Draco and Hermione: Lust or Love

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AN: If you get confused with the people go to the bottom of this chapter and look up who the person is.

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"Draco?" Hermione mumbled drowsily.

"Mmm?" came Draco's low voice.

"What do you think Voldemort wants with me?"

Draco lay on the floor, thinking, not knowing what to answer with. Rising to his knees, he turned towards Hermione bed. He crossed his arms on the mattress and put his head in top of his hand. Hermione rose to her elbows and looked down at him from the high bed.

"I really don't know." Draco replied.

"Oh."

"I wouldn't worry about it thought. I hardly think he knows where you are now."

"You think so?"

"Sure." Draco could hear the fear and worry in her voice. "I think you're perfectly safe here with all of us around here. Plus," Draco added, his smile coming. "I'd protect you with my life."

"I know," Hermione replied, sitting up. Draco could still hear the terror, could still see the secret wishing with her eyes.

Draco crawled up on the bed and looked down at her as he looked deep into her eyes. "Don't be scared of him, Hermione. You can beat him if you put you're mind to it. I know you can."

Tears whelmed up in her eyes. "I'm not sure I can, though."

"Just believe in yourself."

Her bottom lips trembled and a tear rolled down, tracing the shape of her nose, disappearing at her parted lips. Her gorgeously full lips. Draco wished to taste then again but he wouldn't take advantage of her when she was like this. Unless she started it of course. He knew there'd be no argument from him. Plus, he's have no self control when she was near him.

"I'm so scared," she whispered.

Draco crawled closer to her, cradling her face with his hands. "It's okay," Draco said, his voice reassuring. His heart went out to her. What was wrong with him? He was trying to feel for her but the only thing he could really feel was enormously turned on. "You just have to believe in yourself."

"I can't though."

"I believe in you for the both of us."

Again her eyes filled with tears. Not able to resist, he placed his lips on Hermione's trembling ones.

"Shh," Draco tried to sooth. "It'll be okay, you'll see."

"I've never been scared for my life before."

"Most people haven't. And you're very brave for staying level headed. You haven't gone mad or had a break down nor have you cried. You're very brave, Hermione."

"Can I cry now?" she whispered.

"Hermione, you can cry whenever you want. You know that I've always got a shoulder that you can cry on, right?"

Hermione nodded, tears slipping from her chocolate brown eyes. Draco pulled her body close to his own. She had hardly slept yesterday, today when they were in the village looking around, she was always checking over her shoulder trying to spot someone who was going to hurt her.

Hermione's tears soon dried up. She back away, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Sniffing loudly, she met Draco's eye.

"Come here," Draco ordered.

Obeying him, Hermione went swiftly into his arms.

She fit perfectly. She snuggled closer into his arms and sighed. "I wanna go home and find my dad there. I wanna live normally and most of all, I wanna stay here just like this."

"I wont make you move, trust me."

"Thank you."

Hermione soon fell asleep in Draco' arms. Draco cuddled her even though she wouldn't know. He gently stocked her face, tenderly kissed her forehead. Her words troubled him. Was she really worried about Voldemort?

Not able to go to sleep, Draco silently crawled out of her bed and went down on the floor, doing push ups.

It felt as if his muscles were damaged but he welcomed in the pain. Physical pain was so much easier to deal with than having to deal with a heart full of pain and confusion. By the time the four hundredth push ups came, he flopped over, breathing steadily just like his heart.

Getting to his feet with difficulty, he stood over Hermione. Her gorgeous hair spread onto the pillow, her face slightly flushed.

Smiling to himself, he crawled in beside her. She sighed in her sleep as Draco pulled her body close. She wiggled her bottom until she was in a comfortable position.

His smile deepening, he caught a piece of her stray hair that was tickling his nose and placed back behind her ear. Soon enough, sleep over took his body.

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Waking up, Hermione rolled over to her other side and yawned. Groggily, opening her eyes, Draco's strong chest came into view.

He rolled onto his back and yawned, a smile on his lips.

"Mornin'," he mumbled.

"Mmm," Hermione moaned as she rolled next to Draco. She cuddled her face into his neck , feeling his pulse quicken. Smelling his soap, drunk on it, she nudged his legs open, slipping one of hers inside so she could be totally on top of him.

Hermione lightly touched the tip of her tongue to his raising pulse on his neck.

