Draco and Hermione: Lust or Love

..He's Dead..

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Draco went to the common room to tell Hermione what he'd heard. Over the last month, he and Hermione had gotten along fine. Hermione would try to not to get to close to him he noticed. When he would kiss her, she would kiss him right back. Sometimes passionately other times out of pure wanting. They were seen in the hall together, talking nicely to each other. First names were normal to each other now.

It was making the atmosphere weird. People were acting happy just from two people. Maybe it was because of having enemies become good friends. Nobody was quite sure.

When he'd walked in the common room he didn't see her at first but then he did. She was on the couch, crying into her hands. He went over to her and knelt in front of her.

"Hermione what's wrong?" he asked, her heart breaking from the sob of her sobs. The only answer he got was a loud sobs. Draco put a hand gently on her shoulder for comfort.

She pulled away with such force Draco backed away a little. She looked up from her hands, showing her red tear stained face. Her eyes were red and puffy. "Don't touch me!" she growled at him.

Draco frowned at her, very concerned. "Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked again but this time he placed a finger underneath her chin to bring her face up to his eye level. She jerked away from him and stood up.

"I said don't fuckin' touch me!" she yelled at him. Then she turned around. With her hands back to her face she whispered, "he killed him. He's gone . . . dead and never coming back."

Draco frowned. "Who's dead?"

Hermione whipped around. "My dad! He was m-murdered."

"Murdered? By who?"

Hermione pointed to the coffee table with a shaky hand. She was pointing to a page of a mugglenews paper. With tears running down her face, she told him. "He was killed by a man with a stick and he said something like Avada Kedavra. He was called Lucius. Lucius Malfoy." she let out another sob. "I hate you, Draco Malfoy. I hate you!" and with that, she ran to her room.

A few hours later he went up to see if she was okay. 'Of course she isn't okay, stupid. Her father was just killed!' he said to himself. He reached her door and lightly knocked on it. The reply he got way a sniffle.

Taking that as a yes, he opened the door and closed it behind him. She was on her bed with her face in her pillow. With a look of sympathy, he sat down on the edge of the bed and place a hand on her back.

"Hey, Hermione. Er . . . I just came up to check on you." It was quiet, obvious she was listening. "Ummm I came to apologize. I know it was my father and I know he would never ask to be forgiven so I decide to do it for him. Hermione, I'm really sorry. I never thought . . . I never knew he would do that. I understand if you hate me but I just wanted you to know that I was sorry."

Hermione sat up and rubbed her face with the back of her hands. "I don't hate you. I'm sorry for saying I did. I was just so mad. I miss him so much. I never really spent time with him on the holidays. And now he's gone. And I'll never see him again."

Draco pulled her to him in a hug. She cuddled up against his chest, liking the warmth and smell of him. Draco softly kissed the top of her head and laid his head on hers. After a moment he pulled away from her and fell back on her bed.

He signed. "I just don't know what else to say to you, Hermione." he looked at the roof above him.

Hermione looked at him then smiled a little smile. "Then don't say anything." she moved up on the bed and then laid beside him. Covering herself and Draco with the blanket she moved close to him and snuggled against him. He turned on his side and wrapped his arms around her, keeping her safe for the night and wanting to do it every night after that.

They both fell asleep soon after. They stayed like that all night. Liking the company of the other person.

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