that I should at least know."
"It's non of your business, Amora." Draco growled at her, the muscles on his back and shoulder clenching up tight.
Hermione took in the girls appearance. Small, nicely rounded, heart-shaped face, big blue eyes, full lips, and incredibly nice elegant clothes. Awfully pretty, Hermione thought.
"She looks like a floozy," the girl stated.
"Adriana!" the guy in front of Hermione snapped.
"What?" Adriana asked, her voice whiny. "Oh, come on, Ben, look at her."
"I am," Ben called back. "Now shut up and stop being so mean. So Draco, how've you been?"
Draco turned around, showing Hermione his gorgeous chest.
"Good actually. What're you guys doing here?"
"We came to see you at the Manor but you weren't there. Too busy, I see." Ben commented, a twinkle in his eye as he peered at Hermione.
"Nah, were just friends," Draco replied smoothly.
Hermione looked at Draco, her expression blank. So, as soon as some hot chick walks into the door, Hermione was out of the picture.
"Do you two want anything to drink?" Draco asked.
"Sure," Adriana replied and Bed shook his head.
"Are you guys going to stay for a day?" Draco asked.
"We can for a day or two," Ben replied as he watched Draco go to the fridge and get a drink.
"Oh, Hermione, this is Adriana and Ben."
"Hey," Hermione said, nodding to them both. She walked towards the kitchen, going to the cereal cupboard, using force she nudged Draco's shoulder as she walked by.
"So . . ." Adriana sighed as if she were bored already. "What are we doing today?"
Draco shrugged his broad shoulders. "Don't know. Is there somthin' you wanna do?"
"How about we go down to the village?" Ben suggested.
"Yeah! That'll be so fun! Let's go now!" Adriana exclaimed, her gaze on Hermione. "Oh, but you aren't ready, I guess we'll have to go on without you."
"We will not!" Ben yawped, his gaze fixed on Adriana, astonishment on his face. "We'll wait for her to get ready then we'll leave. Plus, Draco isn't even dress yet either."
"We wont be long," Draco commented, getting up and going into the bedroom, leaving Hermione alone what Ben and Adriana. Jealous
"So, Hermione. Why are you here with Draco?"
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "Ask him why," Not able to finish her cereal, Hermione said that she was going to have a shower. Casting a look at Adriana, Hermione decided to leave her alone and let her snoop.
Draco was out of the shower and was shaving, comfortable in only a towel around his waist.
Hermione looked in on him and asked if she could get into the shower.
"Sure, go ahead," Draco replied,
"Well, uhh . . . could you turn around then?" Hermione asked, self-cautiously, looking at him with plead.
"Hermione," Draco muttered, his voice a lazy drawl, as he glanced at her with amusement. "I've seen naked woman before."
"I know," Hermione said, gnawing on her bottom lip. "But I . . . Well . . ."
"It isn't that big of a deal," Draco commented.
"Well it is to me!" Hermione told him, sticking up for herself.
"As you wish," Draco sighed and shook his head but he turned his back and let Hermione start the shower and get in, shutting the frosty glass doors behind her.
Draco turned back and looked to the shower. He could see the outline of Hermione's body. Gorgeous, he thought. Draco examined her body through the frosty glass, not able to see her too clearly but the outline and shape of her body. Her lushes breast, her long brown hair, her flat stomach. Everything about her was perfect.
The shower turned off just as he was done and washed his face with water.
"Uhh, Draco," Hermione called from the shower.
"Yes?"
"Uh, I forgot my towel, could you please get it for me?"
"Sure," he mumbled going behind the bathroom door only to find his second one.
"It's not here, Hermione."
"I'm sure it is. It should be behind the door."
"It's not," Draco reassured her. "Do you want mine?" he offering.
"Please."
Draco took it off the hook and turned back to the shower. Hermione's head was poking out. He handed the towel to her, thinking to pretended to fall, grab the door handle and slid it open. Nah, way to immature. But it would sure satisfy him.
"Thank you," Hermione whispered and shut the door again, this time with the towel. Draco nodded and walked to the bedroom, shutting the bathroom door behind him.
Hermione could smell him. His scent was on the towel. Ignoring the smell, she stepped out of the shower with the towel wrapped around her. She put on her make up and rubbed lotion on her legs and arms. Leaving her hair down, she checked herself out on the mirror. Okay, not great, but okay.
Hermione walked into the bedroom to get dressed and noticed that Draco put on his pants but left his shirt on the bed. Not wanting to make a scene, she grabbed her clothes and went back into the bathroom to change, ignoring Draco's smirk of amusement.
