Draco and Hermione: Lust or Love
..Exoneration..
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Hermione sat by the fire, a blanket rapped tightly around her, a book placed on her lap.
Draco stood on the last step of the stairs and took in her profile. Her hair was placed behind her ear as she read, the other side hanging down like a curtain on the other. There was a faint smile on her lips as she read, her beautiful chocolate eyes moving back and forth on the page. Her tiny hand came up as she flipped the page. It came back down but Hermione didn't move her hand, it lay in the side of the book, her baby finger sticking up. Draco looked back up at her face. There was now a full smile, her face had a creamy glow from the fire, a shadow of her button nose from the flames.
Draco came down the stairs and sat down beside her. Hermione glanced at him and then back to her book.
"Hello," she muttered.
"Hey. What're you reading?"
Hermione quickly scanned the page then closed the book. She turned her attention to Draco and answered him.
"So . . . You plan on going to bed anytime soon?" Draco asked.
Hermione shook her head. "Nah, I'm not all that tired."
"Okay. But you should go soon. It's already eleven. I'm gonna get something to eat, do you want anything?"
"No, but thank you," Hermione replied.
Draco stood up and looked down at her. "Are you sure? Because I noticed you didn't eat much at supper."
"I wasn't very hungry." Hermione grabbed her book and placed it back on her lap.
"Hermione," Draco started, "Remember that you also have to feed someone else."
Hermione sighed and Draco knew that she rolled her eyes. "I know, Draco. You've been telling me that for the last week."
"Well if I didn't tell you, then you wouldn't eat at all. I care about this kid, Hermione. I don't want something to happen to it because you wont eat."
Hermione closed her book. "I do so eat. Stop acting like my mother. I know what I have to do for this child."
"Then why aren't you in bed sleeping? You don't eat or sleep at all, Hermione. And when you get morning sickness, you are even worse because there nothing to throw back up. Hermione, there's something wrong with how you're handling this pregnancy."
Hermione stood up and dropped the book on the table. "Oh, like you even care! You haven't even said three words to me in the last few day!"
Draco sneered. "How can I when every time I talk you snap my head off."
"That's because you wont stop bitching about how I'm doing something wrong." She shook her head. In a mimicking, high voice she sneered on some more. "Hermione, that's too heavy or Hermione, you'll hurt the baby. You're always in my face about this child!"
"Is it so much that I care? Would you rather I didn't show you my concern for you and my baby?!" Draco asked, his voice dark. It was obvious to Hermione that he was hurt but she didn't give in to his whining.
"Well it would help! I'm so sick of you telling my what I can and can't do. You can barely even tell I'm going to have a child. Non of my friends can tell!"
Draco clenched his jaw. "I don't care who cant tell! I can and I don't want anything to happen to you! You're days from three months pregnant, for god's sake!"
"As if I didn't know!" Hermione shouted. "Just leave me alone and stop bugging me!"
"No! I don't want our kid to be messed up when you could have done something so it wasn't!"
"Oh, puh-leese!"
"Will you two keep it down?" Both Hermione and Draco turned around to look at Abigail as she stood on the bottom step, her hair all messy and in her Pyjama's.
"No, if I wanna yell I will." Hermione said, her chin up.
"Hermione, go to bed."
Hermione glared at Draco. "You can't tell me what to do!"
Draco was in no mood for her so he took a few steps closer to her and glared at her, his voice threatening. "Go to bed or I'll carry you there!"
Hermione sneered and picked up her book. "Go to hell."
Draco took another step towards her and reached for the book but Hermione swung out and whacked his hand away.
"You're an ass," Hermione spat and quickly scampered away, frightened of Draco's cold eyes and dark voice.
As soon as she left, Draco plopped down on the couch. Abigail came over and sat beside him, her feet tucked under her.
"Tell me what happened."
Draco went on telling Abigail his problems with Hermione.
