Draco and Hermione: Lust or Love?
..What to Do..
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Draco knew she'd been crying. He was walking up the stairs to his room when he'd heard her. He had undone his tie and shirt on the way to the stairs to him room but on the way up he had heard her. He didn't know what was wrong but wanted to find out.
"Hermione?" Draco whispered as he opened the door to her room. It was dark in her room, the only light was from the window.
"Yeah?" she said with a sniff.
"What's wrong?" he asked, steeping inside the dark room. She sniffed and sat up in her bed. She was wearing her school shirt and long fuzzy pyjama pants. The shirt was undone to the middle of her breasts.
"Nothing. I'm fine." Draco stepped in farther.
"Hermione, I can tell you've been crying. Tell me what's wrong. I only want to help." he told her. He came over and sat down on the edge of her bed.
"It's Jeff," she looked down. "And Ron." she said a bit quieter, her eyes on the bed.
"Why? What happened?"
"Ron seen me with Jeff. And he told me that Jeff was with Amanda, that he'd seen Jeff and her snogging in the corridor." She wiped her eyes with the end of her sleeve. "I didn't believe him. Jeff told me that he hated her and that I was…" she let out a sob. She brought her hands to her face and started to cry. After a minute or so she stopped at wiped her face. "He said he only liked me. And I believed him. But when Ron told me this, he turned around and left. And I was mad. I couldn't believe Ron would say that. But then I seen them." she sniffed. "They were on the floor. He was on her-" she let out another loud sob.
Draco moved closer to her. "Hermione-" but she was already in his arm. He was going to tell her to come here but she was already there. Her arms had flung around his neck, her face was buried in the side of his neck.
"I didn't know," She cried to him softly. "I didn't want to believe him." Draco didn't say anything just stroked her hair, his throat working hard with emotion
She leaned away from him after her nice long cry. She wiped her face once more and moved a little farther away. "How are you?" she asked. "Are you okay?" She'd noticed that he had a few bruises on his face.
"I'm fine. My ribs are healed."
"But are they sore?" she asked, touching a finger to his side, under his shirt.
He shook his head.
"How can you live with it?" Draco gave her a look asking what she'd meant. So she asked again. "How can you live with your father?"
He smiled weakly. "I don't know. I just stay in my room and ignore him as much is I can."
"How could he do that to you?" she asked, looking up at his face.
"I don't know, Hermione," he told her honestly, his mind telling him not to talk about this.
"How- I just…" Hermione shook her head. She couldn't say what she wanted to. It was so sad to see what had happened to Draco.
"It's alright. I can handle what happened to me. I just don't want the world to know."
"You should know I wont tell!" she told him.
"I know."
"But, god! How could he? Beat his own son? Does he not even care that much?" she asked. She didn't want him to answer them and she knew the answers. She looked up at him and a tear silently slid down her cheek.
"Don't cry over me," he told her in a whisper.
"I can't help it."
"I don't need you crying over me."
"You need some one to cry for you," she told him. "So why cant it be me?"
Draco looked at her. He was serious. "I don't want or need people to feel sorry for me, Hermione. I don't need anyone's sympathy."
Hermione looked up at him. "I don't care. I'll cry for you anyways. Draco, you need someone there for you. You need someone to love you."
"But that isn't going to be you." he told her. "So there is no point in feeling sorry for me."
"I do feel sorry for you and you can't change that." she told him. She got up from the bed and knelt down in front of him. She reached up and touch the tiny scar about his eyebrow. "Draco, these scars," she touched the one on the side of his nose, "are from your father." His eyes were so deep right then. They were like pools, deep blue pools. She touched the last scar on his chin. "And to know who there're from makes me cry."
"Don't waste your tears over me," he told her.
"They are mine so I can waste my tears to whomever I want."
"Hermione-"
"Draco, please. Just stop worrying about what others think, how they feel. I can't take away the pain but I can help with it, Draco. Let people care for you," her hand was on the side of his face, the other on his thigh.
"There is no one in this world who does care about me."
Hermione shook her head slightly. "That's not true." she told him. "I care for you more than you think."
"How much is that, Hermione?" he asked not thinking it could be enough for her to help.
"Enough to do this," she said and leaned up to kiss him. Her lips brushed his lightly. She pulled away and looked him in the eye. "Draco. You don't understand how much I have to care for you to do that."
"Are you sure you aren't doing it because you feel sorry for me?" he asked.
"I do feel sorry for you but I like you, Draco." she told him before pushing him backwards on the bed and climbing on top of him. His bare skin was warm on the palm of her hand.
"Hermione…" he stared her, feeling like she wasn't sure of what she was doing.
"Shh," she hushed him. "I know what I'm doing." She bent down over him and kissed him passionately. Draco's hand came up from the bed and cupped her face.
Before she knew it, Draco grabbed her wrist and rolled over so he was on her.
They were both breathing hard. Draco stared at her, his face only inches away from hers. He tasted so good that she wanted more. More of his kisses, more of him. Maybe it was a drug or something but more addicting. He was looking down at her with a weird expression.
It was quiet. Neither of them talked, just looked at each other.
"Draco, about the letter-"
"Don't worry about that," he told her.
"I just want to know if you're going to meet him. Meet your father." Draco rolled off of her and laid on his side, leaning over her a bit. He held his head up with his hand and looked down at her. "You are. Draco, please!" she begged.
"Hermione-"
She sat up, anger in her eyes. "Draco. Why are you going? You know he's going to make you follow him!"
"Hermione-" Draco tried again.
"No! Aren't you even going to try?" she asked. "You want to kill innocent people the rest of your miserable life?" she asked, dumbfound.