When she came back out, Draco was one the floor doing push ups. Brushing her hair she watched him out of the corner of her eye. The muscles in his arms flexed as the same with his back muscles. Trying not to make it obvious that she was staring, she turned her back and watched him through a small mirror.
"Nice view?" Draco drawled, looking at her through the mirror.
Blushing Hermione mumbled a sorry.
"Don't be," he commented, still pushing himself up and down. What was he at now? Seventy-five? One hundred?
Draco got to his feet and rolled his head on his shoulders, his neck cracking. "Well, I think we should get going."
Draco pulled his t-shirt over his head and watched Hermione. She looked at herself in the mirror, frowned then scowled. Straitening back up, she found Draco watching her.
"What?" she asked self-cautiously, nibbling on her bottom lip.
Draco flashed her a smile and shook his head. He walked towards here but when he got four feet in front of her, she got nervous and was ready for the escape.
"Yeah," Hermione smiled, backing away. "We should go now." Without another word, Hermione swung around and walked out of the room.
Draco followed her out and found Adriana and Ben in the kitchen.
"We going now?" Adriana asked, her chin slightly in the air showing her small and delicate neck off.
Looking away, he checked for Hermione. She wasn't an the cabin.
"Where's Hermione?" Draco asked.
"She went outside," Ben muttered. "Adriana was being herself," he scoffed at her.
"I didn't say anything to her!"
Ben rolled his eyes at his sister. "Right. You just glared at her as soon as you saw her."
With her nose up in the air, Adriana walked out of the kitchen. The two boys followed her out, went to get Hermione who was by the lake, and then went down to the village.
"Oh my!" Adriana gasped. "What is with her hair?"
"Who's?" Ben asked.
Adriana pointed to a small girl maybe eleven. "What did she do with her hair? It's like chopped off and like, eww!"
"Oh, shut up!" Hermione moaned to herself.
"She can't. That's all she does all day," Ben commented, leaning towards her. "All she does is talk about herself and criticize other people."
"That's Angie. She has cancer." That shut Adriana up right away.
"She- she has what?"
"Cancer. She has about another year to live."
"Oh god," Hermione's heart went out to the little girl.
"She's okay with it though," Draco told them as he walked over to the little girl.
"I am so not going over there!" Adriana informed them, her nose in the air again. "I'll end up getting cancer, too. And let me tell you all, I will not, I repeat, I will not look like that."
Hermione should her a look, half glare, have disgust. "You are a real bitch." She turned back to Draco and watched the little girls eyes brighten up as Draco walked up to her.
"Hello, Angie. How are you doing?"
Angie blushed but smiled. "I'm doing okay. I've missed you. I thought that you'd come sooner. Mama said that you didn't want to see me anymore."
"I do so!" Draco informed the girl, soft but firmly. "Where is your mama by they way?"
Angie looked away. "She isn't here. I came down by myself. Daddy got mad again and I didn't want to be there anymore."
"Well, let's go bring you back." Angie's face fell but she nodded. "But first," Draco added, "let's get you some ice cream."
The tiny girls face lit back up and she squeezed Draco around the middle, squealing. Draco bought a cone for Hermione and Angie. Adriana didn't want one. Saying 'it'll all go to my hips.' Ben also declined.
Draco told Ben, Hermione and Adriana that he was going to take Angie back.
"I'll come with you," Hermione volunteered.
Adriana shot up in her chair. "So will I!" She told Draco, her eyes challenging Hermione.
"No, Amora," Draco said fiercely looking at Adriana. "You'll just make fun of her more. Hermione, you're welcome to come along."
The three set off up the hill.
"Hermione?" Angie asked.
"Yes?"
"I think you're really beautiful."
Hermione stared at the small girl, her eyes prickling with tears. "Thank you, Angie. I think you're beautiful, too."
Angie shook her head. "No, I'm not. I have ugly hair, I'm too small and skinny."
"But you're still beautiful," Draco told the child. Angie smiled, realizing that she'd loose the battle.
Angie's house was old but very homey.
"Mama?" Angie called as they walked into the door.
"Angela! You almost gave Mama a heart attack!" yelled a petite blonde woman.
"Sorry, Mama," Angie whispered, her voice small, her head bowed.
"It's okay, dear. I didn't mean to yell," she folded the tiny girl into a tender hug. "I was just very scared. You know it's not good on dad's heart. He worries so much about you and me."
"Yes, Mama."