"I think it's just her moods, Draco. I think it's just the pregnancy and everything. She's probably a little scared, too. She's been stared at and talk about for the past week after someone said she was pregnant. Nobody knows if it's a rumour or if it's true. Nothing has happened like this for so many years. They think she's, what? Three months now? They think you are the father and I know lots of people think that it isn't right for a Slytherin and a Gryffindor. They think it's from when you two were at the other school or around there. Draco, maybe you should just let her be for a few days and then try again."
Draco nodded and told her he was going to bed. Draco got no sleep that night because he was so apprehensive about Hermione. He lay there pondering about her, his emotions upfront in his chest, his heart aching to make things better between them.
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Hermione sat up in bed, her heart pounding heavily in her ear. She placed a hand at her heart and took in slow, deep breaths. As usually Draco wasn't in bed beside her. She didn't blame him, though. She'd been the major jerk to him. She ignored him totally and then accused him of lying to her and cheating. Hermione couldn't forget the look he gave her, full of sorrow and betrayal. Then anger flashed so dark in his eyes that Hermione had to turn away.
Hermione sat up in her bed and looked around the dark room. She placed her feet on the cold ground and shivered. She shook her head and walked softly to the door and opened it. Hermione cringed at the sound of the creek from the door hinges. She tip toed lightly down the stairs and to the main room. She glanced around swiftly around the empty room then made her way towards the other stair way, towards Draco's room. She pushed the door open and peeked inside.
Draco lay on his back, his chest raising and falling as he breath, heavy and smooth. His arms lay around his head, spread out as if he were giving the world a great big hug. He had a faint smile in his lips and Hermione wanted to give them a sweet kiss.
Hermione crept closer to the bed and stood over his powerful form. Hermione stared down at his magnificent body. Her eyes scanned him from the blond hair on his forehead to the blankets low in his hips. Her heart raced and she remembered him perfectly in her mind. Her hand traveled to her slightly rounded stomach and she gulped. Taking a breath, she sat down on the edge of the mattress.
"Draco?" Hermione called softly, her voice hardly louder than a whisper.
He stirred beside her but didn't wake up. He rolled over to his side and Hermione closed her eyes. The scares ran down his back and Hermione struggled against tears.
"Draco?" she whispered again.
Draco rolled over to face her, his left eye open a fraction.
"Mmm?"
"Draco? Can I-"
"Hermione!" Draco shot up in bed. "What're you doing in here?" His voice was husky from sleep and his hair tossed from the pillow.
"I was-"
"You shouldn't be in here!" Draco backed up in the bed and looked at her as if she'd grown horns.
"I know but I was lonely. I needed someone to talk to."
Draco shook his head. "You should of thought about that before you accused me of cheating on you. Hermione, get out of my room and we can talk tomorrow. I don't need your shit right now."
"I know. I just wanted-"
Draco stared down his nose at her, making her feel week, low and most of all not good enough.
"Hermione, get out of my room." His voice wasn't malicious nor was it polite.
Hermione nodded, her chest felling tight as she got up from the bed. Hermione closed her eyes and then opened them, the tears almost blocking her vision. She wanted to cry in his big, supportive arms but she accepted his rejection. She shut the door closed behind her and went back to her cold bed, her face wet with tears. She crawled into bed and pulled the blankets over her head. She cried herself to sleep that night, her body tired and lamentable.
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Hermione knew she shouldn't bother getting to sleep. She was tired and she was hungry. So she crept out of bed and down to the hall and out the common room after slipping on a pair of shoes.
Smiling to herself, she thought of the baby as it wanted food. Hermione thought of Draco. Yesterday she tried to talk to Draco but he just wouldn't listen. He was still offended and stricken from her hurtful words but he wouldn't even look her way. He ignored her and when she tried to talk, he'd blow her off.
Hermione got an apple from the kitchen and went to explore the empty corridors.
She remember the room Draco took her too not long ago. Pillows had lined the walls, beautiful candles lighting the room up. A blanket was on the floor, a plate beside it.
She found the door and with a grin, she reached for the door knob.
Hermione stepped into the room and gasped softly, soundlessly. Her heart was in her throat, her blood seeping swiftly through her vines began to bubble. She couldn't decide if she was more hurt or anger.
