Draco and Hermione: Lust or Love?
..Back to Hogwarts..
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Hermione sat up in bed. It had been two and a half months in this cabin alone and she was so bored that she slept all the time. She was told three days ago she would be picked up today. After all those lonely week she was so glad to go back to Hogwarts. Christmas went by, new years and valentines day also went by. It was now the middle of march, warm and no more snow.
Throughout the day, she was getting all her things together including her clothes and books.
By three o'clock she was ready and at the kitchen table eating her food, flipping through a new book she found on the shelf. Hermione's stomach hurt and even though she was hungry, she couldn't get herself to eat the soup and sandwich. So she put the food in the garbage and sat back down.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and started to braid her hair and she read her book. It took her five minutes to do the braid because her hair was so long. It was near her butt and Hermione didn't have enough guts to cut it herself.
A soft knock on the door made Hermione look up and go answer it. The headmaster was there, a flying car parked near the front of the house.
"Mrs. Granger," he greeted. "How are you doing this fine day?"
"Oh, just fine. How are you, Headmaster?" she asked and stepped back to let him in.
Dumbledore smiled and came into the small cabin.
"Can I offer you something to drink? I have something cold or some tea?"
"Tea would do fine." Hermione went back to the table and prepared the tea and got out some cookies.
She and the headmaster got talking about school and what she would expect. They left after that and they flew to Hogwarts in silence.
Hermione stepped out of the car and smelled the clean air of the ground. Trees surrounded her and she closed her eyes, her body warmed by the sun.
"Ms. Granger, don't be out here too long. You can get back settled in and then come down for supper." Hermione nodded and Dumbledore left her alone as had her things travel to her room.
"Oh, and Ms. Granger?"
Hermione turned around and faced the headmaster.
"I know you've been through a lot and are still going through a lot," his eyes twinkled and he went on. "We have changed rooms for the new headgirl. You will still share that common room but we cant allow you to be the headgirl after what you've been through. Your room as on another floor and I'm sure you'll be able to find it no problem. The new password is 'bunches'. Have a nice day, Ms. Granger."
Hermione smiled her thanks and sat down on the ground, looking out at the lake.
She felt nauseous. Her stomach hurt, her head spun. She was so nervous that she had to get on her knees and throw up. Not much came out because she wasn't eating much and so it was mostly dry heaves. But it was still the same.
Hermione got up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She walked the short distance back to the castle and felt her stomach tighten again and her eyes prickled with tears of frustration.
Everyone was still in the last class or in their common room because she had seen nobody. Her footsteps echoed through out the halls. She reached the common room and went inside, seeing a new staircase, she took it. It let to another bed room and bathroom. The bedroom was bigger than the kitchen and living room in the cabin she just came from. She had a nice bed with a curtain around it and the walls were a brilliant blue. The bathroom was a warm yellow, comforting and happy. She took off her clothes and got into the large tub. Her head hurt and she though of Draco.
For the last months alone she though of him a lot. She wondered if he met somebody new, if he missed her. Would he be happy to see her of would he be mad, sad, disappointed in the way she acted and changed.
Hermione wept silently in the tub, her heart aching to be held my a friend, by somebody who'd cared about her.
Hermione washed her hair and body slowly, carefully. She was sore all over from the ride here and was so scared that if she hit a bruise she's start crying again.
Hermione got out of the tub and dried off and got dressed into a pair of jeans and a nice green hooded sweater. It was Friday and everyone would be wearing normal clothes and Hermione knew she didn't want to be sticking out.
She went back to the bathroom to do her hair. She grabbed her brush but her elbow caught the glass cup and it started to fall off of the counter. Hermione reached down for it but it shattered before she got to it. The glass laid all over the floor, all over her bare feet. Hermione bent down carefully and started to pick the bigger pieces. She closed her hand around the glass and walked around the rest. She threw most of it in the garbage and the rest she swept away with her wand. She went back to the bathroom and went to do her hair again. She picked up the brush from the floor and yelp. Sticking out of her hand was a thick piece of glass.
Hermione breathed in then back out back out. She touched the piece of glass and a hot jolt rushed up her arm. She quickly pulled the glass out of her hand dropped in on the floor. Her hand started to bleed and so she grabbed a towel and held it to the open wound.
"Oh my god, Hermione. Stop this," she said to herself as more tears rolled down her face. "You're so pathetic."
Hermione grabbed her wand and cleaned out the cut and done the best she could do with healing it.
Soon enough it was six o'clock and so Hermione went down to the great hall and found everyone standing around and waiting for the door to open.
"Hermione!" Ron gasped as she came down the steps. Hermione grinned and met him at the bottom of the steps.
"Oh my god! How are you?" she question.
"Okay. But how are you? We've missed you so much!" Ron folded his arms around her and held her close. Hermione chocked up and started to cry. She was over whelmed by his love and his hug. His hand rubbed her back and he leaned away.