"Draco!" the woman smiled. "It's so good to see you. Thanks for bringing her back."
Draco smiled. "No problem. What's wrong with Dan?"
"Oh, I was helping him too much and suddenly he got mad, telling' me that he didn't need my help. But of course he does! He just had a heart attack, for Pete's sake."
"I know what you mean. Well I'd love to stay and chat but I have friends waiting."
"Oh, of course, dear. And who is this?" the woman eyed Hermione. "Another new girlfriend?"
"No." Draco said. Hermione again, felt the rejection.
"Oh . . ." The woman was clearly confused.
"She's the girl I'm marrying."
"Oh, is she?" the woman smiled at Hermione, a twinkle on her face.
"See you later, Mary," Draco gave the woman a hug. When he backed away, he opened the woman's tiny hand and placed something into her palm.
Mary looked shocked. "Draco, I can not!"
"Yes, you can."
"No!" The woman gave it back to Draco. "Now, I'll go and get Angie. She'll want to say goodbye."
Angie came skipping back. "Good bye, Draco."
Draco bent down to receive the hug. He held out both her hands, palms up. "This is for you," he said.
Hermione looked around his back and seen money in the tiny girls hand. "And this is for your mama, okay?" She nodded again as Draco put another wad of cash in her other hand.
Angie nodded. "Thank you, Draco."
Draco smiled to her and retreated back down the hill with a final glance back at the tiny cottage.
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Through out the day, Adriana was clinging to Draco. Hermione just ignored Draco as he was doing to her. She stuck around Ben, the only one who would speak to her without glaring.
They headed back to the cabin at sundown. Adriana and Ben went into the little barn thing next to the cabin. It had a bathroom, a very tiny kitchen and a bedroom. Enough room for them two. They went to bed right away as Draco walked back to the cabin from the tiny "house".
Draco walked into the kitchen as saw Hermione at the kitchen table reading a magazine.
"Come to bed," Draco whispered in her ear, seductively as he walked by the kitchen table.
"I'm not tired," Hermione said back, moving her head away from him.
"Sure you are," Draco whispered, his lips just brushing against her ear. Trying to move away, Hermione, swallowed. "Come," he whispered, her body shivering in response as he took her small hand into his own.
"I-"
Pulling her to her feet he murmured, "Hermione, come to bed."
Wanting to say no, Hermione kept quiet, her voice failing on her. Taking her silence as a yes, Draco pulled her down the hall. He shut the door behind them and took off his shirt.
Draco rolled his neck around and stretched his arms. "I have the worst headache."
"And who's fault is that?" Hermione questioned, a sharp edge in her voice.
Draco looked over to her, a question in his eyes as why she had snapped at him.
"Hermione, Hermione, why must you snap at me so?" he drawled. He walked towards her, a glint of something in his eye.
"I- I want to go to bed," Hermione said.
"Why are you hiding from my question, Hermione?" Draco asked, walking closer.
"I'm not," Hermione lied, back stepping away from him.
"Yes, Hermione, you are." Draco snatched her hand and held it to his warm chest, only gripping it tighter as she tried to pull away. "I want you so much."
"Draco-" Draco placed a finger to her lips, wanting her more as they trembled beneath his fingers.
"I'm sorry," Draco mumbled, looking deep into her eyes, "But I can't resist." Draoc's mouth covered hers as he pulled her close. Draco held on to her as if he could stay like that forever. Then suddenly, Hermione pulled back, breathing hard and her face flushed.
"What? What is it?"
"Nothing," Hermione replied, backing up.
"Then why are you so frigid?"
"Draco, what am I to you?" Hermione asked, her voice barely audible.
"You're my friend . . ." Draco thought about it some more and then shrugged his shoulders.
"Right, and you shouldn't kiss your friend."
"But you're also the girl I have to marry," Draco pointed out.
"Have to marry," Hermione repeated. "Not want to marry, but have to marry. Draco, you don't have to marry me." Hermione turned away, anger and hurt making her eyes water.
"Hermione, that isn't what I meant," Draco argued, walking up behind her.
Hermione was standing so close that she could feel his body heat. She leaned her head against the chilled glass of the gigantic window. Draco wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled the soft spot on her neck.
"I'm sorry. You know that's not what I meant."
"Draco, I don't know what you meant," Hermione murmured. "How could I when you've been busy with Adriana all day?"
In a low and soft voice he said, "I never meant to hurt you."