"Hermione," Draco snapped to get her attention. "You don't understand."
"There's nothing to understand!" she yelled at him, getting off the bed. "Draco, do you not understand? You're throwing you life away!"
Draco got up as well. "Either way it's gone," he told her, his voice barely loud enough to hear.
Hermione looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"I go with my father and my life's gone. I don't go to meet my father my life is still gone."
"Gone were?" Hermione asked, obviously confused.
"Where ever my soul goes," he told her.
"You mean that your dad with kill you?" Draco didn't answer her but he didn't need to. The light from the window was on him. The one side of his face she could see and the other side was in shadow, covering it up. 'Just like him,' Hermione thought. Two sides of him. The good and the bad. The good she could now see and the bad, well, was gone from what she could see.
"Oh, god, Draco. You have to tell someone!"
"No!" he told her, his eyes finding her own. "No. I can't, you can't!"
"But Draco-"
"Hermione. You can't tell a soul." She didn't answer him, just looked at him. "Hermione…?"
"Okay." she walked closer to him. "Draco…?"
"What?"
"Are you scared of him?"
"Terrified," he told her. She laid her head on his bare chest, wanting to stop the hurting.
She looked up at him. "Why don't you tell someone?" her voice was just louder than a whisper.
"Like who, Hermione? No one can help me."
"You don't know that," was the respond he got back. It didn't help him. She couldn't even name someone.
"Hermione, please." his voice sounded annoyed. "I can't do what you want. I have to do it my way."
"Which is what?" she asked, stepping back to look up at him easier. "You're going to go and get the mark. Why don't you go to Dumbledore?"
"I can't!" he snapped. The his voice softened. "You just don't get it."
"Then explain it to me." she stepped closer to him again. "Draco, I just- it doesn't make any sense. You can die if you don't go and if you do go and then decide you don't want to become a death eater than you still die. And if you become a death eater you'll have no control over your life."
"I don't have any hope no matter what way I go so I may as well pick one."
She knew which one. He would become a death eater even if he didn't want to. He wanted to live. "Fine." Hermione whispered they way people to when they give up. "It's your life."
He looked at her with sorrow in his eyes. 'Why does this hurt so much?' He watched Hermione walk over to her bed and fell down on it.
"Hermione." he said as he walked up to her.
"Don't!" she told him, sitting back up. "It's just going to hurt me. You're going to go and I'm going to be attached to you. It'll just going to make it worse for me. I'm going to care about you more."
"And not for me?"
"It's not going to matter what you care about! You wont be able to have a life because Voldemort will be in control of it!" she stood up, anger raising.
Draco just looked at her. He knew she was right but there was nothing either of them could do. But she wanted him to ask someone to help. This was his life, if he wasn't going to do anything about this then she would be right. He would be throwing his life away.
Looking down at the floor he asked, "who am I supposed to ask for help?"
Hermione slowly walked up to him. "Maybe you should just ask Dumbledor."
Draco looked up from the floor to her face. 'God, she's beautiful… I can't do this to her. I can't hurt her.' he thought to himself. "There's no point." he told her, looking back to the floor.
Hermione stepped closer to him. She lifted his chin and looked into his grey eyes. "Why not?"
"He knows. He told me that my Father told him that he'd be picking me up."
"Why don't we go and talk to him tomorrow?" he didn't answer her. "Okay?"
"Sure," he agreed.
"Good. Now that's over." she smiled up at him. He smiled a little back.
"You're impossible!" he said, shaking his head slowly. Then he kissed her. Hermione was taken by surprise but relaxed after a second.
She brought her hands up to his shoulders under his shirt. Letting her hands slid down his arms, his shirt sliding to the floor in a heap.
"Hermione," he moaned against her lips.
She slowly walked him backwards until he hit the bed. He grabbed her and brought her down with him. Rolling her under him, he leaned up. They were both panting. They couldn't get enough air, couldn't get enough of each other. Draco bent his head back down and started to kiss her again.
Hermione's hand went up his back, over all his little and big scars and his hands went up her shirt.
It usually bugged Hermione when guys put their hand up her shirt but now it didn't. She enjoyed his touch, liked having his hands roam over her body.
She then felt his hands undo the buttons on her shirt. She let him. When he had the buttons undone, he lifted his head up to look down her body. She was wearing a black lace bra that made him suck in a breath.
'God, she is so beautiful!' Draco thought to himself. Her flat stomach was going up and down as she breathed. He looked back up at her face. It was flushed, her cheeks pink. Her hair was spread all around her head.
Hermione didn't want Draco inspecting her to closely. Maybe if he seen something bad he might get up and walk out of the room. But he didn't. He smiled at her than kissed her again.
His kisses started to run down the side of face and down her neck, where he kissed and suck.
Hermione was just going to ask him something when he came back up and kissed her. This time the kiss was demanding but it was too hot and too tempting to pull away. It sucked her right in.
When there lips started to feel bruised they both settled down. Hermione feel asleep soon after than.
Draco lay away holding Hermione in his arms. What was he going to do? He wanted to be with Hermione but was it only lust? Or was there love mixed in there too?
Hermione snuggled closer to him and he pulled the sheets over them both and laid there until he fell asleep, only to dream about what was troubling him. Not about Voldemort and his father but of Hermione, dear, sweet Hermione.
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Hey there! Thanks for the reviews. I hope you like this chapter. It took a little longer this time. Way to much homework!! I swear all the teacher at my school are out to get me!! I'm not sure if I'll keep Jeff in here. Maybe just to keep things more interesting! Please review on this chapter to tell me what you think!
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