"Why're you crying?" he asked, his face full of concern.
"I'm just so happy to see you, that's all."
"Same here. How are you really? Like are you okay with what happened. I was so scared for you when I heard what happened!" Ron exclaimed.
"We were all concerned."
Hermione turned around and threw herself into Harry's arms. He hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head. "We missed you so much. I'm sorry about all this stuff happening to you. You didn't deserve it."
"It wasn't your fault," Hermione reassured him. She steppe back and wiped her face with her hands. "I'm just really happy to be back."
"I bet," Ron said. "Well, do you want to say hi to everyone else or do you just want to go and eat?"
"Both," Hermione replied. "How is everyone around here?"
"Mostly good. Some fights and break-ups but life around here is good. Next weekend is honeydukes!"
Hermione laughed and followed him to their table. People all around the great hall noticed her and said hi and asked how she was. She'd always smile and said 'good, thanks.'
"I'm tired, Ron. Is it okay if I go back?"
"Sure it is. I'll see you tomorrow, Hermione."
"Good night, Hermione." Harry called.
Ron kissed her cheek. "Sweet dreams, Hermione." Hermione smiled and got up from the table.
She made her way up the stairs and was walking down the hall when she heard Draco's voice. Hermione turned around and seen him come running towards her.
"Hermione, how are you?" Draco asked and collected her in his arms in a fierce hug.
"I've been okay. And you?" Hermione asked as she backed away from his forceful embrace
"I've been great." Another great big smile split across his face. "I'm so happy to see you! I've missed you so much."
Draco hugged her again and then put his hands on her hips, pushed her back and took a good look at her. His hand came up and twisted a piece of hair that escaped her long braid with his fingers.
"You're hair grew so fast! It's so beautiful!" he exclaimed. "I love it!"
"Thank you," Hermione whispered a little bit self cautiously.
Draco hugged her once more and kissed her cheek. "Come," he said and took her hand. "I want to talk to you for a while. We need to catch up." He brought her to the common room and they talked for a little while but Draco noticed Hermione barely talked. She listened but rarely talked herself.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked.
"Yes, fine. I'm just a little tired."
"Oh, okay. I'll tuck you in."
Hermione smiled and stood up. "Thank you, but I'm fine."
"No, it's okay." Draco insisted and stood up also.
"Draco, I'm fine. I can get into bed by myself."
Draco frowned at her. "I know but I just want to make sure you're nicely tucked into bed."
Hermione smiled. "I know but-"
Draco was suddenly mad. His eyes were dark, angry and hurt. "Hermione, why are you running away from me already? I just want to tuck you in! I wont touch you, I wont even kiss you if it bugs you that much. Every time I touched you tonight you cringed and pulled back."
"No, I just-"
"Yes, Hermione, you have. Why? What's wrong now? Have you met somebody else?" Draoc's eyes flashed even darker and Hermione was suddenly very frightened.
"No, Draco! I haven't met anyone. I know you're concerned and worried about me and I assure you that I'm fine. I'm just not used to people touching me that all. I've been away from the world for almost three months."
By the look on Draco's face, Hermione could tell he didn't believe her. So Hermione stepped closer to him and grabbed his hand.
"I'm just confused right now, Draco. I don't know what's going on and I'm surrounded by people again. I just don't want to jump into everything like before."
"Okay, fine."
Hermione smiled and lightly kissed his cheek before she retreated and went into her room, away from the world, away from him.
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A few days went by and Hermione was still acting cold towards Draco. She tried to hide it but it was obvious to Draco. Maybe she moved on but Draco was sure that wasn't it. Maybe she was just scared.
So that night he gathered all his guts and went into her bed. She was fast asleep and so he pulled off his shirt but kept his sweats on and got into bed beside her. The bed was a queen and big for the both of them but he still moved closer to her and held her in his arms. She was warm and soft. She cuddled up against him and Draco fell asleep right away.
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Draco woke up from a loud screech.
"What're are you doing in here?" Hermione gasped, covering her chest with the sheets and backed away.
"What does it look like! I'm sleeping!"
"Not in here, you aren't! Get out!" Hermione demanded.
"No."
Hermione's jaw fell open and she frowned at him. "Draco, please get out of my room."
"No. Lay back down and go to sleep, Hermione."
Hermione shook her head and so Draco leaned close to her and pushed her down into the mattress and leaned over her. "I'm not leaving so go to sleep."
Hermione's eyes filled with tears and she closed her eyes and nodded. Draco let go of her and laid back down.
Hermione rolled over to her side and then Draco's chest was against her back and his arms was draped over her side. Hermione rolled over so his hand fell off. Again, his hand was on her and Hermione jumped as he touched her stomach.
"Draco, please don't touch me. I'm already in the bed with you so can you not?"
"Why not, Hermione? Why can't I touch you? I touch your shoulder and you jump a mile, and if Potter does you smile. What's with that?"