Hermione pushed away from him. "But you did, Draco. You swear I'm everything to you and then some new piece of ass walks through the door and I'm not event there,"
"I knew you were there, Hermione. But it doesn't make me feel any better when you talk to Ben the whole day."
Hermione turned back around. "I talked to him so that maybe you'd think about me again. But you don't even care about me enough to feel jealous."
"I did, Hermione. I was so jealous, that I could have killed Ben for it."
Hermione looked at the floor.
"Hermione, I'm sorry," Draco said again. Knowing what she wanted but wouldn't say, he walked up to her and lowered his mouth to her, pausing for a moment for her to change her mind. She didn't, so he kissed her slowly, erotically, tracing his tongue over her lower lip, not in a hurry, but as a reminder of how much they wanted each other.
"Draco, I-"
"Don't worry, Hermione. I know what I'm doing."
Moving her eyes from his, she said in a quite voice, "I don't."
Hearing this from her mouth, Draco only wanted her more. A weakness, the only one he really knew about.
Draco drew her in close, his hand slipping down to the small of her back. Deepening the kiss and at the same time, breaking down her natural reserve, until finally she slid her arms up and hung onto his neck.
He drew away from her, still holding on to her, still held her close, and looked into her eyes. "I'm not afraid of hurting you. I don't want to hurt you but I'm not afraid of it because that'd mean that I'd have to back away, and I'm not going to." He could see her eyes, feel how intense they were. His low voice was filled with intense passion and honesty that left Hermione breathless.
"You're not afraid of anything," Hermione told him.
Draco didn't smile, didn't say anything. Finally he lightly kissed her soft, sweet mouth. "I am, Hermione. I'm afraid that I can't love you as much as you like and as much as you deserve."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but Draco stopped her. "I can only promise that I'll try."
"I don't want anything more."
Smiling Draco claimed her mouth once again, taking her boldness and passion to his heart. Draco felt her hands slide down his chest and on the flesh on his back. He skin burned, tingled wherever she touched. Not breaking the kiss, keeping it hot and bold, Draco raised his hands on her bare skin, up to her arms, until her shirt fell from her fingers tips onto the floor.
Breaking the hot kiss, Draco looked down at her out of hooded eyes. Memorized by her lush breast in her black silky bra.
Hermione started to squirm, not aware that seeing her lushes, sexy body was just as much of a turn on then kissing her.
Feeling him hard made Hermione' stomach hot with need, made her aware of how much she wanted him, wanted him to take her.
Draco fell back onto the bed, bringing her with him. Rolling her underneath him, he kissed her jaw line, the underside of her chin, her throat, as his hands explored the flatness of her stomach, the roundness of her hips.
Hermione moaned and arched her back as Draco sucked on her nipple through the silk bra.
Moving back up to see her face, he watched her slowly fluttered her eyes open and look up at him, her eyes filled with excitement and desire.
He brought his mouth back down to hers, her tongue mating with his, her need equal with his own.
Knowing he needed to take it slow, he eased himself back up, push up style, and stared down at her. Her face slightly flush, her lips a little swollen, he still wanted her, still longing for her. A single tear roll down from the corner of her eye.
"Poor, baby," Draco muttered, gently wiping it away with the pad of his thumb. His lips barely touched her again when there was a bang in the kitchen. His head jerked up and she sighed. He kissed her once more and told her he'd be right back.
Draco left the bedroom and Hermione rolled over and curled into a ball, sleep taking over as her thoughts traveled back to Draco.
Draco soon came back into the room. He slipped into the bed and lay there, unable to sleep, looking at Hermione's back. Not able to get to sleep, he closed off the distance between them and lay close. Draco rolled over and tried to get to sleep, but sleep had left him, and so he was stuck lying there.
Getting up, he went into the kitchen and looked around, seeing no movements in the living room or kitchen, he grabbed a book and sat in a chair in the kitchen.
Not able to concentrate on the book, Draco got back up, turned off the light and made another attempt to go back to sleep.
He walked into the bedroom and witnessed the site of Hermione sprawled out on her back, asleep, her one arm above her head, the other resting beside her, he walked up to the bed and gently ran his knuckles down her soft milky cheek.
Draco covered her up to her stomach and slipped into the bed beside her. Not able to hold her when she was sprawled out like that, Draco tried to figure out a way to make her move, of find another way to be near her.
He rose onto his elbows and peered down onto her face.
"Beautiful," he muttered. Draco eased down into the bed and moved closer to Hermione. He laid his head down on her stomach and felt the slight raise and fall from her breathing. Finding peace and comfort in this position in this spot, Draco fell to sleep.
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