"Hermione," Draco let out in a mangled and husky voice. Hermione could feel Draco's body react underneath her. Giggling to herself, she liked the idea that she could get a reaction like this out of him.

"Hermione, don't mess around."

Hermione lifted her head up and looked at him, no expression on her face. "I wasn't messing around. I was playing an innocent game."

Draco suddenly rolled over, taking Hermione under him. "You play games, you suffer the punishment." Draco's mouth came swiftly down on hers. Cradling her beautiful face in his hands, he kissed her soft and deep, taking Hermione's breath away.

"I like this punishment," Hermione mumbled, her lips a tad swollen from his passionate kiss.

There was a pounding on the door and Logan rushed through the door.

"Hey, I-" stopping at the side on the bed he gaped. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

Draco rolled off of the bed and stood up, running a hand through his hair.

"What is it?" he asked.

Still a little red, Logan answered him. "The headmaster wants to talk to you two A.S.A.P. He says that it's important with a capital 'I'."

"Did he say anything else?" Hermione asked from the bed, clutching the blankets to her chest.

"No, just to meet him at the ice cream parlour."

"Thanks," Draco said. Logan vanished from the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

"Let's get going. You can have the bathroom first," Draco told Hermione as she scrambled out of bed, dashing for the bathroom door.

Not a half hour later, they were both out the door ready for the message.

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"Miss. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, please take a seat."

They both mumbled a thanks and sat down.

"What is this about?" Hermione asked.

"I'm sad to say that we are still in danger here."

"What?" Hermione gasped. "Why? What happened?"

"Mr. Johansson is missing."

"Missing?" she whimpered as Draco clutched her cold hand. "Dominic? When? Why?" Hermione was at the breaking point of hysteria.

"Some time last night," the headmaster replied, sorrow in his voice. "I have no clue why but I know it was Voldemort."

Draco glanced at Hermione. Her face was ashen and her grip on his hand was so tight that his hand was getting a cramp, the bones twisting and grinding against each other.

"But- bu- he-," Hermione managed to choke out before tears started to spill down her pale cheeks.

"Hermione, you must listen. I know you're worried but in two days you have to leave here. Get a lot of sleep and pack all of your things. You will be going alone and will stay there from two weeks to four months."

"That long?" Draco asked

"I hardly think it'll be that long? Why don't you take Miss. Granger back to your room?"

"Okay. Thank you," Draco mumbled, helping Hermione out of her chair and guiding her back to the hotel.

As they got back into the hotel room, Hermione went straight for the bathroom and threw up.

Helping by pulling her hair back, Draco couldn't do anything more but watched, his heart hurting for her as he rubbed her back, mumbling soothing words.

She gagged, spat and coughed, until she finally stopped, flushed the toilette and sank backwards against Draco's legs.

Draco leaned over to the sink and grabbed a cup with water in it and handed it to Hermione.

She gratefully took the water.

Draco silently took the cut from her and bent down, scooping her up in his arms, he walked over to the bed and placed her down on it.

He swept her hair from her flushed face and tenderly kissed her forehead. "Get some rest, Hermione. You'll need it." He ran his knuckles across her cheek and then soundlessly he slipped out the door and down to the pool to watch the kids play around with Hermione at the front on his mind.

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Thank you everyone that reviewed! Hope you liked this part of the chapter and please tell me what you thought by submitting a review. I cut this chapter short because I'm taking so long and I figured you wouldn't want to wait so long so the second half will be posted within the next five days. Please review! )

Chebetta.

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(Names of people)

Hermione Granger- Gryffindor, 7th year girl.

Olivia- Vernard School, 5th year girl. Tall, skinny, very quite, beautiful red curls, blue eyes.

Grace- Vernard School, 6th year girl. Small, skinny, shapely hips, flirts, very loud, talkative, long blond hair, brown eyes.

Draco Malfoy-Slytherin, 7th year boy.

Logan- Vernard School, 6tHermione year boy. Tall, very muscular, a 'loverboy', picks fights, shaggy blond hair, killer smile.

Tucker- Vernard School, 6th year boy. Short brown hair, magnificent baby blue eyes, very nice, sweet.

Riley- Vernard School, 5th year boy. Black haunted eyes, hat always over jet black hair, only talks to Hermione