"Nothing!" Hermione explained. "I'm just not-"
"Not used to people touching you. You I've heard it before, Hermione. Don't bother anymore. I know you're not scared of me. Because I remember that last night I was with you and you weren't scared of me then. You loved me, Hermione. Hell, you we all over me!"
"Don't you bring that up!" Hermione hissed in disbelief.
"Why not, Hermione? Are you ashamed of it?"
"Yes!" Hermione yelled. She went silent as Draco came towards her, gripped her upper arms and glared down into her face.
"Don't you dare."
Hermione jerked herself free and back up again. "No, don't you dare! How dare you bring that up again! Neither of us were ready for that and you know it!"
"We were both ready, Hermione. I can remember it just fine."
"We fucked, Draco, who cares."
Hermione heard Draco's inhale of breath. Draco's voice was cold and hard as he spoke again. "We did not fuck. We made love. Don't you dare call it anything but that."
Hermione turned around. "I cant believe you! How can you say that? You didn't love me at all, Draco. You were horny and that's all. There was no love involved!"
"There was so! Hermione, I never felt that good in years. That one time I felt whole."
"Oh, I'm so glad I got to be your whore at that special time," Hermione spat sarcastically.
Draco was on his knees, his hands clenching Hermione's wrists in a death grip. "You were not! You were my partner, my companion, my other half, my lover for god's sake!"
"Oh, bullshit!" Hermione yelled.
Draco yanked Hermione against him. "It is not! I-"
"You nothing!" Hermione snapped. "What about me? Did you ever think about that?" she asked and pulled herself free from his tight hold. "It's your fault. It's yours!" She sobbed. "I wasn't ready and you knew I couldn't resist you!"
"Hermione, you wanted me, too!"
"I didn't want this!" Hermione sobbed. "That night, that stupid night."
"It wasn't stupid," Draco insisted, his teeth clenched tightly. "It was a night of passion!"
"It was the night you got me pregnant!" Hermione howled, her tears coming out faster, her heart breaking with sadness with a feeling of betrayal from herself.
"What?" he asked slowly.
"Yeah. From you're little fucking session, I got a belly full!"
"You're lying." Draco said calmly. He nodded, agreed with himself. "Yeah, you're lying."
"I'm not fucking lying! Why'd you think I didn't want you touching me?! Then you wouldn't know and reject me, reject the kid I'll love! I know you hate me but I love this child already!" Hermione sobbed and her voice went quieter. "The child that you helped make."
Draco looked at her, crumpled on the bed. She was curled in a ball on her knees. Her face was in her hand and her back shook with each heartbroken, painful sob. He reached out and touched her shoulder.
Hermione jumped back and looked at him, her face red from tears. She shook her head, pulled the curtain away from the bed and sprinted for the bathroom.
"Hermione," Draco called after her. He got up from the bed and knocked on the door. His heart hurt from the sound of her now hoarse sobs. She ignored him and so Draco was leaned back against the door and placed his face into his hands.
"I have a child," Draco mumbled. Draco thought about what Hermione had said. She was wrong. They had made love, they had made a child out of love.
"Hermione," he whispered. "Please come out. We need to talk." Her hurtfully sobs went softer but Draco could still hear them. They soon stopped and Draco sat there think of what to do.
Draco shook his head and went to go look for her wand. He found it in the nightstand and took it out. He unlocked the door and stood there looking at her, his heart in his throat.
She was on the floor, curled into a ball. Draco moved closer and found that she was asleep.
Draco shook his head and bent down to pick her up. He slid his hand under her back and felt something wet. He removed his hand seen the blood.
Draco heart started to pound and he sat frozen. She had hurt herself because she thought he hated their child. Draco rolled her over and found that she was lying on glass, lots of little itsy-bitsy pieces.
Draco could feel water in his eye. He closed them tightly and took in a deep breath. Slowly he lifted up her shirt. All along her side bits of glass stuck out. His eyes traveled to her stomach. There was a little bubble of her belly.
Their baby lay there and Draco had to fight back tears again. Draco went to get some tweezers and one by one, he got the pieces of her side. When he was done he washed the blood off of her side and cradled her in his arms. She didn't weigh as much as he remembered.
He carried her to the bed and tucked her in. He kissed her forehead and her eyes opened.
"Draco," she whispered and her eyes opened.
"I don't hate you, Hermione. I don't hate the baby. We made love, Hermione. And out of that love we made a baby."
Hermione opened her mouth but Draco placed a finger on them.
"We made a baby that I want. I want this baby, Hermione. We'll get married and have this child together."
Hermione started to cry again and Draco tucked her into his big arms.
"Hermione, I love you."
"Draco . . ." she whimpered.
"Let me sleep with you, my love."
Hermione nodded against his chest. Draco let her go and he went around to the other side and this time Hermione came to him. She placed her head on his shoulder and his arm went around her body. They fell asleep together, absorb in each other, absorbed by each others love.
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