Draco sat by the window, his head hung low. Julie was in front of him, her hands running up and down his sides and her face was pressed in the curve of his neck. She lifted her golden face and kissed the side of her neck, her hands still traveling Draco's back.
"It's okay, Draco. I'm here for you." She placed her lips at the place where Draco's shoulder and neck connected.
Hermione felt her bottom lip tremble, her fingers curl into tight fist and the other into the apple. To her digest, Julie's opened her mouth and sucked softly on his neck, her tongue running circles on his smooth flesh.
"Oh my god."
Draco spun around as the room boomed the Hermione's susurration and Hermione knew Draco's look.
"Hermione," he began and stepped away form Julie, his hands in front of him. "I know this looks-"
"Bad? Disgraceful? Dishonourable?" Hermione choked out, her throat so tight it hurt to say the words.
"Like-"
"Your cheating?" Hermione questioned, terror and affliction taking over the anger and hurt. She knew she didn't have Draco anymore. He got over her and now Hermione had to pay the price for punishing him for being affectionate.
"Please, Hermione."
Hermione slowly shook her head and she let the cold tears fall freely down her striking face.
"Hermione, I know what you're thinking."
Hermione forced her tears down and swallowed the lump in her throat. She shook her head and forced a smile, not succeeding though.
"No, it's fine. You and your-" Hermione swallowed again and blinked away more tears. "You and your girlfriend can stay here. I'll leave."
"No!" Draco yelped and reached out for her. "Please," he said more softly.
"It's fine."
"No, Hermione. It isn't fine! We're going to the common room."
"No, Draco. Go with Julie."
Draco turned to Julie and sighed. "I'll talk to you later, Julie. Hermione, you're coming with me." He grasped her arm in his tight fist and pulled her out of the room and down the dark corridor.
"Draco, let go!" Hermione commanded. "Draco," Hermione wept and fell to her knees on the hard, cold floor.
"Get up." Draco's voice was full of vexatious. He pulled her to her feet and told her to stop crying. He was pissed off and Hermione was so terrified that she tried to keep up with him.
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger."
Draco spun around and smiled and Professor Snape.
Hermione whimpered as her knees gave way and she fell back to the floor.
"Professor," Draco great as if nothing was wrong.
"Why may I ask you two are out here so late?" Snape asked, his voice suspicious.
"Well I heard something out here and Hermione was hungry so I though it was better to do them both together," Draco responded smoothly.
"That so? Well, Ms. Granger, what is wrong?"
"Oh," Draco cut in. "She fell and she simply started to cry. It's swelling so if you don't mind."
Snape backed up. "Go right ahead." He looked at Draco, his eyes small slits.
Draco leaned down and scooped Hermione up in his arms. Hermione squirmed and tried to free herself but Draco only held on to her tighter.
"Stop fighting me, Hermione. You can't walk so I'm gonna carry you up."
Hermione did try to stop him but she didn't try to hide the fact that she was still whimpering.
Draco strode to the common room with long, determined strides. He dumped her on the couch and kicked the end of the table, the leg cracking.
"Please," Hermione sputtered.
"Shut up!" Draco ordered. "I'm not in the mood for your wining. So shut up and let me think."
"I need-"
"I need to be quiet!" Draco growled. "I know you think what happed was bad but she was just-"
"Draco," Hermione whimpered from the couch as she leaned over and gripped her ankles.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Draco snapped.
"I think I'm gonna-" Hermione leaped up and ran for the bathroom, Draco right behind her.
"Hermione, what the hell?" He stopped as Hermione caught Hermione heaving over the toilet, her hand trying to get the hair away from her face, the other gripping the toilet so hard that the knuckles were going white.
"Oh, god."
Draco went to her side and pulled her hair back and dropped to his knees behind her. She choked and heaved and struggled for breath as she threw up.
Draco watched with resentment because he couldn't do anything to help her get through this. He rubbed her back and stroked her face as she heaved and shook. After she was done, she was crying and was sweaty. Hermione wiped her face with the damp cloth Draco handed to her and leaned back, drained and weary against Draco's chest.
"Hermione?" Draco mumbled faintly. He kissed the back of her neck and laid his head down on her shoulder.
"Sorry," Hermione apologized.
"For what?" Draco asked, his voice low as he held Hermione's small shivering body. She laid her head back and rested it in Draco's shoulder.
"I'm sorry for barging in on you. I didn't mean to."
Draco kissed her cheek and shook his head. "No, I'm glad you did, Hermione. I know how you feel and I have to respect that. I need to go to you with my problems and my sorrows. I love you, Hermione, I need to show that to you."
Hermione let out a sob and tried to pull away from him.
"Please, Hermione. Hear me out." Draco gripped Hermione tighter and held her body close. "I know you're scared of me right now and unsure about what to do. But I know I need to talk to you. I'll get my feelings out now."
"No-"
"Yes. Hermione, I care so much about you that I'm aching. I can't even get to sleep anymore because you aren't near me. I cant concentrate in class because I'm too busy looking at you or thinking about you! I need you near me and by my side. Please, Hermione, I need you. I love you and this baby." He touched her faintly rounded stomach.
"I love you, too. But I don't want to be used or cheated on."
"I haven't and I wont. Let me explain about what you seen."
"No. I forgive you and I don't want to talk about it anymore."
"Okay then. Let's get you to bed, okay?"
Hermione nodded and stood up. She went to the sink and brushed her teeth and washed her face again. Draco came up behind her and started to brush out her hair.
"I love it," he smiled and kissed the side of her neck. "It's so long and gorgeous."
"It's too long."
Draco frowned and wrapped a extensive piece around his finger. "It's perfect."
Hermione smiled and thanked him. He finished brushing her hair then walked her to the big bed.
Hermione removed her shoes and then walked up to Draco. She reached up and started to undo Draco's shirt, her fingers trembling slightly.
"Hermione-"
"No. Let me do this." She went on with the task, making Draco watch her, forcing him to stay still but at the same time challenging him to keep his cool.
"Hermione, I-"
"Shh," Hermione whispered, placing a finger on his lips. His shirt fell from his shoulders and Hermione slid her small hands down his body and stopped at the top of his pants.
"Just relax," Hermione mumbled as she kissed his neck, her hands undoing the button and then the zipper of his slacks.
Draco moaned deep in his throat and Hermione smiled. "I wanna try again," she whispered.
Draco's head came up. "You wanna . . ." His eyes went wide and he moved back slightly.
Hermione smiled slyly and nodded. "Yes. I want to. And I want you."
"Hermione, are you sure? Like wont we hurt-"
"The baby? No, we wont hurt it. Please, Draco. Please, come with me." Draco followed her to the bed and sat down as she instructed for him. Draco's hand came up and started to lift her shirt over her head, her breasts coming free.
She grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her stomach. Draco sighed and placed his face against her soft skin.
Draco ran his fingers lower and slit a finger in the waist of her pyjama pants and tugged. The fell to the floor in a pool around her feet.
Draco looked up and Hermione looked down on him. She smiled and Draco smiled back. He pulled her back to his body and pulled her down to him. She leaned up on her elbow and peered down at him.
"I love you," Draco whispered, his eyes never leaving hers.
"And I love you."
"Come here." Draco placed a hand behind Hermione's head and pulled her lips down to his.
They loved each other with their souls, hearts and body that night. They fell in love all over again, drunk with need and desire. They fell asleep together, as one; as a whole. Their body's mingled with each others as they sleep peacefully and optimistically.
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Hey there! I'm trying to get rid of the mistakes in my newly updated chapters. I'm also trying to use more descriptive words. Thanks for the support on the last few chapters. Please update on this chapter and I'll sent another out soon. Thanks,
Chebetta
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. Exoneration- free from blame.
. Vexatious- annoyance, distress.
. Lamentable- regretful, sad.
. Resentment- anger, dislike.
. Optimistically- cheerful, bright.